My other hand mindlessly grazes over her darkened, bruised neck, while my shadows writhe with worry at my back.
I refuse to be the cause of her pain.
“I need you to trust me, Ezra.”
She presses her palm against my chest. Not to stop me. Just to make sure I’m listening.
“We’ve known each other for such a short time, but I know my limits. My neck feels better than it did this morning. I want this, want you, so bad it almost hurts. Please allow me to make my own decisions about my body.”
I can’t argue with that. Her body is hers. Not mine.
I’m just the lucky monster who gets to worship every inch.
“I trust you, Aurora. Please promise you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable or don’t want to do something. As I told you last night and this morning, you are in control.”
“I promise,” Aurora whispers, urging me to stand.
As I follow her command, her hands glide softly down my chest and thighs, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
“Fuck, Aurora. You’re a goddamn revelation,” I rasp, running my knuckles over her flushed cheek.
She continues her blissful torture, worshipping every inch of me with her mouth. When I can’t take anymore, I tangle my fingers in Aurora’s hair, then pull her head back.
When I do, she opens her mouth, and I push my hips forward. My cock slides so deep I feel the tight clench of her throat.
Aurora moans, one hand drifting between her legs.
“Hands at your side, sweet girl. Let them spread you open and make you beg.”
She whimpers around me, hips grinding against the shadow already circling her clit, slow and certain as death.
The shadows know what she needs.
So do I. But she’s not getting it yet.
Not until her moans sound like devotion and her body begs for absolution.
I’ve never used my shadow like this—never dared—but fuck, I feel her swollen clit under the tendril, feel how soaked she is for us.
I roughly pull her head back, my cock springing free, and watch as my shadows play with her.
The sight makes me pant—Aurora on her knees, legs spread, slick dripping down her thighs, my shadows working her cunt while her tits arch forward, throat bared like an offering.
I want it all with her. I don’t know what forever means for something like me. But I know I want to spend it right here, on my knees, worshipping her.
“Does that feel good, Aurora? I want to please you in every way.” I groan, then pull her toward me again.
While Aurora works my cock with slow, wet strokes of her mouth, I snake another shadow toward her. It drags through the wet mess between her thighs before slowly pushing inside.
Like earlier, her hips rock, back and forth, grinding down on the shadow that’s stretching her open.
I can feel how tight she is, how slick, how desperately she clings to my shadow. When her cunt clenches, my whole body vibrates with a prickly sensation, as if a thousand tiny needles are tracing their way across my skin.
Aurora slowly moves my cock toward the back of her throat as my shadow pumps into her. The slick, obscene sounds of her taking it make my balls tighten and my vision blur.
“That’s it. Take every inch, little lupine. Your throat is so fucking tight. Such a good girl for me.”
She moves like she’s memorized every nerve in my body, taking me deeper with each stroke, rewriting me with every inch.
