He chewed his lip, his eye searching mine. “You’re certain?”

I kissed him. “I promise.”

“Then what’s bothering you?”

I knew I would need to admit something in order for him to truly believe he hadn’t upset me. “You’re not incredibly romantic,” I said and laughed when he scowled. “But I’m beginning to fear that’s not what I need, and that maybe”—I kissed him softly—“what I need is something else entirely.”

He stared for a broiling smattering of seconds, and then he kissed me back.

I tore away and retreated down his body to settle between his legs. He hissed through his teeth when I wrapped my hand around his cock. “Tell me what scares you, wolf.”

“Nothing.”

I arched a brow and flattened my tongue over the base of his erection. He cursed and tensed. With my eyes on his hardened expression, I dragged my tongue up his shaft and stopped when I reached the engorged head. “Nothing at all?”

His fists uncurled beside him, and he reached out to shift a strand of hair from my face. “Guess that changed when I first saw you.”

“I scare you?” I asked, bewildered.

“You fucking terrify me, wildflower.”

I blinked, absorbing that as I stroked and licked him.

Even without such an admission from him, crouched between this mighty creature’s knees, his giant form allowing me to toy and tease him however I wished, I’d never felt more powerful.

And as I swallowed as much of him as I could manage, choking but unwilling to quit while he groaned and shuddered beneath me, I realized the absurdity of it when I compared the feeling to all and who I was in the kingdom I’d run from.

Scythe’s fingers scrunched into my hair, tugging. His hands pushed and pulled my mouth on and off him until I’d captured every last drop of pleasure I’d forced from his body. I swallowed and sat up, and he did too.

Thick fingers swept my tangled hair over my shoulders, then captured my chin. His thumb wiped at the seed that’d dribbled from my mouth. Focus fastened on my lips, he painted them with it, his voice husked as he ordered, “Lick.”

I licked each lip slowly and felt him grow hard against my stomach.

I didn’t wait to be told what to do next. I turned on all fours beside him and arched my back. The wolf chuckled and reached out to touch me from behind. “Need something, wildflower?”

“I can do it myself if you’re too tired, wolf.”

He was up in a heartbeat, and I grinned into the bedding. Then I gasped when my ass was smacked and a finger was plunged deep inside me. “That simply won’t do when you’re this aroused.”

“No,” I agreed.

“My mouth or my cock?”

“Cock.”

He groaned. “Say that again.”