Aaron
“W
e are in a magical dome, baby,” I murmur. “No one can hear, or smell us in here.”
“Do you know how annoying it is,” I murmur, dipping my face into the side of her neck and inhaling right above the claim mark, “that every shifter in this building can scent what I can’t.
They know when I think about you. I can’t hide it.
I can’t even lie about it. Seth told me to get my fucking lust under control because he was tired of smelling it. ”
“And I can’t scent you back.” I pull away enough to look at her, my voice rough. “I can’t tell if you’re as bad off as I am. I’ve been in here pacing like a goddamn fool.”
Her pupils are blown wide and her lips are parted. Her tail has come up and is brushing slow against the side of my thigh.
I kiss her. My mouth opens over hers hungry. Her hands fist in the front of my shirt. She makes a sound into my mouth that is one hundred percent lioness. My other hand finds her breast through the dress, and I squeeze. She whimpers into my mouth.
I pull back just enough to breathe against her lips. “I’m craving you like a mad man, Mara. I can’t turn it off, I don’t know what’s happening—“
“Aaron, I think I have an idea why—“
Her tail slides around my hip and brushes against the front of my pants. I hiss and my hand comes down and slaps her tail away hard enough that the tassel snaps against my thigh as it goes. Her tail stiffens, shocked, and backs off an inch.
“Aaron—“ she says, chiding.
“I’ll be sweet to her later.” I’m already unbuttoning my pants. “I need inside you now.”
“Aaron—“
I shove my pants down enough to get myself free. My dick is already hard enough to hurt. I stroke it slow, and she watches me do it with her mouth open. Her eyes go half-lidded. Her tail is back against my thigh again and I don’t push it away this time.
I hook my hand under her knee and kick her legs apart.
She helps, balancing, lifting her hip. I shove the hem of her dress up her thighs, find her panties already damp through the cotton, and drag them down her legs.
She steps out of one side, then the other, and the panties fall somewhere between our feet.
I’m not picking them up. They can stay where they landed. I’d burn them.
I drag the head of my dick through her slit, slow, from her entrance up to her clit and back down.
“Aaron—“
She’s so fucking wet it coats me on one pass. My brain whites out. I do it again, up and down, smearing her all over me, getting my dick good and messy with her, and the next pass I slide the head just inside her entrance and pull right back out.
She whimpers. Her tail is around my waist, her hands are gripping my shoulders so hard I feel her claws. My knees lock.
I grab her by the underside of her ass and lift, dig my fingers in hard enough she gasps, and her legs wrap around me automatically, ankles locking at the small of my back. I line my dick up. She shifts her hips a fraction to meet me and I drive up into her in one long push.
She cries out and I catch the sound with my mouth, swallow it.
The first stroke is halfway in, the second is to the hilt, the third drags a grunt out of me so loud it echoes inside the dome of my magic.
She is taking it. Her nails in my shoulders, her thighs shaking around my hips, her cheek pressed into mine, her breath hot and fast at my ear.
“Jesus—fuck—Mara.” I pull back and drive again, harder.
She whimpers, and it nearly finishes me right there. I lock my hips and just hold, buried in her to the hilt, her walls already fluttering around me.
I brace one hand on the door beside her head and fuck up into her hard, grinding against her clit every stroke, the cheap wood creaking under our weight, the dome of magic humming. Her dress is bunched at her waist.
“I want to live in this pussy.” It falls out of my mouth before I’ve thought it. “I want to live in here, Mara. I want to sleep in it. Want to fucking move in, set up a goddamn couch. I want to wake up with my face in it—“
She makes a sound into my shoulder I’ve never heard before. A desperate little broken thing. Her tail tightens around me. She’s not talking. She’s climbing, the soft wet pull of her walls starting to stutter around my dick.
She breaks. Her whole body arches against the door and she comes with a low oh that cracks at the end, her pussy locking down on me.
Her claws go through my shirt and into my back, and that’s it for me.
The finish hits me out of nowhere. My balls are already pulling up.
Her tail squeezes on my waist, the tassel strokes my face, and I’m—
“Fuck—“ I grind out. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna—“
I pull out.
I let her down with one arm, catch myself with the other against the door, and turn my hip away from her.
