“I can smell it on you—you smell like you’re going into heat.”Hisnose nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply.“Sweetand ripe… fucking intoxicating.”
“Iamin heat,”Iadmit, hips wiggling despite myself.“ButIcan’t do anything about it.LastnightIwas trying to…to help myself butIcouldn’t, you know,get there.”
He strokes my hair gently, lips brushing my forehead in a tender kiss.
“Poor little priestess.Youcouldn’t make yourself come?”
I shake my head, my cheeks scorching.
“No.”
He kisses me again—my cheek this time.
“Do you want me to help you?”he murmurs.
I want to say yes with all my being…but shame gets in the way.
“No,Ishould try to fight it—fight the curse.”
“Fight it then,” he murmurs.“I’llhelp you.We’lljust stay like this a while longer—make sure you’re all warmed up.”
“All right,”Ihear myself saying.
Guilt twists my gut—what if theNatureGoddessis watching?I’ma priestess and this—being naked in a man’s arms and risking my chastity—is sin.
YetIcan’t bear the thought of moving away from his body—he’s so warm, so big, his solid muscle cradling me likeI’mprecious.Hemakes me feel cared for…maybe even loved.Ican’t stop myself from trying to get closer—trying to get more of that intoxicating feeling of being cared for and protected.
But asIrub against him, desperate for friction, his shaft hardens—thickening… lengthening.BeforeIknow it,Ifeel it parting my outer pussy lips to rub directly against my aching clit.Thevelvety head drags over my swollen bud, sending lightning through me.
“Oh,Goddess,”Imoan, knowingIshould pull away but not able to make myself.Instead,Igrind against him, rubbing hard against the rigid shaft as sparks of pleasure fly through me.
“Mmm, baby,Iknow you couldn’t manage last night, but it feels like you’re helping yourself now,”Theronmurmurs, his deep voice husky, but he doesn’t stop me.Instead, his big hands close over my hips, encouraging me to keep going.
My pleasure is climbing now—steady and insistent.Maybethe curse demands male contact—maybeIcan’t come without his heat…his scent…his hardness.Itfeels right…almost inevitable.
“Please,”Ibeg brokenly.“I’msorry,Ijust want…Ineed…”
“It’s all right, sweetheart—help yourself,” he growls, his breath hot on my neck.“Fuck, you feel so good against me.Yoursoft little pussy is so wet… dripping all over my cock.”
I moan louder, grinding shamelessly, my clit throbbing against his shaft.Iwas so cold a moment ago but nowI’mhot—burning up.Theriver-scented breeze cools my fevered skin, night blooming jasmine heavy in the air and fireflies winking like stars around us.
I keep going—focused on reaching the peak.Mypleasure builds—close, so close—but then it plateaus frustratingly.WhatamIdoing wrong?
I give a muffled moan of pure frustration, my hips stuttering to a stop.
“Theron,Ican’t…Ican’t get there.Ineedhelp.”
“I can help you, baby—if you trust me,” he growls, his deep voice thick with hunger.“Ican get you there, but you have to let me in.”
“I trust you,”Ipromise breathlessly.“Please, just help me!”
“All right, baby,I’llhelp.”
Smooth as sin, he rolls us over and nowI’mon my back in the cool, mossy grass.
He looms over me—his horns silhouetted against the moon, looking like some ancient god of fertility and sex.
I gasp in surprise, butIdon’t fight him.Instead,Ifeel my legs parting instinctively.Mybody is deep in cursed need—achingly empty.
