His first gift was a replacement ribbon for the one he’d “stolen.” She’d promptly given it back to him and made him promise to always keep it with him, just in case. He now kept it in his pocket when working or tied around his right wrist at night.
The dress, on the other hand, was the first non-hand-me-down she’d ever gotten as an adult woman.
“You touch this dress with your claws and I’ll nip your nose,” she promised, rising to unpin her undershirt, then work at the ties of her skirt. In truth, she would probably nip him anyway. Though she hadn’t experienced even a twinge in her venom gland since she bit him, Josephine had grown rather fond of nipping whenever the opportunity arose — which was quite often.
Otto made a soft, hungry sound in the back of his throat. The buttons of his trousers popped one by one until he could reach in and grasp his flushed cock.
Josephine’s fingers fumbled with the laces of her stays. Her eyes dropped to where his fist slowly squeezed. When a pearlescent drop beaded on the ruddy head, she found herself leaning forward, her task forgotten.
Otto gave himself one rough stroke.“Clothes.”
“But—”
“I’ll bite you through your underthings if I must,” he warned her, extended canines flashing in the firelight.
Josephine shuddered, not at all opposed to that proposition, but somehow found the will to loosen her stays. Wiggling out as quickly as she could, she also disregarded the health and safety of her seams when she tore at her chemise and bloomers.
When her fingers landed on the ribbons holding up her stockings, however, Otto let loose a low growl. “Keep those on.”
She looked up to find that in the time it took her to almost completely undress, he’d removed his trousers, boots, and socks. Her mate now knelt before her, surrounded by scattered piles of her artwork, nude as the day he was born. His cock hung heavy and livid between his spread thighs, a temptation she had no power to resist.
Josephine drank in the sight of his form with a desperate sort of hunger.
She no longer feared that he would look upon her body in disgust. For every silvery scar she possessed, Otto had triple that amount. That didn’t stop him from being the single most handsome, virile man she’d ever laid eyes on. Why did she thinkhermarks would be repugnant when she foundhisso fascinating?
Besides, he’d made good on his promise to kiss every one of them. He did so often. When she asked him why, he explained that he did not want her to remember the pain that caused them but the pleasure she felt when he kissed them.
“Lay back,” he ordered, palms dropping to the rug on either side of her thighs.
Josephine eased back down. Her heart hammered, its beat echoing in her throat, chest, and between her thighs. He’d pleasured her plenty since their escape, but the sight of him prowling toward her on his hands and knees still made her cunt go slick and hot for him. The exhilaration hadn’t changed even an ounce since that momentous day in the cell.
If anything, the knowledge of what was to come only made it more exciting.
When Otto hovered over her on hands and knees, Josephine allowed her legs to fall open, welcoming him in. The damp, silky head of his cock brushed the soft flesh of her belly as his gaze slowly roved over her face, down her neck, and further, taking in all she offered.
“Well?” she pressed, growing restless.
Otto flashed her a wicked, feverish grin. “I’m surveying my feast.”
Josephine trembled, her anticipation building with every breath. She reached up to pet his chest, fingers smoothing over chest hair and dimpled scars, to run the pads over his flat nipples. “Do it faster.”
His upper lip lifted, revealing fearsome fangs. They weren’t like her own — thin, sharp, made for piercing. His were canines meant for tearing, crushing. In his shifted form, they were the length and width of her middle finger.
In another life, Josephine would have whimpered at the sight of them. Now, she returned his snarl with equal force.
Otto would never hurt her. The woman and the beast trusted him implicitly. They just wished he’dhurry up.
“My pretty submissive is awfully demanding.” She’d never heard a man sound as smug as he did then. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile.
Otto bent down to lay a trail of kisses and bites from her throat to her breasts. He loved her breasts and often spent a great deal of time with them, using his mouth and fingers to pluck, twist, and suck until she begged him to ease the ache between her thighs.
Though she complained, Josephine loved it just as much as he did. The feeling of his beard — trimmed now, but always prickly — and the sense that she was being worshipped never lost its appeal. Now, if he’d only use one of those talented hands elsewhere…
He circled one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue before he lifted his head, his gaze intently focused on the way it tightened. Josephine groaned when he did the same thing to its twin. The delicate touches tipped her into a frenzy, but Otto would not be moved no matter how she growled and whined for more.
Only whenhedeemed the task done did he move on. Otto scraped his teeth along the curve of her belly. He traced the dip of her bellybutton with his tongue. He kissed the tops of her thighs before untying her ribbons and rolling her stockings down with painful slowness.
By the time he settled his head between her thighs, she was sweat-slicked, her back arched, and her cunt aching so badly, she couldn’t think past it.
