twenty-three
I had no idea what I asked him for. I just knew I needed something from him.
Nope, I’m a liar. I knew exactly what I wanted from him, but I didn’t know if I dared go there. Could I go there? Mentally I was pretty sure all of my lady bits enthusiastically said yes. Physically, I wasn’t sure.
But then, surely Kendal made it work somehow with Drym. It had to be physically possible, right?
Was I brave enough to find out? That wasn’t the right question. The right question was, how badly would I hate myself if I didn’t give it the old college try?
I stared at Thurl, who patiently waited for an answer, his body still and his eyes locked on mine, blazing red like some unholy demon who wanted to consume me.
And oh boy, did I want to be consumed.
“You. I want you.”
“What do you want from me, Jade?”
“I want you to make love to me.”
The words were out before I could overthink them, and I nearly sagged in relief when he scooped me into his arms and carried me inside. He didn’t bother to shut the door. I smiled as I thought that whoever was stupid enough to trespass on the ‘fangs’ territory wouldn’t make it near the houses, much less inside.
That was my last coherent thought.
Thurl set me on my feet next to his massive bed. His claws started a slow descent down my sides. They stopped just above my waistband.
“I will stop at any point as soon as you say the word.”
His growl raised goosebumps and made me squeeze my thighs together. I could no more speak than fly, so I nodded.
I squeaked as he shoved his cold nose into my neck, but a warm huff followed it. Then his tongue flicked out and licked above my collar. I answered his hum with a moan. He slipped his claws into the waistband of my jeans.
“Off.”
I fumbled with the button, only to be met with the Sisyphean task of lowering the zipper. The silicone covered tips of his claws drew patterns on my sides and back and I had the concentration of a squirrel on meth.
I ended up just yanking the two halves apart; the zipper falling on its own. I shoved my pants over the swell of my ass and they dropped to my ankles. I went to step out of them and almost fell on my ass, having completely forgotten about my shoes.
Luckily, Thurl’s reflexes were faster than gravity. His brows furrowed in concern before he smiled as I cracked up. Only I could turn a sexy moment into utter disaster. “Um, shoes. Gotta take my shoes off first.” I twisted and sat on the bed, still snickering as I undid the laces and kicked them and my pants off. When I stood up, his giant hand spanned my chest and pushed, sending me flat on my back.
For a second, my brain blanked. His bed was so soft, the blankets already singing their siren call, urging me to climb further in.
And then Thurl dragged my panties down my thighs, and his tongue speared between my folds. After that, all my thoughts were two boxes of Scrabble tiles gleefully thrown to the floor by a toddler. A split second of self-consciousness at being naked and splayed in front of him was drowned out as my entire body lit up like a runway.
He’d pushed his shoulders between my thighs, spreading me wide open, but then he placed my feet on his shoulders and ate my pussy like it was his job and he was up for a promotion. Jesus, I was going to make him the CEO. My thigh muscles clenched, and my back arched off the bed as he cosplay’d Blackbeard and plundered my treasure.
When he flicked his tongue inside me and his tiny front teeth rubbed across my clit, I came like a freight train. Literally. My thighs clickity-clacked like train wheels on a track and the noises I made may as well have been an air whistle. I warned the entire compound of my approach.
He continued to lick and nibble my thighs as I floated back to earth. Not many of the men I’d been with had gone down on me, and none of them had done it like that . They seemed to get bored long before I was near ready to orgasm and stuck it in to get themselves off.
I was still panting when I deemed my lungs well enough to speak. “You didn’t have to do that.”
My belly quivered as he nipped above my belly button.
“Yes, I did. Your scent was driving me mad. I had to taste you.” His hands skimmed up my sides, and then he loomed over me. “You’re delicious.”
I should probably be mortified, but my body punched my ticket, found my seat, and was ready for the ride.
“Are you okay?”
I sighed happily. “Never been more okay in my life.”
I felt the blunt tip of his penis push against my entrance and I sat straight up, pushed on his chest until he stepped back and gawked. “I’m, uh… not sure that thing is going to fit.”
