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I was more than happy to wrap my free hand around my shaft. I watched, entranced, as Luc hooked his hands behind my knees and pushed my legs back until my feet were flat on the bed. A shaky breath pushed out of him, and his hands smoothed down the backs of my thighs, tickling the light dusting of hair there.

“So beautiful…” he murmured, as if he didn’t expect anyone to hear. He grabbed the bottle next, popping the cap and squeezing some of the jelly onto two of his fingers. “I’m going to take my time with you,” he said. “If at any point, something hurts, is uncomfortable, or straight up doesn’t feel right, I want you to tell me. Understood?”

“Mmhmm,” I mumbled around my fingers, then slipped them free so I could speak properly. “Please, Luc.”

“Fuck…”

Luc’s left hand flattened on his thigh but his right—the one with the jelly—slipped under my balls, over the thin strip of skin there and between my cheeks. The cold made me flinch, but Luc was quick to soothe me with his free hand soothing over my thigh. “It’ll warm up, baby. Trust me.”

He kept saying that: “Trust me.”

Like I’d be laying there if I didn’t; like I’d have ever given him the time of day after the night we met if I didn’t completely trust him.

I’d trusted this man to give me my first kisses, given him the honor of being the first person to touch me to orgasm—or to not touch me to orgasm. I’d never thought that it was possible to come untouched, but Luc had brought that out in me.

This man was my soulmate, my mate in every sense of the word. Not only had we been bound together by fate, not only had I been the one to call him to me with that ritual, I’d chosen him. I wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but I’d picked him to spend the rest of my life with.

I opened my mouth to tell him how much I did trust him, but the only thing that came out was a contented sigh. Luc had just breached my hole with a single finger, softly massaging the rim while the muscle relaxed. It burned, but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, I found myself arching against his hand, rolling my hips over the single digit while Luc stole inch by teasing inch.

“More,” I panted the moment I felt his knuckle against my ass.

“You sure?”

I nodded, peering between my legs to watch him work. My hand faltered on my cock, then dropped altogether. I was entranced by the way he worked his finger in and out of me, the fullness it brought and the threat of more when he pulled back, lined up a second, and pushed through.

I hissed, squeezing my eyes shut for a brief moment, but only briefly. I was enjoying watching him too much. My hole stretched around his fingers, lube slicking up the surface and creating a smooth glide for him.

Then he… did something and I jackknifed off the bed, head falling to the pillow. “Fuck!” I cried out, hips rocking onto his hand to try and make him repeat it. “Fuck me,” I said a little softer. “Do that again.”

So he did, pressing some magic button inside of me that lit up pleasure centers I didn’t even know I had. Sparks sizzled across my body. My vision whited out.

“That, my little human,” Luke softly cooed, “would be your prostate.”

That’s what that was for?

Fuck, I should have found it a long time ago, but having Luc be the first one to introduce me to that kind of pleasure twisted something in my chest.

“More,” I growled, bordering on feral now. The look in Luc’s eyes was hungry; his mouth even watered, his tongue darting out to lap at his lips.

He crooked his fingers again, tapping that spot until I saw stars.

He spread and scissored his fingers inside me, his other hand working his cock once more. The head was red and weeping, prepared to slip inside me and the thought of that nearly made me lose it.

I shot a hand down to my balls, tugging them away from where they’d gotten settled nice and cozy near my body.

“Luc,” I panted, squeezing my eyes shut. “I can’t wait much longer.”

“Hold on, baby,” he pleaded, “just a bit longer.”

A whimper threatened, but it died in my throat when Luc abruptly tugged his fingers free and something… pointed replaced it. Something with a familiar tip, but with rounded edges that wouldn’t hurt me.

There’s no way in hell…

I pried my eyes open and sure enough, Luc had both hands on his thighs once more, scratching angry red lines into his skin. His cock jutted out proudly, a clear drop of liquid dripping from the tip. His jaw worked, but what really caught my attention was his tail—which slithered between my legs and slipped through my slick cheeks. The tip prodded at my hole, and Luc paused, waiting for my permission.

I nodded, and he pushed forward. I groaned, the wide tip of his tail stretching me wider than I thought possible. It burned, but I breathed through it and soon enough it faded into all-consuming pleasure.

He didn’t go as deep with his tail, but it was deep enough to hit that spot inside me, turning me into a whimpering writhing mess.