Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

Ka’Cit gripped her and lifted her into his arms, a groan rumbling through his chest as his tongue darted against hers and she was vaguely aware that they were moving.

When her back hit the bed, she opened her eyes to meet his.

Ka’Cit pulled his lips away and trailed a kiss to her ear.

“Ta’iiiii…” He barely scraped a fang against her ear and it made something throb hard within her.

Then he was moving.

He pressed his nose firmly against her skin as he inhaled, breathing her in.

“I want to taste you…” His words didn’t register for a few moments but when they did, she nodded, assuming he was about to kiss her skin.

But he didn’t.

As soon as she nodded, Ka’Cit lifted his head to look at her. He was on all fours over her and as he looked down at her, his eyes began to go wild.

“You’ll let me?”

Nia blinked up at him. “Yes…”

Her voice was a breathless gasp that left her lips but at that one word, Ka’Cit’s pupils started dilating and a growl left his mouth.

Something caressed her leg and when she looked down, she realized it was his tail.

The sudden sight and feel of it made her clench between her thighs as a shot of electricity went straight to her core.

“Ka’Cit?”

But he was either too far gone or he didn’t hear her for the next thing she knew was that her cloak was being lifted.

Slowly, he pushed his palm against the skin of her leg as he lifted the cloak upward, and she heard him inhale deeply as her skin was exposed.

This was all moving suddenly so fast but nowhere in her mind was a stop sign.

Instead, her body called out to him.

The way he was looking at her…no man had ever looked at her like that before—as if she was the most precious, the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

She wasn’t wearing any panties. She’d taken them off when she’d showered and when Ka’Cit’s gaze landed at her center, she couldn’t help but squirm a little.

He eased up further so he could see her better and one of his hands landed in her mat of curls, his finger flicking over her clit as he did.

A whimper left her lips, one she couldn’t hold back as she stared up at him.

She felt hyper-sensitive between her legs, as if even a change in the air brushing against the skin there would make her jerk in response.

She couldn’t explain what was happening, only that she didn’t want it to end.

Ka’Cit’s gaze met hers again, that wild, wild gaze, and he ran his tongue over his fangs.

“I want to taste you,” he said again and finally, his meaning registered.

Nia’s eyes widened a little but he didn’t give her a chance to say anything because he lowered, his tongue swiping up through her curls, right up the middle of her slit.

The unexpectedness of it made her back arch even as pleasure shot straight through her.

“Fuck,” she breathed, but if she thought that was the end of it, that he’d had his “taste”, she was mistaken.