He nodded, dazed.
She grinned, bright and blazing. The truest smile he’d gotten out of her since he walked into her café. Then she started bouncing in his lap, riding him for all she was worth.
His trimmed claws pressed into her hips. He heard himself growl, wings twitching against the couch. This wasn’t where he thought this was going—he’d more picturedhimpoundingherinto the couch—but he sure wasn’t complaining. He shouldn’t have expected anything else, he realized as he watched her bounce on his cock. Of course, she’d want the upper hand. For someone who was all about Arthur opening up, dropping the mask, and beingreal, she didn’t like being vulnerable, either.
It didn’t stop it from feeling weirdly intimate. Even as he tried to focus on how incredible she felt around him—the delicious flush traveling down her cheeks and chest, her gorgeous tits jiggling in his face—he couldn’t help but think about howclosethey were. How right she felt in his arms, which came up to circle her back as she rode him. He’d slept with so many women he couldn’t count, but it had never felt as intimate as it was with Emma.
He let out a startled moan as she sank her hands into the soft underside of his wings.
She slowed, her hands pausing. “No?”
“It’s good,” he admitted, rushed. “You can keep going. It’s good.”
She started riding him in earnest again, squeezing around him. It was heaven. It was torture. He only let the beauticians and makeup artists at them when he had to. Hedefinitelydidn’t let anybody touch his wings during sex. Never mind that it was Emma’s go-to move, the thing guaranteed to make him come apart. Emma’s slim fingers traced his feathers, pressing past them to touch the skin. Reaching behind him, she traced the place where his back met his wings, forcing a truly pathetic noise out of his throat.
She giggled. She looked delighted, even triumphant.
“Really should’ve fucked a chimera while you were gone,” she panted. “Think they’d all be so easy for me? One little tug on their tail—”
She wound his tail around her wrist, stroking his scales.
“—and you’re begging for it,” she continued.
He grinned. “I don’t hear me begging. Kinda thought it’d beyoubegging.”
“What do I have to beg for? I’m getting—” she stopped, mouth falling open on a high-pitched moan “—what I n-need.”
“Fucking told you.” He reached for her clit.
She slapped his hands away. “Hey! I said stay.”
He huffed a laugh, settling his hands around the small of her back. “You got mean.”
“I was always mean.” She grinned down at him, digging her hands into the softest part of his wings once more.
He shuddered under her touch. He wanted to correct her—she wasnevermean, she just played the part. Maybe she had asshole tendencies, but it was all to cover that great big heart he’d brought up at dinner. It wasn’t a line. He’d seen that big heart even before he knew her all that well. She always thought he’d gone after her because he couldn’t stand someone not liking him, but it wasn’t true. He’d gone after her because he’d seen that big heart, and he wanted to be worthy of it.
Her forehead dropped against his. Her motions were speeding up, getting jerkier. Arthur’s blunt claws dug harder into her spine. He wanted nothing more than to flip her over and pound her until she screamed. But she’d told him not to, assured him it was what she needed. He’d said he’d give it to her, hadn’t he? He promised. He keptsomeof his promises.
“Fuck,” she whispered into his mane. “Arthur. You feel…”
“You, too,” he groaned. He could feel himself twitching in the condom, the base swelling. It felt surprisingly like a knot. Which wastypical. He hadn’t knotted anybody since Emma. Of course, it would show up again now. It wasn’t like he was pulling out and knotting his hand, either; it just didn’t happen for him. He came and slid right out, easy as anything. But he could feel it now, the base of his cock bulging bigger and bigger. Wanting to lock them together like when they were teenagers.
He cursed his ridiculous cock, which couldn’t sense that this wasn’ttheirEmma, it wasex-girlfriendEmma, who wouldn’t appreciate being locked onto him any longer than it took to make her come. That being said, she always liked it. Sometimes she even begged for his knot.
“I’m gonna come,” he said. “Can I knot you?”
The sound she made in response was so needy his wings spasmed, feeling sure she’d say yes. Then she shook her head.
“Make me come,” she said. “Donotknot me.”
He growled. He was honestly unsure if he could hold off much longer, especially with all the sinful sounds she was making. But she guided his hand to her clit, her hips stuttering as he rubbed her.
“Yeah,” she sighed. “Fuck. Oh,fuck. Arthur.”
“Use me,” he said, shaking with the effort of keeping his hips still. “Feel that? That’s all for you. Come on my cock, baby.”
For once, she did exactly what he told her. She went rigid, her mouth wet and puffy and open as she cried out. He worked her clit, just the tip, the way he knew she liked. Making it so intense until it was almosttoointense, her face creasing up as she rode out the aftershocks.