“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasped, his voice deeper…more guttural. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary buck, sliding his shafts against her. “Your sweet little pussy is so ready.”
“I…I can’t help that.” Kiera took a deep breath. “It’s just…part of being close to you. Do you want me to pull away?”
“Fuck, no!” His language had grown coarser, but she didn’t mind–his deep, growling voice in her ear as she rubbed against him made Kiera even hotter.
“Good–then stay…stay with me,” she ordered, rather breathlessly.
“No going anywhere, baby,” he growled and his arms tightened around her, drawing her even closer.
Kiera moaned and rubbed against him again, sliding her pussy against his lower shaft which was thick and hot against her inner cunt. As she moved, she saw the first small signs that all this intimate contact was working.
The fur along Brux’s jaw stopped thickening and then the sharp, dangerous elongation of his muzzle eased by degrees. He still wasn’t fully back—his eyes remained gold, and they were still too bright and too wild—but he wasn’t slipping farther away either.
He was holding steady–that was something, Kiera told herself. It was a whole lot better than nothing.
But it still wasn’t enough.
She let out a shaky breath and looked up at him.
“You need more, don’t you?” she asked softly, her hand sliding down his furred chest. “More of this…more of me.”
Brux nodded once, his throat working hard, fangs glinting as he swallowed
“I do. But I don’t know if…” He swallowed again and looked away for a second before forcing himself to meet her gaze. His golden eyes burned with shame and desperate hunger. “Don’t know if you’ll want to give me what I need.”
Kiera’s heart fluttered nervously in her chest. She could feel the rigid heat of both his cocks, throbbing against her, demanding more…more…more.
But she had never been a quitter or a coward.
“Tell me what you need,” she urged, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “If I can help you, I will. I swear I will.”
For a moment he only looked at her, as though still unable to believe she meant it. Then, very slowly, he lifted one huge hand and cupped her bare breast.
Kiera bit back a gasp. His palm was rough and hot, engulfing her breast completely. His thumb brushed over her nipple in one careful, deliberate stroke, and sensation shot through her, making her hips buck involuntarily.
So he needed to touch her–all right. She could work with that.
She didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer.
“Good…that’s good,” she breathed. “Touch me, Brux—take what you need.”
And to prove she meant what she said, she took his other hand—the one not kneading her breast—and guided it between her thighs. She felt his fingers cupping the slick, swollen folds of her pussy immediately. God, it felt so good.
“Does…does this help?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Gods, yes,” his voice was thick with needing. “But are you sure…you don’t mind letting me touch you here?”
Kiera spread her legs wider, offering herself completely.
“If this is what you need–if this is what keeps you from slipping back to your wolf form–then take it,” she told him, her voice dropping to a husky command. “Touch me as much as you need to–fuck my pussy with your fingers. Make me come for you. Do it, Brux.”
The big Monstrum made a low, hungry sound—half growl, half prayer—and obeyed at once.
His touch was careful at first—as though he couldn’t quite believe she was letting him do this. Thick fingers parted her folds, tracing her entrance and gathering her wetness. But the minute he felt how drenched she was—how her body was wet and ready for him—his breath caught and his whole body tensed.
“Goddess, you really are soaked,” he rasped, his voice thick with awe and hunger. One long finger pushed inside her, stretching her, then curling to find that perfect spot. “And so fucking tight… so hot… feels like this sweet little cunt was made for me…”
“I just…just want to help you,” Kiera moaned and opened wider for him, her hips rocking to meet his touch. “Yes… more… give me more…” she moaned.
