My thumb finds her clit, circling in time with my fingers thrusting inside her, and tears start spilling down her face. Her walls start to pulse around my fingers, and I can't understand anything she's moaning.
“Come on my fingers,Saelûn.” I rasp.
“Don't hold it in. Let go. Give it to me. I want it all.”
Her orgasm crashes through her. She clenches around my fingers, pulsing wildly.
A snarl rises in my throat, and I can’t stop it. I grip her thigh and sink my fangs into the tender skin. She gasps, body jerking, and I groan as thethraevûnleaves my gums and slips into her bloodstream. (Venom.)
She doesn’t know what it’s doing to her, but she moans my name like it’s the only word she knows,
“Veyr’sal, Lumi, I rasp, breath ragged. “That’s it. Let it take you. Let me take you.”
I lick the bite closed, sealing it and tasting her blood mixed withsaelith. The combination nearly destroys me.
I work her through it, fingers curling, thumb circling until she goes limp beneath me.
“What? Why—what did you do?” she pants.
“Thraevûn,” I murmur against her thigh, kissing the puncture marks. “Your body needs it. Mine aches to give it to you.”
Slowly, I pull my fingers free. They're soaked. She props herself up on her elbows as I bring them to my mouth to taste her again, her pupils blow wide.
“I feel—” she gasps. “Everything. It’s—I need?—”
“Tell me what it feels like,Saelûn,” I growl. “Your body choosing me. My venom coursing through your veins.” I lick over the wound again, and she trembles.
“Veylûn ves’thrae... look at you.” (Glowing from my bite.)
My voice drops.“Even your blood belongs to me now.”
I know she needs more. My fingers aren't enough, not for mykaevûn, especially if I want mykaelûnrathinside her. (Knot.)
A wave of panic hits me. I have to stretch her more...
My tail. The thought surfaces through the haze. In my beast form, I have a thick, prehensile tail. Perfect for?—
Can I shift just that part of me? I’ve never tried. I’ve never had a reason to.
But with her laid out before me, desperate for me to make it fit, I’ll try anything.
I close my eyes and focus on the shift, not my whole body, just there.
Heat ripples down my spine. Bones shift, and then, I feel it—my tail. I glance behind me, and it’s there, swishing back and forth, ready.
What if she hates this? What if it ruins everything?
“Andrik?” Her voice is uncertain. “What are you doing?”
I turn, my tail curls in between us.
“You’re going to use your tail?”
“If you’ll let me,” I rasp. “I need to stretch you, Saelûn. I won’t hurt you. Not ever. But I need you ready for me...”
She stares at it. Then at me. Then back at it.
What a stupid idea, of course, she wouldn’t want my tail inside her.
