“If you really would rather just cuddle tonight, we can,” she said, although it was with her most pitiful pout.
“They’ll know…”
“How happy you make me?” His shirt slid free of his belt, which she began to unbuckle. “How good you make me feel?” She kissed his chest, right above where his fur disappeared beneath the vee of his shirt’s neckline. “How a manticore treats hiskigara?”
She makes an excellent point,purred theturuk.
You just want to fuck her.
And you don’t?
Well…ibás, he was outnumbered and outmatched.
Taking hold of her hips, Soren drew her flush against him, letting her feel the hot burn of his cock against her belly. Maeve gasped and cooed, biting her lip in pleasure.
“You will have to do as I ask,” he rumbled.
“I always do,” she whispered back.
That was…half true.
Relenting, Soren pulled off his shirt and finished unbuckling his belt. He stepped out of his kilt under her appreciative, lusty gaze. Before her eyes, his cock bobbed enthusiastically, his blood pumping hotter to know he was so close to seeing all those ribbons again.
Maeve reached for him, but he caught her wrist. Still holding her, he sank to a knee to catch the hem of her gown. Biting her lip again, she balanced with her hands on his shoulders as he rucked up her skirts. All that fabric slid up her body, and Soren worked it carefully over her shoulders and head.
Finally,finallyhe saw what she’d hidden from him all day.
The wicked underthings were even better than he remembered. He traced a finger over the garter at her waist, warmed from laying against her body.
Using the hand he held, he spun her slowly, taking his fill of the sight of her.Ibás, the thin fabric that didn’t at all cover her cunt slipped around the back to clearly bisect the cheeks of her plush backside. He loved the line her stockings made across her supple thighs and how the ribbons up to the garter followed the contours of her.
Her long hair spilled like spun gold down her back, emphasizing her winging shoulder blades and the gentle slope of her shoulders. As he watched, she reached back to draw her hair over a shoulder and peek at him over the other.
“You like it, then?” she asked, as though she didn’t know the answer.
Throat tight with a possessive purr, Soren caught her hips in his greedy paws, sliding them down to cup her backside. His fingers sank into the giving flesh, making him shudder.
“Very much,” he rumbled.
“Good, because I have much,muchmore.”
Soren’s purr stuttered, and he dropped his mouth to the curve of her bare shoulder. Licking up the back of her neck, he thanked the goddess and all his ancestors for the gift of his sweet, playful mate. He was truly the luckiest bastard alive.
His cock throbbed against the delicious curve of her backside, and Soren had to grit his teeth and claw back some of his control. He’d prided himself on building his strength and stamina for bedroom play; there was no other choice when it came to having akigaraas lustful and flirtatious as his.
She tested that new strength and stamina now. It would be nothing to pick up her leg behind the knee, opening her enough for him to sink inside.
Ibás, he wanted that badly.
But no, no, he could be a patient mate, a good mate. That’s what today had been about—showing everyone all that he could be to her.
“On your back, on the bed,” he purred in her ear.
Maeve shuddered, her breaths coming a little faster. Soren watched avidly as she turned to face him, trailing her hand along his chest as she moved to do as he said. She laid back languidly, stretching her arms above her head and rocking her hips side to side.
“Like this?”
“Legs open for me.”
