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the kiss to whisper against her lips. Rough-skinned fingers tweaked her nipples and she gasped as the sharp shard of pleasure-pain arrowed straight down to her clit.
    “But not as much as I love your pussy,” he murmured, the words between feather-soft kisses on her lips. “I missed it this morning… and you know what?”
    “What?” She pulled away to look at him, knowing she looked dazed. He always did this to her. Turned her on so much she couldn’t think straight.
    He grinned, a flash of white teeth in the tanned skin of his face. “I missed breakfast, so I’m hungry. And there’s only one thing I can think of that I want to eat.”
    Then his arms were around her and she was lifted clear of the water. Gasping in surprise, she clung to his shoulders for all of the second he took to reach the edge of the huge tub and lay her down.
    The tile was cold, a shiver running through her, but the heat in his gaze as he looked at her spread out was enough to warm her through. When he looked at her like that, she felt irresistible. The most desirable woman in the world rather than the prettily-plump sister of an alpha, one who couldn’t shift to boot.
    None of that mattered now. All that mattered was Veyr and the way he looked at her. She lifted her arms above her head and arched her back. The growl that trickled from his throat said he liked the view. Not for long though.
    Water slopped over the side of the tub, making the tiles around her slick, as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Without preamble, he grasped her knees with hard hands and shoved them apart. A gasp of anticipation parted her lips. She knew what was coming next, only an idiot would miss the intent in Veyr’s eyes as he leaned forward.
    Plucked from the water, goosebumps rose over her skin as the cooler air of the room bathed her. Her body quivered, her stomach muscles tensed when his warm breath washed over her pussy lips. Even though she expected it, the first brush of his tongue—hot, rough and wet—still caught her by surprise.
    Her soft moan synchronized with the slap of water against the side of the tub. Veyr growled, hands gripping her hips to hold her still and licked again. From slit to clit, then back again. He explored her nether lips as though he’d never touched her before, as though committing her to memory. Big hands pushed under her ass and spread out to grip the full globes. She wasn’t skinny, so her ass was more than enough for even his big hands.
    He used the hold to part her further, the movement making water slop over the edge of the tub and slap against her ass. His tongue rasped over her clit as the tip of his little finger grazed her back entrance. Heat exploded through her at the forbidden touch, but almost instantly the light touch was gone.
    He circled her clit with the hard blade of his tongue, then slid downward to circle the entrance to her cunt. Shivers chased themselves over her skin. She reached down to tangle her fingers in his hair, holding him in place.
    Without warning, he stabbed his tongue deep inside her. Slid it in and out, hard and fast. He fucked her with his tongue, his strong fingers gripping her ass. She whimpered, rocking her hips against his face as little shocks of pleasure rolled through her veins. She didn’t care she was spread out on the cold tile and that at least some of the shivers were from the chill. It turned her on all the more, the cold at her back, and his heat between her legs.
    “I’m gonna make you cum,” he pulled away to whisper, his chest heaving as he panted. She could smell his need and desire in the air, the scent wrapping her in its seductive coils, feeding her own need and that of her near-dormant wolf inside.
    He bent his head again, but this time with the hot lash of his tongue, his finger returned to slip between her ass cheeks again. Her moan was deeper, more liquid as he circled her ass, pressing and testing the tight opening. Each lick sent her higher, each press