Free Under a Blood Moon: Beaux Rêve Coven, Book 2 by Delilah Devlin

Soon, her head thrashed and she let out one ragged whimper after another as Renner drove her closer to the precipice.
    He paused, resting his head on her shoulder. “I don’t want this to end too quickly.”
    “I’m fine with fast,” she blurted.
    His chuckle was a lovely, husky sound that vibrated through her. “You don’t get a say.”
    “Going demon on me?”
    “I’ll remain in this skin, if you don’t mind, but I know what you like. Let me give it to you.”
    She gave a mew like a kitten, a sound she’d never made before. But she didn’t try to hold him when he moved away, allowing him to turn her and arrange her with pillows propping up her hips. His hands smoothed over the backs of her thighs and then parted them.
    Warm breath blew across her hot, swollen sex. When he parted her with his fingers and traced his tongue the length of her slit, she buried her face in the bedding and groaned.
    But while he glided his tongue soothingly over her outer folds, he gripped her buttocks hard, molding them, pinching them and then applying light swats that had her lifting her head and arching her back, because she craved more and knew he wouldn’t tease her for long.
    The first sharp slap rocked her forward. The pause that followed allowed her time to resettle her knees farther apart and tilt her bottom to invite the next.
    He withdrew his mouth and climbed over her parted legs to kneel beside her, lending power to strikes that warmed her skin and her sex until again she whimpered, overcome with lush arousal. He peppered her with swats across her hips, the full curve of her bottom, the backs of her thighs. She was sure he didn’t miss a spot except the one that ached the most for sweet abuse.
    She wiggled a hand between the pillows and her body and cupped her sex, needing to be touched, even if she was doing it herself.
    He tsked and dragged her hand away. A moment later, his teeth pulled and tugged on her tender lips. She waited, her body tensing, for the moment he’d claim her clit. She wasn’t sure she could handle a bite there, not now when it was so hard and raw that his breath abraded it.
    He closed his lips around the knot. Firm but soft—and sucking—making juicy sounds that drove her crazy. “I’m close, Renn. I can’t stand it.”
    “Don’t come. Not yet. I’m not done.” And then he sucked harder, pulling it fully erect and closing his teeth gently around the base while he glided his tongue over the top again and again.
    Miren quivered head to toe. Her womb knotted. Again, riding the edge, she keened, knowing she was about to come, that she had no control.
    But he let her clit go, leaving a heavy throb pounding between her legs unabated.
    She sobbed, felt the mattress dip, heard his footsteps pad away. The door to the hallway opened. Before she turned her head to see, she knew he’d invited the twins inside.
    Lying limp against the bed, she felt no shame as she lay there, ass in the air, her sex drowning in arousal, her flesh no doubt red and engorged.
    Renner came to her and stood beside the bed, gazing down at her, his expression shuttered. “We should begin the way we intend to continue. All our lives will be joined.”
    “Still being a jackass,” she said, but her words couldn’t sting, not when her voice was jagged and hoarse.
    “You do have a choice. You know you do. Send them away.”
    Her gaze focused on his face. What did he really want? Would he be disappointed if she said no? Or yes? But he was giving her the choice, forestalling her pleasure until she spoke. And now that he had her aroused, she could only go with her raw desire. “How will this work?” she whispered.
    Mikkel and Elias chuckled and began stripping.
    Renner grinned. “Trust me to know.”
    When the mattress rose and fell with three heavy bodies climbing toward her, she hid her face in the covers. “I’m going to hell.”
    “You don’t believe in hell. And you know we’d never leave you there alone,