She let out a nervous laugh. “That’s both cool and unnerving.”
“No, what’s unnerving is when my girlfriend touches certain parts of me and gets lost in some sort of panic spiral where she smells sad, then scared, then happy. That’s a cocktail that worries me.” Jaxson rubbed her arm. “That’s just part of me that shows you make me feel good. I know humans and Felidsfit. Don’t know how Canids and humans would work, but I’m betting it’s possible. I’m also betting—” Jaxson shifted suddenly, planting her on the couch and dropping to one knee between her legs, “that I don’t even need that to make you feel incredible.” He licked his lips. “Do you know that I can already taste you? My nose converts those smells into flavors. I can tell that you’re salty and sweet, chocolate and almonds. If you didn’t know, Canids can’t eat chocolate.”
“Yes, I heard about that from Kamau and Skyla.”
“Well, I’m very excited to taste you, Kaylie. Because chocolate smells like heaven, and I can’t have it. But you smell like heaven times a thousand, and I’m going to make you come all over my mouth. I’m going to drink you down, every little drop.”
“You are?” Her eyes widened, and Jaxson’s smile turned into something wicked, something that showed off his Canid teeth—and the wolf in his smile.
She suddenly recalled another fairy tale. Little Red Riding Hood.
What big teeth you have. All the better to eat you with, my dear...
“Trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Good. Because I want to be in it for a long, long time.”
JAXSON MOVED KAYLIE’Ships forward and her legs apart, mouth filling with saliva, hungry urges ripping through him at top speeds after years of being dormant, of thinking they would never be used again.
Now they were called to action, and there was no hesitation. He kissed his way up her leg, from ankle to knee, to inner thigh,the other leg stroked by his strong hand, raked gently with the tips of his claws. His nose nuzzled the damp fabric of her thin panties, lilac like her dress, saturated with her scent. “Is this okay?” He could feel her leg jogging against his shoulder, and her scents were mixed up again, adrenaline and arousal.
“I think so. I know it’s okay with you. I’m just not... It’s all new.”
“It’s a good kind of new. And there are going to be so many new things. All of them good,” he promised. His tongue flicked over the apex of her crotch, finding the nub of her sex through the damp fabric. When she moaned softly, he pushed it aside and stared at the mostly bare skin, the tight bundle of dark pink, pale cream, and silky fine black hairs.
“Like a dessert. So many layers. So many colors and textures, and every one of them perfect,” he praised with a harsh pant, his tongue lapping over her, senses jolted awake by the taste of her nectar. “Just like I said. Chocolate and almond, and all in a slippery syrup, baby.”
“Oh, Jax,” she whispered, eyes closing, hips bucking up.
“Good enough to eat,” he growled low, pupils widening in the shadow of her spread thighs, hunter sense clawing forward.Eat the yummy treat. Devour. Open her and find the delicious middle...
His tongue plunged in, and he forgot about being gentle for a minute, lost in savage delight, of hearing Kay cry out in bliss, of feeling her squirming in his grip as his tongue worked over her folds and then burrowed inside.
He could feel her hands clamping down on his wrists as he held her thighs, tight, desperate fingers struggling with him as her hips careened against him. In a flash of panic, he wondered if he’d hurt her, lost in his own pleasure. With relief, Jax realized she was using him for leverage, grinding her sweet little pussy against his face, desperate for more of his touch.
“You like my tongue, sweetie?”
“Yes! Please, yes. More, yes.” Her words tumbled out, incoherent and gasping as he flicked her clit back and forth, tongue like a soft pink whip.
“Wanna try something bigger?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What a brave girl,” he chuckled as Kaylie didn’t even hesitate. Tongue still lapping at her nub, his digit worked its way inside of her dripping tunnel, already softening and relaxing after his first frantic ministrations. He immediately felt her squeezing down on him, and her hips didn’t still. “That doesn’t hurt?”
“Fuck, no, that’s amazing. Aim up? Push up?”
“That’s my Kay. You tell me just what you want, babe. I’ll give it to you.”
“I want us to be on the bed. And I want to be out of these clothes. Give me that?”
“Anything for you, my little Valentine.”
HIS BODY WAS AMAZING, like something out of the ancient Sirian cities she’d secretly looked at when she had downtime, using her computer to learn about the world Jaxson came from. The Sirius Federation was even older than the Felix Orbus Galaxy, and there were glittering cities, military citadels, forests and deserts, and statues of heroic leaders—and Jaxson could have been the model.
All muscles and sinews, lithe, long legs with thighs that were as big as her waist, and a long, thick purple-red cock that tapered to a flattened arrow and ended in a ball of swollen flesh. A knot.
