Then fuck, Roxy let her knees fall open, which forced her shirt up to her hips and bared her pretty pussy to me, spreading it wide. It was smooth and blush colored and glistening from her juices.
“What about now?” she asked huskily.
“Roxy,” I growled.
She licked her lower lip, then dragged her teeth over it. “Well? What are you waiting for? Come get your cookie,” she said.
With a snarl, my boots ate up the floor between us and I sank to my knees beside the bed. Then hooking my hands under her thighs, I dragged her ass to the edge. The beast rumbled as I slid my mouth along her inner thigh, breathing her in, then finally, fucking finally, I licked her. Some of us older hounds could partially shift, and we were more adept at making smooth changes. It could make it far more pleasurable for females when we went down on them.
The beast surged forward, merging with me again, the way it should be, the way it always had been, and my tongue shifted, widening and lengthening. Like this, I had more control over the various muscles, and my chest vibrated as I lashed hungrily through her slick pussy and up to her clit. I worked her with the tip, while the rest undulated against her, keeping her pussy spread wide and massaging her tight little opening.
Roxy groaned, her fingers thrusting into my hair as she lifted her hips and ground up against my mouth. She was gasping and panting, but she didn’t have to beg me for more. I knew exactly what she needed. Covering her pussy with my mouth, I slid just the tip of my tongue down to her tight opening, slipping it in and out, teasing her, over and over again.
“Lothar, please,” she all but sobbed and lifted those churning hips, opening her thighs wider. “Please, I need?—”
I pushed the tip in, and kept going. In one smooth movement, filling her with the full width and length of my beast’s tongue, then rolled it in a wave of hot flesh, moving inside her.
Roxy cried out, shuddering, writhing against the mattress, not holding back this time. No, she fucking lost it, arching and jerking and calling out my name as her inner muscles clamped down, pulsing deeply before she came all over my rolling, thrusting tongue.
When she slumped against the bed, gasping for breath, I carefully slid my tongue out and stood. She blinked up at me drowsily as I retracted it, shifting the muscle back to its human form.
Her eyes were all innocence as they lifted from my mouth and caught mine. “See? Total Cookie Monster,” she said, and her lips twitched.
Fuck me, she was cute, and so sexy I’d been close to coming in my jeans getting a taste of her. I reached back, grabbed my shirt, tugged it off, and tossed it aside. Her gaze slid down my bare chest, following my hands as I undid my pants and fucking finally freed my achingly hard cock.
I grinned, flashing my fangs. “Your turn, kitten,” I said, teasing her, using the stupid pet name I’d come up with when we’d gotten here, since she was using the one she’d given me.
“Is that right?” She swallowed thickly, then licked her lips.
“Oh yeah, the only question is, where should I put it?” With how hard she’d gotten me, I’d take her fucking hand at this point. I leaned over her, planting a fist in the mattress. “Just warning you though, you stay lying there like that, legs spread wide for me, I’ll start to think you don’t want to take it slow anymore.”
Chapter
Sixteen
Roxy
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My belly squirmed as I looked up at him, his eyes were glowing gold, and that perfect mouth, those lips that I’d wanted to spend an eternity kissing were curved up slightly, giving me a glimpse of the tips of his fangs.
I drew in a deep breath to try to settle the flurries in my belly. Gods, he was so beautiful like this.
But then, to me, Lothar was beautiful all the time.
I should never have let it get this far, I should have said no. I’d told him nothing more would happen, I’d told myself the same thing, but as soon as the door closed and the space evaporated between us—when he touched me and told me he wanted more of me—my will to fight this dissolved to dust.
Getting out of this bed and putting some space between us was what I should do. I needed to end this before it spiraled out of control and I said or did something that was dangerous, for both of us—but I couldn’t. How could I do that when he was all I’d ever wanted? I’d dreamed about being with him like this for so long, of having him back, having my Lothar again, and there was nothing that could tear me from this bed.
Smiling up at him, I swallowed down the emotion gripping my throat. I pressed my hand to his chest. His skin was hot, his heart thudding rapidly against my palm. He wanted this, me, badly. Still only a fraction as much as I wanted him.
There was a line we couldn’t cross though. But what I could do was make him feel good, make him come so hard he lost his mind.
“On your back, big guy,” I said, and I liked how my voice was still raspy after he’d made me scream his name.
His grin widened, then he dropped to the bed beside me and propped his hands behind his head. His biceps twitched and his abs tightened as he watched me, waiting for what I was going to do.
His jeans were still on, just shoved down, so I tugged them off the rest of the way, removing his boots as well. He tracked me the entire time, and his nostrils flared as I crawled back onto the bed and straddled his ribs. “We don’t have much time before we’re expected at dinner.” I slowly dragged my nails down his chest. “So we’re going to have to be quick. You might want to hold on tight there, Cookie Monster.”
