“DoIwant this?” The snow next to my head crunches as he tightens his hands into fists. “No, Princess. At this point, Ineedthis.”
He leans down, and I think he’s about to kiss me. I close my eyes, anticipating his warm lips, but instead, he wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me up against him, until we are standing. Instinctively, inevitably, I wrap my legs around his waist, fitting so perfectly like I was made for him.
Or, I suppose, like he was made for me.
The hard bar of his cock presses into where my leggings are dark and wet. The pressure is everything I need and entirely not enough. One thick arm wraps under my ass, cradling and squeezing it whilethe other hand dives into my hair. Seth directs his hand to my scalp, taking a large, firm handful and pulling my head back to face him.
He doesn’t give me time to savor his face—perhaps there will be time for that later—but dives in to catch my lips in a bruising kiss. Right now, there is no time for tenderness, we’re too needy, too raw. He walks forward while his tongue invades my mouth, stealing my soul with every swipe of his tongue. My body is a live wire, primed and sensitive to every one of his touches.
Every kiss and grasp is so much more intense than in my dreams, every sensation full and complete instead of muted. His scent surrounds me, and I can taste the faint, sharp bite of ginger on his tongue.
He tastes like cookies. The cookies hemademe.
I push the thought away. It’s too much to deal with right now, too emotional.
He’ll always come for me. We have time.
He pulls back from me and hisses, pressing me back against a tree and grinding his cock against my core.
“You’re not a little slut for me just in your dreams, are you?” he whispers, leaning in so the words ghost over my neck and ear. “You’re so fucking wet for your monster that you’re leaking through my jeans.”
Fuck.Embarrassment floods through me, but it’s nothing compared to the wave of arousal that drags me under.
“Need you,” I whimper.
My scalp stings anew as he releases my hair, moving instead to tease the wetness between my legs with his long, sharp claw. He grazes the fabric, so lightly that the sensation should barely transfer to my cunt, but it tickles my sensitive skin, making me squirm. With a snarl, he clenches his hand, grasping and ripping my leggings away until the freezing winter air smacks against my sopping center.
He slides one finger up the side of my lip, and I hiss when the sharp tip slices into my skin.
Seth meets my eyes, searching and frantic. “Did I hurt you?” He shifts to look down, growling, his mouth dropping open as he looks at his claw, glistening with the faint smear of my blood. He’s so sharp that the pain fades quickly, and I grab his chin to tilt his head up to me.
“I’m fine.” I smirk. “Your finger is a poor substitute for your cock, anyway.”
I’m shocked at the words coming out of my mouth, but they seem to have the desired effect. Dropping me down so that my feet rest on the ground, he backs away. I’m grateful for the tree behind me, because I’m dizzy and weak from wanting him.
“It’s not fine, Princess.” He unfastens his pants, revealing a tempting “V” indentation leading straight to his?—
My brain shorts out.
I knew it would be big. I anticipated it would be the dark grey of his skin, and I’m not even shocked to see that it brightens to the bright, blood red of his tongue.
Theshapeof it is shocking. Honestly, I’m struggling to make sense of it. Around the base, there are several large, bulbous swells, which give way to a long, thick shaft. The top has several sections almost reminiscent of plating that lead to a slightly pointed tip. Along the sides and bottom are several bumps, as if he has pearls under his skin.
Seth grasps near his head, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the saturated red head concealed within. The little beads beneath his skin stay in place as he pulls, and I lick my lips, watching as the skin glides over them with ease.
He’s thick and veined, and maybe he’s notquitethe size of my forearm, but it’s still large enough to give me pause. Seth shifts, and my eyes bug out when I see it in profile. The underside has the pronounced vein I expect, but the entire bottom profile is swollen, until it’s almost as wideas the swelling at his base.
“It’snotfine, Princess, because you aren’t ready to take me yet.”
Okay, he has a point there. Honestly, I’m not sure how that will fit inside me, but I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. With the grace of a predator, he stalks toward me, scooping his arms under my legs and lifting me in a smooth motion. He braces my back against the tree once more and settles my legs on his shoulders.
Seth smiles up at me, and his long red tongue snakes out to slip between my folds, lapping up the little drips of blood.
“I shouldn’t love how you taste like this…” he hums, though it obviously doesn’t bother him enough to stop.
With that dexterous tongue, he slips up through my wetness to bump against my clit.
“Seth!” I scream, because it’s more textured than a human tongue, and it’s almost too much.
