His fangs pop out as he bites his bottom lip. “What is…messing around?”
“Kissing. Touching. That kind of thing.”
His head tilts slightly, but he says nothing.
“Want me to show you?” I ask, and a low hum emits from his throat. I’ll take that as a yes.
I scoot toward him, turning on my side to face him. My hand extends, my finger brushing against his exposed shoulder. It ripples under my touch.
His eyes are shining like sunlight passing through crystals, and I swear in that moment, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I hold my breath as I drag my finger down his chest, wanting to place the palm of my hand against him, but unsure if that will drive him away.
He stays still, a frantic beat thumping wildly in his chest.
My finger dances over it. “How many hearts do you have?” I know it’s more than one, but I have no idea what his anatomy is like besides the genital pocket, his claws, his tail, and his very expressive ears.
He shrugs one shoulder. “Two.”
“Cool. Humans only have one.”
“I know. You are weak, like I said.”
I roll my eyes and then tweak his nipple slightly. He jerks back, his hum off-pitch, but I drag him toward me with a brush of my hand to his arm.
“I’m not sure I like touching,” he says, wrinkling his nose.
I let out a small laugh. “I’ll be gentle with you then, big tough guy.”
His eyes glitter as I curl my fingers slightly and drag them down his side. His skin ripples and his ears flutter, and I shift closer.
“You said you would kiss,” he reminds me. I almost forgot how much he liked doing that.
My eyes flash up to his, and my lips twitch. “Ah, that’s what you want?”
His ears flutter, and I lean in closer, our chests pressing together. My leg wraps around his as my nose brushes against his neck, and he lets out another satisfied breath.
A hum follows, which is now in tune, vibrating through him as I press my lips to his warm skin. His tail wraps around my waist, keeping me against him as I let my lips slide up his throat.
“Like that?” I ask.
He answers with a deeper hum, and I let my lips linger for a moment, my hand moving up to tangle in his hair. It’s soft, and so lush. I tug on it, and his hum comes from deeper in the back of his throat.
I love that sound, much more than I thought I would. It’s so inhuman, and while I was always taught it was wrong, I can’t help but wonder if my aunt, uncle, and Zane’s family are the ones who aren’t right.
My body shifts, and I push him onto his back. Climbing onto him, I straddle his thighs as he stares up at me, and I lean forward to brush my lips over the sharp curve of his jaw. His eyes close in pleasure, hands coming around my waist. He holds me with an impossible strength before moving down to my ass, and his fingertips softly graze my globes.
His hum is even louder now, almost needy, and I feel the vibrations as though they were welling up inside of me instead of coming from him.
It’s doing things to my dick.
Touching him is euphoric.
I kiss him a little harder, and his eyelids flicker open. When his gaze locks with mine, heat skims down my spine. After a few seconds of my lips pressed firmly to his, I nibble at his bottom lip gently and then pull back to look at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded and hazy.
“Do you like that?” I ask again.
He takes a moment to answer. “I…do not know. I think so. It’s…different.”
