Psy & Changelings 10 - Kiss of Snow

piece of knowledge for future reference, he scraped his teeth over her nipple.
    Her entire body jerked.
    Switching hand and mouth, he rubbed his thumb over the nipple he’d left wet and throbbing, then settled down to give the other one the same treatment. A rumbling sound of sexual pleasure rolled up from his chest as her ankles locked at his back, merging with her throaty little cries.
    When he lifted his head, her breath was jagged, her skin bearing the marks of his loving. But she was very much with him, his smart, sexy Psy. Raising her fingers, she played them over his lips, laughing when he tried to nip at them. Then she growled at him. Delighted, his wolf leaned down to press kisses along her jaw, down the line of her throat.
    Her scent was so decadent, so rich. Autumn and spice and steel. He rolled it around himself, happy because as of last night, that scent was intertwined with his own, not to be erased as long as they remained lovers—which would be forever. No negotiation. No “out” clause. “Do that again,” he murmured, grazing his teeth along the outer curve of one of her breasts.
    A shiver across her flesh. “I need. ”
    Nuzzling his way down to her abdomen, he pressed a kiss on her navel, his tongue tasting the perspiration-damp heat of her skin. “Let me satisfy you.” He forced himself to go slow, to not rip off the rest of her clothing. Instead, he gave her time to fight, to get away if she needed to as he broke her hold on him to slip off her shoes, then moved to undo her jeans and pull them down her legs, along with her panties.
    But she stayed in place, her pretty legs sleek against the skin of his jaw as he threw the clothing off the side of the bed and rubbed his face against her.
    “Oh.” A short, shimmering sound, her hands fisting in the tumbled sheets.
    Intrigued, he rubbed his jaw against the soft skin of her inner thighs once more. Her legs clenched around him, her scent a wild perfume. Wanting to lick it up, he rose onto his knees, spreading her thighs in front of him as he did so. His stubble had marked her soft skin, and he wasn’t the least bit sorry.
    Stroking his hands down her calves, he felt her socks. Chuckled. “I think we’ll leave these on.”
    She rubbed one socked foot on his thigh. “Shouldn’t sex be more serious?”
    “Baby, which pack have you been living with the past few years?” Leaning down, he kissed the side of her knee before shifting down to lie between her legs.
    “Hawke?”
    He stroked her legs up over his shoulders. “What do you need?”
     
     
    THE husky question, asked in a tone that said he’d give her everything, anything, melted Sienna from the inside out. “You’re beautiful.”
    Her wolf looked up, his eyes reflecting silver in the lights that stroked them both in soft gold. “I like hearing you say that. Tell me again after.”
    “After what?”
    “This.” Sliding his hands under her buttocks, he lifted her to his mouth and then he—
    The scream was torn out of her. It didn’t stop him, and oh, she was grateful. As he sucked and bit and tasted, she realized he’d been holding back last night in more ways than one. If that had been the dessert, this was the full-course meal.
    When he stroked his tongue through her quivering flesh, she lifted herself up to his mouth for more. “Shameless,” he teased, letting her feel the edge of his teeth. “Just the way I like you.” She got more. A lot more.
    Her brain hazed over. Legs crossing at his back as he ate her up like she was the most exotic delicacy prepared for him alone, Sienna surrendered to the rolling waves of pleasure, the breakers crashing over her in a wash of ecstasy so hot and sweet, it made flames lick up along her skin, a splinter of dissonance spear down her spine.
    The pain was negligible—and it shouldn’t have been.
    That worried her, but only for a second, because Hawke raised his head with a final, lingering lick, and moved one hand up to play with the flickering red and yellow of the cold fire. “It doesn’t burn.”
    It took massive effort to find enough brain cells to put together an explanation. All she got out was, “No.”
    Rubbing his jaw against her navel, Hawke moved to press kisses along the insides of her thighs. “No more,” she found the will to say. “Can’t take it.”
    A chuckle that held total male satisfaction. “What if I want to play?”
    “I’ll kill you,” she threatened.
    Laughing in a way that told her the primal