And by all the broken constellations, I stay right where I am.
Christ, how I want to tear those little black panties from her body, spread her open, and watch the way she likes to pleasure herself.
No. That’s a fucking lie.
What I really want is to slide my cock into her sweet, soaked little cunt and make her forget she was ever alone.
The shadowed hand applies more pressure to her neck, and I shiver when her body responds.
My shadows are unstable. Ravenous.
They don’t just want Aurora.
They want to devour her.
They stretch toward her like they’ll rot from the inside out if they don’t have her soon.
Instinct drives me. I tear open my belt and drag my zipper down, already so hard for her that it hurts.
“Fuck, yes,” I mutter as I wrap my hand around my cock.
Leaning forward, I take yet another risk and whisper in her ear.
“You have my full attention, little lupine. I’ve seen mountains carved, oceans turn to deserts—but nothing compares to you in this moment. Rub that sweet clit and show me what divinity looks like when it breaks.”
When my mouth grazes her ear, I drag my tongue across my lips, desperate to taste her. The sight of her with a shadowed hand around her throat while she fucks herself is enough to make me come, but I’m not done with her yet.
Every so often, the shadowed hand presses harder against her throat.
The hand wrapped around my cock tightens and pumps faster, making my balls ache for release.
Each time she says my name, I’m entranced, unable to look away.
I run a finger across the tip of my weeping cock, collect a bead of pre-cum, then smear it along her gorgeous lips. Aurora’s tongue darts out of her mouth, greedily lapping up everything I give her.
Such a good fucking girl.
“Ezra … please … your fingers—fuck, I need them. I need you. I want to keep you. Let me keep you …”
My body tenses.
My shadow shudders.
She’s dreaming—but she’s already reaching out for me, already giving herself to me.
Beneath the grip of the shadowed hand curled around her throat, she releases a raw moan, splitting me open like a festering wound.
A groan escapes my chest before I can stop it.
I lean in, lips brushing her ear, my voice nothing but a gravel-dark growl.
“Keep making those pretty noises, little vixen, and I swear I’ll give you everything you’re begging for. I’ll bury my fingers so deep you’ll forget how to say anything but my name.”
My tongue drags along the shell of her ear, slow and fucking starved. She moans again. But this time it’s filthier, like her dream just slipped its leash.
And something inside me snaps.
Fuck staying away.
