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as he nipped and licked her hips and buttocks. Cassandra squirmed beneath him. Drei slid back further, dragging his hands down her ribcage, molding her waist briefly before lifting her onto her knees.
    Drei slid off the bed and knelt, pulling her back toward him, urging her legs apart. Cassandra let him position her, still watching him over her shoulder, biting her lip.
    Below the luscious round curves of her ass was the slick mound of her pussy, smooth shaven and glistening with her juices. Desire kicked like a mule in Drei’s gut. She was fucking exquisite. And she was his.
    He nipped the back of her thigh, making her jump and mewl, before he slid his tongue between the slippery folds of her cunt. Cassandra tasted like water from mountain-fed stream, slightly mossy and mineral, clean and fresh and sweet.
    “Oh god, Andrei!” She pushed back against his invading tongue, her juices flowing into his eager mouth. Drei sucked at her pussy lips, nibbled her sensitive inner folds. His tongue flicked over the hard button of her clit and speared into her tight, silken passage.
    Drei drank her like a thirsty man, using his tongue and lips and teeth to caress her silky, drenched flesh. Cassandra arched and rocked, rubbing herself along his eager tongue. She bucked and tossed her head and cried out with abandon, egging him on. Her throaty moans a musical counterpoint to the wet sound of his sucking and licking.
    His big hands kneaded the smooth flesh of her ass, lifting her and holding her open so he could explore every dip and crevice with willful exuberance. He opened his mouth wide, covering her quivering mound as he pressed his tongue flat against the hard peak of her clit.
    Cassandra shuddered and groaned, shoving herself back onto his tongue. “Yes! Drei! God!”
    Her buttocks clenched in his hands and Drei felt her ripe, wet flesh convulse against his tongue, a fresh surge of slick, sweet juice drenching his lips. Drei groaned his own approval as he lapped at her twitching, spasming pussy, sucking gently at her sensitive clit.
    Thighs shaking, panting, Cassandra collapsed forward onto his bed with a sigh. Drei chuckled at the picture she painted, still on her knees, that luscious ass in the air, her flushed cheek pressed to his comforter and her hair wild around her head. He kissed the backs of her knees, her thighs, her buttocks and hips, stroking her satin skin and marveling at the steely give of the muscle beneath.
    Drei worked his way back up her body, stretching out beside her and pressing his mouth to hers. Cassandra lifted her head to kiss him back, biting at his lower lip and sucking his tongue.
    “You know, for a man who doesn’t talk much, you sure have a way with your tongue.” She chuckled, extended her own tongue to glide against his. He laughed with her, stroking his hands over whatever parts of her he could reach. Drei couldn’t get enough of touching Cassandra.
    He ran his hands over her hair, lifting it to study the gleaming red and gold strands as they slid through his fingers. He traced the line of her ruddy brows and her long, straight nose. His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans, nearly bursting with the need to be buried inside her, but Drei believed in being thorough. He was going to tease her back to the peak of arousal before plunging into the hot, slick confines he’d just explored with his tongue.
    “Oh, no sir. I’m not just a spectator here, Drei. I’m all about participation.” Cassandra rolled to her knees, her grin as feral as any Shifter girl’s could ever be. “My turn.”
    She shoved his shoulder, hard, turning him onto his back, and bent over him. Her hair fell around him like a wall of flame as she took his mouth in a ferocious kiss. She held his head, short fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp as she rubbed her tongue along his.
    Cassandra’s breasts were firm and high, her pink nipples stiff where they brushed against his chest. She twisted her torso, dragging