Actually, she was getting more turned on with every second.
He was the only person I thought about when I was being followed.And she had a funny feeling he’d tried to protect her despite the distance of dimensions between them.
Her gaze dipped to his cock, and she wanted it. So much so that her mouth watered at how droolworthy it was – thick, long, with deliciously throbbing veins that would be fun to trace with her tongue.
“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he stated around a groan.
As if whatever control he had on himself was slipping away strikingly fast, he leaned over her again. His hand slipped into her panties, and she didn’t eventryto stop him. Instead, she spread her thighs until her knees knocked into the insides of his, then tilted her hips towards him when he glided his fingers through her slit to find her entrance.
“Already so wet,” he told her, and a deep pant followed as he went to brush his lips over her own. “I guess I’ll just have to convince you.”
But she’d already made up her mind!
Just as she opened her mouth to tell him that, he pushed two fingers inside her and her words were lost to a moan. He stretched her, even though only days ago he’d stuffed her to overfull, and Skylar whimpered.
She didn’t know what he’d done with his claws – if he was able to retract them or just make them evaporate – but they no longer existed as a danger to her insides. Wonderful fullness greeted her, and she worked her legs out from between his so she could spread them properly for him.
His thrusts were stilted by her tight underwear, so he dug his fingertips forward to shove against her G-spot. She let out a sharp cry as her pussy tightened around his fingers, trying to keep him there, while her hands wound around his back to clutch him with her nails.
He covered her lips with his, and soft spikes greeted her tongue when he delved it into her mouth. Skylar met its swirl with her own, and her eyes slid shut with pleasure as she tried to grind herself against his hand.
When he couldn’t get his fingers to move fast enough, or thrust them properly, he growled against her lips. He pulled away to look down, and she nearly sobbed when he slipped his fingers out.
“Don’t wear these infernal things anymore,” he demanded, grabbing her panties and tearing them from her. “I preferred you without their constriction.” Then he regarded her cocktail dress and sneered at it as well.
“Don’t. Don’t rip it,” she pleaded when it looked like he was about to.
She’d bought it years ago and didn’t know if she’d be able to get another. It was one of her favourites.
His eyes flicked to hers, and he stared deeply, intensely. His movements were then slow, careful,restrained,as he grabbed the bottom of her dress and glided it up her body. When she started to help, lifting her backside and arms so it would slip off with ease, one side of his lips quirked.
He was pleased she was surrendering.
When it was off, she leaned back against the ground and reached her hands out to him.
“Okay,” she said softly. “Claim me.”
He froze with her dress bundled in his fist, and his pointed ears flicked like he was checking to make sure they were working and he’d heard her right. Maybe he hadn’t thought it would be so easy?
But something he didn’t know... Skylar had always been quick to make up her mind. She rarely hesitated, often thoughtlessly throwing herself into risks.
She’d never regretted it.
She’d just needed a moment to understand everything, to know it was real. She didn’t care what he was – a sense of safety had always been present when she was with him. She was used to the unknown and knew about semi-bestial humanoids from being a witch.
Maybe it was easier for her to adapt because of that.
When she offered him a smile, he dropped her dress.
“Oh, fuck,yes,” he rasped on his knees, shuddering as he reached down for her.
His arms slipped around her waist as he lifted her off the ground and collected her into his embrace. One of his hands slipped to her arse to knead it in a tight squeeze while the other supported the back of her neck and base of her skull.
He feathered kisses from her jaw to the bottom of her neck when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and she almost giggled when she saw his forked tail make a heart symbol.
She really did like it when he did that and was glad this new form wouldn’t be without it.
“I promise you won’t regret this.”
