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Did the man have a fancy vibrator in his pants?

He was blushing.

“Er, I do not have a human dick.”

A human dick. Or a witch dick, apparently. I’d only ever had sex with witches and humans, and none of them had felt like this.

“I want to see it,” I demanded, grasping the waistband of his pants.

He caught my hands, pressed them to his chest. Which wasn’t a hardship. His chest was firm and had ridges of its own.

“I want you to be far more turned on before you do. While I’m told it is definitely designed for her pleasure, it’s also not a typical style.”

“There’s a typical style to dicks?”

“Maybe not in the monster community, but for someone who has spent most of their life living among humans, yes.”

Hmm. “Trust me, I’m turned on.” I ground down on the hardness in his pants.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, but then he caught himself, released my hands and clutched my waist, his fingers flexing and making me wonder how nimble they were. Like, say, if he thrust them into my quite damp panties.

“Not enough for my liking yet,” he insisted.

Abruptly, he lifted me off his lap and plopped me onto his desk. I gave a little shriek and grabbed the edge of the wood to stabilize myself.

“Let me give you a couple of orgasms first.” His gaze held steady. The blush was gone. The hard set of his jaw told me he was serious.

Also, a couple?

I bit my lip.

And nodded.

He cupped my ankle, lifted my foot high, leaned in and pressed a kiss to that sensitive area behind the ankle bone.

I gasped.

He chased kisses up my leg, his mussed, floppy hair bobbing, his hand dragging along behind his lips, until he reached the hem of my dress. Catching it, he continued his upward action, bunching my dress around my waist and revealing bright red panties with a tiny black bow over the very damp spot in the middle.

He glanced up, his brows arched, a wicked grin on his face, before he shifted his focus to my panties.

And proceeded to drag them excruciatingly slowly down my legs.

“Oh. My.” My voice was breathy and high. Hell, so was I at this point.

River smoothed his hands up the inside of my legs, exerting gentle pressure. By the time he reached the prized peach, my thighs were spread as wide as I could possibly go.

I leaned back on my elbows and lifted my face toward the ceiling, closing my eyes for a moment to better absorb all the sensations hitting me at once.

Which meant I missed the view when he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my tingling pink taco. I certainly felt it though. My pelvis slammed into his face, and oh henna, had I just broken the guy’s nose?

I dared open my eyes and glanced down and was greeted with River’s smirk and a twinkle in his eye, so apparently, all was well.

Whew.

Because I most definitely did not want to stop this train.

He flattened a palm on my lower belly, effectively pushing me back against the desk, and then he dove in, eating me like I really was a peach and he was savoring every last juicy bit.