I gasp when he blows cool air against my hot center, then swipes a tongue up my pussy. He doesn’t hesitate, licking and sucking, teasing my clit while being careful not to nick me with his fangs, but it’s too soft. It’s not enough.
I want more.
I tighten my hold in his hair, gripping and pulling. My eyes squeeze closed as my hips lurch with desperation, and a whimper escapes my lips when I don’t get what I want.
“Use your words, little shifter.” His lips move against me, and I open my eyes again to see him staring up my body, eyes vibrant when they meet mine.
“More,” I gasp, “your fingers.”
My back arches when he slides two fingers into me, curling them against my inner walls as he finds my clit with his mouth again and sucks. I throw my head back at the sensation, eyes rolling as my focus narrows to the feel of him.
Everything blurs together, a haze of pleasure as the tidal wave of sensation builds inside me. Each stroke of his fingers, the suction from his mouth, his grip on my hips. Even the pressure from his nose nudging my mound as he sucks and licks adds to the incredible feelings he’s eliciting. My legs tremble, my entire body tightens, the pleasure is overwhelming and more intense than anything I’ve felt before.
As it peaks, my breath catches, and I stay there, hanging for eternity, a shooting star burning through the night sky. I'm right on the precipice for timeless moments before the orgasm crests and crashes over me, pulsing through my body and clenching his fingers inside me.
“That’s my good girl.” His mouth gentles and slows as he stays with me, prolonging the sensations and sending aftershocks rippling through me.
Finally, I fall limp.
My hands drop from his hair. My back flattensto the mattress. The breath punches out of me, and my legs turn to noodles.
“Holy shit.”
His responding chuckle sounds satisfied as he pulls back and gently traces one finger around my pussy, almost like he’s committing it to memory. Then he swipes his hand across his jaw, cleaning the wetness from his face as he crawls up the bed next to me. His fingers don’t leave me though. He trails them over my skin, up and down my arm closest to him. I close my eyes, inhaling a deep breath. It smells like sex in our room now.
Sex andhim.
“Good?” he asks.
“So good," I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.
“I don’t think I’ve heard you swear before.”
“Worth it.” My face stretches into a content smile as I blink my eyes open. When I turn toward him, his gaze snags on my bitten bottom lip, and his mouth parts as he pushes his tongue against one fang.
I’m surprised to feel completely at ease with him. No discomfort or awkwardness after the best orgasm of my life. No fear of the evil vampire and his exposed fangs. No worry about what the future holds. I'm here, in this moment, with him.
As my brain clicks back into reality, his eyes briefly flick to the top of my head before meeting my gaze. He quirks one side of his lips up when I catch him.
“What am I this time?” I ask, resigned to my fate. Even after days of practicing morning and night, there’s no way I can pull in a shift right now.
“Fox ears," he says.
I search his face, trying to figure out where his head is at. He soothes any concern I might have before I even get a chance to think it.
“Kinda sexy, to be honest.” Asher rubs his chin, looking almost embarrassed as he says it, but I’m too caught off guard to hold my reaction in.
“Really?” I say, and my hesitant smile turns into a grin. “You like?”
He nods, looking at my fox ears again. I reach up, feeling the tufted ears peeking out of my sex-mussed hair. I tilt my head, thinking about it.
“I guess it’s not that different from those sexy black cat costumes people wear at Halloween. Just… real ears, instead of a headband?” I search inside myself, trying to sort out the tangled emotions swirling in my chest. Surprise, definitely. Pride? Or something like it, similar to confidence or a new feeling of attractiveness.
I feel seen, accepted, kind of confused but also pleased that he likes every part of me he’s been privy to so far. I set it aside for now, satisfied with the good outweighing what might not actually be so bad. I’m ready to move on to more fun topics.
I roll onto Asher’s chest and his hands immediately find my waist. I shiver as they span much more of me than I thought they would, then sit up to straddle him, licking my lips when his eyes dilate.
“My turn.” I purr the words, my voice turning husky as I drink in the sight of him stretched out below me.
