Fuck, I feel it all—every swallow, every desperate clench, every flutter.
Pre-cum slicks my cock, spilling over my fist. Every part of me is begging to be inside her, to leave proof that she’s mine.
“Just like that. Such a good girl for us. Now, relax your throat, darling, then swallow around my shadow. Shit, I’m not going to last long.”
Who the fuck could, when it’s my own shadows fucking the little goddess, her divine bliss sharp on my tongue, baptizing me in pleasure?
Aurora relaxes, allowing my shadow to slip down her throat. When she moans around me, it rattles something deep inside that quite honestly scares the shit out of me.
Fuck it.
That’s something to worry about later.
Right now? I need to come.
I need to mark the innocent little lupine as mine in every way that matters.
I’m seconds from coming so hard I might fucking black out. One hand jerks my cock rough and fast, the other teasing her nipples until her body starts to tremble, pleading for more without a sound.
She’s so close. The broken sounds she makes around my shadow beg for release, making me growl as I nibble the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
Her skin tastes like honeysuckle, salt, and sex.
It’s fucking intoxicating.
“Fall apart for me, now, little vixen.”
Her cunt clamps down, tight and greedy, around my shadow as she comes in a rush of heat and sound. I follow a few seconds later, my cum splashing over the insides of her thighs, mixing with hers.
Her hair spreads like a halo across the floor, her skin is slick with our cum, her tits rising with every ragged breath.
She looks like Christmas morning.
I’ve never had one. Obviously. I’ve only read about the joy and the wonder and the … trees?
Didn’t get it. Still not entirely convinced.
But if it feels anything like this?
Perhaps I can see the appeal.
When Aurora’s body goes slack with exhaustion, I scoop her into my arms, lay her on my bed, and clean between her thighs with a trembling hand. Then I wrap my body around hers, holding tight, hoping she doesn’t vanish.
Between her attack and Iain and Louie and the spell reversals and Renato, the poor little thing must be exhausted.
I bury my face in her neck while my shadows curl around her, unwilling to let her go. They worship her skin as I whisper all the things I’m too much of a coward to say to her face.
Because I’m falling fucking deep, which scares me as much as it thrills me.
I’ve seen so many beautiful and wondrous things during my long life, but nothing compares to her. With a deep sigh of satisfaction, I move a few pieces of hair away from her face, then plant soft kisses along her neck and shoulder.
“You’re mine, little goddess. Forever,” I murmur into her skin.
Aurora softly snores, curling into me. She belongs here, like the shape of my body was made to hold her.
I want to stay here, with her, forever.
But Renato was right. She needs her power. And soon.
