“Is it okay if we do more than cuddle?” Titan asked with a shy smile. “Could we keep doing what we were doing before I had a weird mini-emotional meltdown?”
Beatrix gave him an eager nod. “I’d love that.”
“Anything you want,” Arthur agreed, excited that Titan felt secure enough to keep going. “Will you let us strip you? I want to see your body.”
“I want to look, touch, and lick you like a giant ice cream cone,” Beatrix said, making Titan chuckle. She slid off his lap onto the couch next to him, urging him to stand up by pushing on his back.
Titan pretended that her push moved him to his feet, making her laugh again.
While Titan toed off his battered boots, Arthur pulled Beatrix onto his lap. She gave him a quick kiss before turning her attention to Titan.
With awkward movements and shaking hands, the large man popped the button on his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Although Arthur had seen men and women skillfully strip with the intent of seduction, nothing had ever affected him like Titan’s clumsy striptease.
Soon, all Titan was wearing was a pair of black boxer briefs, the rest of his clothes were heaped in a small pile on top of his boots.
“Wait,” Beatrix said, scrambling off Arthur’s lap. Titan froze with his thumb hooked in his underwear to pull them off. “Can I do that?”
Titan nodded and remained still. They both watched as Beatrix gracefully sank down in front of Titan and put the tips of her fingers on the edge of his boxers on either hip.
“This needs to be savored,” she said, licking across Titan’s abdomen. Titan’s bulge went from large to massive, straining in an attempt to tent the tight garment.
Beatrix pulled the fabric down half an inch and nuzzled the skin she’d revealed. Then did it again and kissed another ridge of muscle.
It was clear she planned to savor every part of Titan. Arthur was jealous.
Looking up, Arthur met Titans gaze. The wolf looked half excited and half upset. “She’s going to kill me!”
Titan
It wasn’t easy to remain still while Beatrix tortured him like it was her job. How did he end up with such an evil mate?
After lowering his briefs so slowly that a sloth could’ve made a cross-country journey before she was done, she finally pulled them low enough to let his painful erection pop free. At first, all he felt was relief that he wasn’t bound by the tight fabric any longer, then she abandoned his underwear halfway down his thighs and grabbed his cock in both hands.
“Oh fuck, this is gorgeous!” she exclaimed, running her hands up and down his shaft.
Titan tried to tell her that she needed to stop or he’d come right then, but the only sound that came out of his mouth was a moan. When she flicked her tongue over the tip, he sucked in a breath and looked to Arthur for help.
The vampire smirked before speaking up. “Sweetheart, you need to stop. Titan doesn’t want everything over this quickly.”
With one hand still wrapped around his dick, Beatrix looked up at him with a naughty pout. “But I’m having fun. Don’t you want me to have fun, Titan?”
Titan would never be able to say no to either of his mates and was about to agree to let her do anything and everything. Thankfully, or maybe regretfully, Arthur intervened.
“I don’t think it’s fair that Titan’s the only one who’s naked,” he said. Standing up, he hooked his fingers under Beatrix’s arms and lifted her to her feet. “It’s our turn to strip you, love.”
“I guess that’s fair,” she said with a chuckle, then went for the buttons of her blouse.
Arthur brushed her hands away. “Didn’t I say it was our turn?”
Titan followed the implied instructions and after pulling his briefs completely off, went to work on the decorative buttons of Beatrix’s top through the tiny holes. He might be large, but he’d cared for many fragile animals, including abandoned puppies and kittens. It meant he was far more dexterous than anyone expected.
He had the blouse unbuttoned before Arthur finished with Beatrix’s pants. They both pulled off her garments to find a matching lacy black bra and panties.
“Oh fuck,” Titan whispered, taking in the strategically placed scraps of fabric. “Did you wear this for me?”
“Not intentionally,” she whispered with a little shiver. “But when I was getting dressed this morning, I had the overwhelming urge to put them on. I’ll never question the urge to wear pretty matching sets ever again.”
“You’re beautiful to begin with,” Arthur said, running a finger over the panties. “These make me feral. I want to tear them off you with my teeth.”
