Font Size:

“Beautiful, and I will buy you more,” he says. “I promise.”

I open my mouth to protest further, and heshoves my panties in it.I bite down on his fingers to show him just how much I appreciate being silenced with my own underwear. He mindlessly pushes his hips forward against the backs of my thighs and groans.

“Your attempts to hurt me only make me harder for you, Firecracker.”

My insides liquify at the tenor of his voice, so deep it resonates in my core. I bite a little harder and his fingers curl against my tongue as his thumb strokes the underside of my chin.

“So ferocious,” he murmurs as his other hand slides up my inner thigh. “Think you can maintain that bite through my ministrations?”

His voice is teasing, challenging. I like a challenge.

I raise an eyebrow at him and shrug with a muffled, “Uh-unnu. Mebe.”

Smoke pours from his nostrils as he huffs. “You won’t last two minutes.”

I realize just how much communication is in the eyes as I give him a quick up-down gesture with raised brows.Do your worst and we’ll see.

He smiles and drags his fingers closer to my center, featherlight with his touch. It tickles and I wiggle as a laugh gets caught in my panties. His smile turns from lustful to devious, and he does it again.

I bite down harder as I squirm against my bindings, trying to pull myself away and close my legs. His tail slithers under my hips and wraps around my waist, pinning me close to him. He brushes the soft skin on my thigh over and over until I’m screaming into the gag that I’m going to pee myself, but he can’t hear or understand me. More likely, he doesn’t care. He wants to win. Well, so do I.

He’s laughing now, deep, rumbling fits of it as I fight the overly soft touches he’s punishing me with. I pant through my nose as I keep my jaw clamped down, determined to win.

Suddenly, his fingers are on my clit, sliding through my center. I gasp and—

He yanks his hand away from my mouth.

“Damn it!” I curse as I lose, though it’s thoroughly muffled by the panties.

“Are you keeping score, Firecracker?” he asks with a smug, satisfied grin.

I spit out my underwear and snarl, “I’m still winning.”

I’m not actually sure if I am since I stopped counting somewhere between him humming me back from the brink of a panic attack and protecting me from Lei.

“Are you?” he mumbles, his lips dropping to my stomach. “I’ll have to fix that.”

He kisses beside my belly button as the tip of his tail slithers toward my chest. The shape of it changes, splitting in half as it moves.

“What the hell,” I gasp, my eyes transfixed on the two tail ends, each with their own specific destination.

His mouth moves lower, kissing my hips, then the mound of my pelvis. My eyes dart to his. The intensity of his gaze sets me on fire, and a blush burns across my cheeks. His tail ends split again, then circle my nipples. I whimper at the gentle contact. It’s all so slow and reverent. I want him feral. I need him devouring me the way his eyes feast on my soul.

“I didn’t get time to properly taste you before,” he says. “To enjoy you.”

He kisses the crease of my leg on one side, then the other, just a little lower. He takes his time spreading me open and I watch him inspect me. Tiny thoughts flitter like embers through my head. Do I look weird to him? Is he judging me?

His tail ends flick over my nipples and the motion catches me so off guard I yelp. They clamp down, pinching me to the point of pain.

“No more thoughts like that in your head,” he murmurs. “You’re beautiful. Deep pink and glistening wet just for me. How could I not love everything about you?”

Love? Me?

Loveme?

My heart drums against my ribs so hard I think it might be trying to escape and get to him. I can’t breathe. No words come to my lips despite the truth I feel deep in my bones.

He vowed to protect me when I was too stubborn to ask for protection. He spoke reason to my heart when the voices in my head screamed I was a failure. He sang peace into my soul when all I could feel was the destruction left in the void of my missing parents, of the role I had to assume before I was ready, of the things I had to do to survive.