A low growl tore out of Duncan's throat as his tongue dove further, greedily. His teeth gently grazed her soft flesh, causing her to scream; her body shook as pleasure rippled through her.
Her back arched perfectly for his tongue to penetrate deeper.
“Oh Gawd!… Your Grace!” she cried out, more fluidly, and Duncan drank it all in. He thrust his tongue in and out, his Lycan, Ash still raging inside him, too greedily.
His hand shot out to reach her chest, grabbing her left breast, perfectly fitting in his hold. As if her body was made for him. Him alone.
Devour her!
Yet, subtle anger lingered within him. How could a mere slave trigger him this way? Effortlessly. A slave without a wolf, denying claim of being a traitor at the Grand Court.
She had broken the rules several times. The first
