He looks stunned.Is he just now realizing how much of a late bloomer I am?Twenty-two and never been kissed.
“Maisy.”He groans, and his head drops to his chest, and suddenly I’m worried.
“Is that okay?Was it a bad kiss?”I know he can have any woman he wants.He’s probably been kissed a thousand times by partners way more skilled than I am.
“No.No, you were perfect.Come here.”He pulls me onto his lap, and I don’t fight it.I’m done fighting my feelings or being shy.The past twelve hours were the most harrowing hours of my life.
Why shouldn’t I make out with my new husband?I’ve wanted to touch this man for years.I shift to straddle his waist.
His eyes shine blue.“What are you doing?”His voice is rough and gravelly.
“Practicing kissing with my husband.”
For a moment, I think he hates it, based on the tortured look on his face, but then he smashes his lips against mine, kissing me again.It’s incredible.Divine.He grips the back of my head for his plunder, parting my lips with his tongue.
Under my lap, I sense the bulge of his cock growing harder.
He’s turned on.
I roll my hips, grinding against him.
“Fuck, Maisy.”Matthias’ hands tighten on my hips.His growl sounds inhuman.His eyes glow blue.
Does that mean he’s turned on?Byme?
With that encouragement, I go in for another kiss, using my tongue this time, the way he did.I start tentatively, just slipping the tip between his lips, then I grow more bold.The bulge of his cock presses up, warm and hard, right against the notch between my legs.
I rock my hips forward, grinding down on it.My panties instantly soak.Oh God–what if I leave a wet spot on Matthias’ tuxedo pants?
Matthias’ nostrils flare.“Maisy.”His fingers tighten around my hips with bruising strength.Strain laces his voice, like he’s afraid to lose control.
I don’t know how it works with bear shifters.Maybe they only have sex in bear form?
Oh God, is it even possible with a human?
“Maisy,” he chokes.His hands shift from my hips to grip my ass, and he pulls me down harder over his cock.
“Can we?”I whisper.
That look of alarm crosses his face again.“Can we what?”
My face heats, but I distract myself from my embarrassment by grinding on his cock again.“I just don’t know how it works.”My breasts are in his face, and his gaze drifts down at them.“Can you have sex with a human?”
He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling like he was running a race.He uses the hands at my waist to lift my hips an inch away from his cock.
I’m tempting him–I can tell.
“We’re not having sex.”He sounds choked.A little angry.
I’d be hurt, but I know he wants me.I may be inexperienced, but I feel certain of it.
I kiss him again, sliding my tongue between his lips.
“Ow!”I draw back at a sting on my lower lip.
“Maisy.”Matthias’ alarm is so great, he lifts me from his lap and sets me down on the bench beside him.“I cut you….”He swipes at my lip with his thumb, and blood comes away.“My fangs.Fuck.”
I realize his canines have extended to bear length.I gasp.
