He’s thick and perfect. A passionflower vine curls downward, wild and intricate, blooming where ink meets skin. I want to trace it with my tongue, memorize every sinuous curve, kiss every soft petal.
Reality snaps back into place, though, when Ezra climbs into bed and wraps himself around me.
“What now, darling?” he whispers, grabbing my ass and flexing his hips. “I’m yours. Every inch of me.”
What’s the worst that could happen if I let him fuck me with that masterpiece of a cock?
He strokes through the slick mess between my legs, savoring every tremble, determined to see how many times I’ll break for him.
My hand slides down, wrapping around him, and a low, sinful moan slips from his mouth. I shiver, high on the power of making something like him lose control.
“Fuck, yes, Aurora. Christ, no one has touched my cock in over three centuries except for me. You’re playing with fire, little lupine.”
“Three hundred years?” I breathe. “But … you’re—” My fingers trail down his chest. “How could anyone not want to touch you?”
“Naturally, there were many who were interested, darling, but I wasn’t. Sex was quite boring until you came along. Your hands feel like absolute Hell wrapped around me, Aurora.”
“Hell?” I blink. “Am I doing something wrong?”
I mean, I know I’m inexperienced compared to him, but I’m pretty sure I know how to stroke a cock.
Ezra chuckles, grazing his nose lightly against mine—something that feels completely out of character for a violent, man-eating shadow monster.
“Hell isn’t what humans think,” he murmurs. “It’s the only place a creature like me would ever be welcome.”
Then he smirks, the kind that makes my stomach flip.
“Keep stroking me, little queen. I love your smart, curious little mouth, but I’m starting to crave it somewhere far more dangerous.”
Just as he works his fingers inside me and I wrap my hands around his beautiful cock, a sharp bark comes from the front of the house.
Shit. Louie. I’m a terrible pet owner. Er … hellhound owner?
Wait. Can you even own a hellhound?
Do we own pets? Is ownership inherently unethical—
Oh.
Ezra growls in my ear as his hand moves faster. “One more time, Aurora. Before we return to reality. Don’t worry about me. Focus on your pleasure, little vixen.”
He tangles a hand in my hair, pulls my head back, then looks deep into my eyes. His bottom lip sits between his teeth, his gaze darkening with the single-minded intent to ruin me.
Everything in my body clenches as I barrel toward another mind-blowing orgasm.
“I can feel it, sweet girl. You’re right there. Let go for me. I need it. I need you.”
Between his deep, commanding voice and his skillful fingers, Ezra works me into a frenzy, washing away all worries and thoughts.
His thumb works my clit while his fingers pump into me. Every muscle in my body twitches and shakes as my legs dangle over that sweet, glorious edge.
Once again, I come so hard that blackness eclipses my vision. My mind blanks like I’ve been swallowed by something ancient and still. Ezra holds me tight against him, growling into my neck and nipping at my shoulder.
The violent memories dig their nails into my skull.
Jameson’s grip.
His breath.
