But if she wanted to suck my cock in front of a crowd?
I’d gladly let her. A goddess like her should wield her power at every opportunity.
And what’s more powerful than a woman on her knees, a man at her mercy, his climax resting in the palm of her hand?
Or, in this case, resting deep in her tight throat?
Shit, I’m hard again.
Touching myself does nothing; it only makes it worse.
I shift into my Umbraeth, hoping the shadow will dull the ache.
The hunger settles, but it doesn’t fade.
A few minutes later, we arrive at Aurora’s house. I pause in the driveway while she unlocks her front door and steps inside, her windows blinking alive with warm light while she busies herself around the house.
As I near the little cottage, Aurora’s whiskey-warm voice drifts through me, and a sudden pang of jealousy squeezes my shadow.
Who the fuck is she talking to in such an endearing tone?
Does she have some shitty human boyfriend?
Fine. I’ll just kill him.
But then the clink of kibble in a metal bowl, along with a soft woof, floats through the kitchen window.
Fantastic. She has a dog.
This … could be a problem.
Dogs are perceptive little shits, and by the sound of Aurora’s one-sided conversation, hers is already on to me.
Fuck.
I could kill the dog.
Problem solved.
But … that would upset her.
And the thought of making her sad? It curdles something black and violent inside me.
No, I have a better plan.
I’ll wait in the forest, shift into my Tesem, and charm the beast. We could become familiar, maybe even friendly. That way, I can come and go as I please.
Patience is easy. I’ve had billions of years to perfect it. So, I settle into the dark, hidden beneath trees and shadows, and wait for Aurora to let her dog out.
When the door creaks open, my heart slams against my ribs like a goddamn kick drum. Aurora looks stunning in her baggy pajamas. I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature. I just know her body is perfection under those loose clothes.
Christ, every time I’m near this little human, my mind wanders. I must take care of the dog first, then I can focus on Aurora.
Her mutt hesitates.
I wouldn’t step outside either if I knew something like me was out here. But Aurora convinces the beast, coaxing her into the night.
What did she call that overgrown furball? Louie?