His nose tipped down and then his whole body crouched as he inspected my vagina. Then, I was mortified.
“I might be slightly larger than the others…”
I squeaked and my face flamed. Were we really having this conversation?
“But Drym assures me a human female’s channel is flexible and that Kendal has no trouble taking him.”
I suppose we were.
He looked out the bedroom door before turning back to me. “I can call her if you’d like to talk with her about it.”
I flung my hand over my eyes. “No. No, I really don’t want to discuss your and Drym’s penises, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I guessed the ‘fangs were still learning about sarcasm. I reached out and touched him, feeling the stiff but flexible spikes between my fingers again. His eyes closed and he groaned. I felt a heady rush of power that I could affect him like that. This huge, deadly monster melted like fine chocolate under my touch. A new rush of desire flowed through me. “Just go really slow, okay?”
He bobbed his head fast enough to send his ears flopping. He crawled over me again, forcing me onto my back. His arms caged me in, his huge hands on either side of my head as his knee came between my legs, spreading me impossibly wide. “I would not be the cause of any pain, Jade. I will stop the instant I think you’re hurt.”
I decided explaining that a little pain would be okay since it adds to the pleasure wouldn’t be wise at the moment, so I just nodded.
And he pushed.
The wyrfangs didn’t have pupils, but I could always tell where his focus was somehow. The intense scrutiny I was under as he eased himself into me unlocked a new kink. My hands flew to his sides, fingers buried in his fur as my back arched, urging him closer.
Time was agonizing as he stopped after every inch, his gaze never leaving mine as he gauged my reactions. I moaned at the delicious scrape of those spikes against my walls and gasped when he hit my g-spot just right. I’d started thinking I didn’t have one. Nobody else had ever found it, including me. But the rush of heat, the clench of my muscles and my throbbing clit screamed yes! like we’d summited Everest.
He stopped and I whimpered. He must have thought it was in pain because he started to pull back out. I clamped my heels on his back and practically growled, “Do. Not. Stop.”
His answering growl vibrated my chest and lit every one of the ten thousand, two-hundred and eighty nerves in my clit into a raging inferno. I think my eyes rolled back in my head when he bottomed out. Something kind of hard, like a marble beneath his skin, hit my clit and I exploded. Choo Choo .
He still studied me when my vision cleared.
“Are you okay?”
“I think I finally understand why the French call it ‘the little death.’ I’ve died. This is heaven, and I’m never leaving.”
He chuckled and then we both groaned as he pulled partway out, causing a pussy aftershock to clamp down on him. He slid back in, and as he started getting into a rhythm, I would have sworn there was such a thing as too much pleasure. Too many orgasms were going to turn me blind or make a pumpkin grow in my stomach. Or was that a watermelon?
I sucked in a breath. “Stop, stop!”
“Have I hurt you?”
“No. We just forgot something very important. Can you get me pregnant? And what about diseases? I know I’m clean because I was practically a born-again virgin, but what about you?”
His answer rushed out as he pushed back inside. “Cavi doesn’t think we can get you pregnant, and I was engineered to be insusceptible to all disease. I cannot get sick, and you cannot get me sick.”
“Okay, good. That’s good.” His speed was increasing and my brain was ceasing to work. My body reduced to a single point, focused on what was happening in and around my pussy. Every time he pushed in, that hard marble—gods bless it, whatever it was—hit my clit and my g-spot was pulsing like his cock started a rave.
It didn’t take long before my back surged up in my fourth or fifth orgasm of the night. Who was counting? After that, his hips pistoned into me at warp speed, and either I had one two-minute orgasm or they ran together so close I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. His cum triggered the grand finale and, like the end of a fireworks show, it left me panting and exhausted.
I was going to be so sore the next day. That was a problem for future me. Present me was gathered in his arms as he rolled over, then positioned on his chest. I caught my breath as his silicone-covered claws gently ran up and down my back. I fell asleep with sticky thighs, too worn out to get up and take a shower.