The move leaves me panting and frenzied. I tear off the rest of our clothes.
I’m distracted briefly by my ass going ice cold when Griffith lifts me and sets me back down onto the bathroom counter. Then, as if the tiles don’t bother his knees, the wolf drops down so he can lick me until I’m writhing—which, apparently, is allowed again.
After my first wave of pleasure builds, crests, and crashes, Griffith stands, palming his hard cock as he watches me ride through the tail of my orgasm.
“One more time,” he says, his eyes pure wolf, “means we’re doing this thousands of more times.”
Even with my nerves tingling and breath shuddering, I manage a smirk. “In one night? You have some impressive stamina. But I’m in if you are.”
He growls out a chuckle, and I expect him to move forward. Press into me.
But he stands still, slowly stroking his cock as his head tilts in that wolfish way he has.
“I think you should shift,” he says.
Now I’m the one going still, my muscles locking up as fear and longing war within me. I love my other half and want to wear my tail and talons without hesitation. But last time, I was left on the edge of death.
But shouldn’t we find out now if I’m truly healed?
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
Griffith’s jaw firms. “Me too. And I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.” He leans forward, his heat a comforting balm as he presses a gentle kiss to my poundingpulse. “But I think this might be something you need. And I’m here for you, no matter what happens.”
He’s right. I don’t want fear to hang like a heavy cloud over this moment. I want to be brave.
After a deep, bracing breath, I tug on the part of my soul that holds all the magic. My mermaid form rises from the depths, and my limbs meld and stretch until I’m perched on the counter with my thick tail draped across the floor, talons digging into the edge of the granite.
“Fuck,” Griffith snarls, and I worry for just a moment before he continues, “I didn’t think you could get more beautiful.”
I smirk and arch my back, knowing it’ll put my bare tits on better display while also testing the healed skin. The scar tugs ever so slightly, the newly mended skin stiff.
But it holds, and I let out a breathless laugh of relief. “I think it worked. For real this time.”
Griffith swallows hard. “You ready for more?” His hungry gaze tracks over every scale. “How do you feel about me taking you like this?”
Tingles of anticipation rush down my spine. “I’ve never fucked in this form before.”
That’s a level of intimacy I’ve never allowed. Too vulnerable.
“We don’t have to.” Griffith’s calm tone does not match his weeping cock, cum already beading on the tip.
I hold my arms out, inviting him closer. “I want to. With you.”
He groans and lunges forward, fusing our mouths together so ferociously that my fangs cut his lips. But he only dips his tongue deeper, and my mind goes hazy with the euphoric taste of his essence.
Thick fingers trace along the line of my abdomen where skin meets scales. Griffith dips downward until he discovers the slit that leads to my channel. He presses the sides apart, firstdipping under the hood to seek out the hard pearl of my clit, which he strokes until I’m whimpering and begging. Only when I’m on the edge does he press into me, thrusting deep as his legs bracket my flicking tail.
All ability to think leaves me as my entire focus trains on where he’s disappearing into my body, stretching me wide, laying his claim.
My talons dig marks into his back as I whimper and try to get closer, never wanting this to end.
“A thousand more times,” he mutters against my bloody lips as he plunges in over and over. “Still won’t be enough.”
We lose ourselves to the heated lovemaking, not even noticing when the tub overflows.
34
CLEMENTINE