My free hand flicks up and a folded cloth appears in my palm in a shimmer of blue-gold light.
I fist it around my dick once and come into it, hard, my forehead pressed to the wood beside her head, my eyes screwed shut, my whole body wracking through three deep pulses that would have ended inside her if I hadn’t—
I’m coming down. My magic is winding the cloth up and sending it somewhere. I teleported it, I think, before I even thought about it, the spell was muscle memory. And I’m breathing hard against the door. Then her fists hit my chest and everything stops.
“Aaron—“ She pounds against my chest again. “What, why did you, what did you just—“
I blink. She’s furious, and her tail is lashing behind her, slapping against the door.
“Huh?” I manage, still coming down, my brain still offline. “Baby, what did I, what did I do—“
“Why did you pull out.”
I blink at her, still fuzzy at the edges. “I, baby, I wasn’t, I didn’t want to make a mess of you, I wasn’t thinking—“
Her face crumples. Her lips tremble, her eyes fill so fast they brim over the bottom lid. She fixes her dress fast, bends down and grabs her panties, steps back into them and pulls them up her hips. Then she turns her back to me. Her hand goes to the doorknob.
The door is locked. She pulls at it, frustrated.
“Wait, Mara, wait—” My hands come up and I’m tucking myself back into my pants one-handed. “Wait, what did I do, what, baby, talk to me—”
She gets the door unlocked. My own magic peels back from the doorframe. She yanks the door open and she runs.
She runs out of the janitor’s closet and down the hall, and I can hear her crying.
I stand there with my pants half-buttoned.
The smell of her all over me. The taste of her still in my mouth.
My pulse banging in my throat. I cannot understand what I have done wrong.
I snap my fingers and kill the quieting spell.
The bulb is flickering again. Then my brain catches up and I think: she wanted me to finish inside her.
I yank my pants up the rest of the way, burst out of the closet into the hall, and she’s already gone, down the corridor.
I can hear the sob at the end of her run.
I don’t think. I just throw my hand out and pull a portal open right at her feet—blue-gold light, wide and fast and clumsy because I’m panicking.
Her foot comes down through it in the visible slice, and she falls through with a shocked yelp.
I break into a run and leap into the portal, stepping sideways through the air from the end of the main corridor into the front room of our suite. The handful of students gawking at me in the hall get a glimpse of our kitchen.
“Nothing to see here.” I wave a hand at the closing portal. “Move along.”
I turn. Mara is on her feet in the middle of our living room, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She sees me and her eyes flash furious.
“What are you doing—“
“Mara—“ I step forward with both hands up.
“I wanted to go for a walk, Aaron—“ She’s already moving past me.
“Mara, stop.” I catch her elbow and she yanks it away. “I have to know if I hurt you—“
“No.” She tries to walk past me for the door anyway.
I throw a hand out and the door flashes blue-gold and locks. When she turns back her tail is up, her hiss comes at me full-throat, and furious.
“Open. The. Door.”
“Baby, let me—“
I step closer and reach for her, try to cup her face. Her tail cracks across my cheek on the left, then on the right, both sides of my face, clean, stinging.
“Ah—damn—okay—Mara, okay, what the hell did I do—“
“You don’t want to have a cub with me.”
The room stops. “What?” My voice is very quiet.
“You don’t want to have a cub with me.” Her voice breaks halfway through and she’s crying again, the tears spilling down now, her lip trembling.
The bill I’ve been waiting on has just come due. It’s so much bigger I can’t even see the edges of it.
“No—no, baby, no—“ I reach for her again and she’s backing away, her shoulder hitting the door behind her, her tail still lashing. “Baby, no, that is not, that’s not what happened—“
“Take the spell off the door, Aaron. I want to get out of here.” Her voice is flat.
“I want cubs with you, Mara.” I yell.
“Aaron, please—“ She turns her face away.
“I do.” I step closer. “Baby, I do.”
She’s shaking her head, her hand pressed flat against her own chest. “I just need some air—“
I catch her around the waist and pull her into me. She fights me, then just collapses.
“I’m sorry,” I say into her hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” Her tail has stopped lashing. “Shh. Shh. Mara. Baby. Calm down. Calm down.”
I ease her back just enough to find her neck, and I drop my mouth to her claim mark and press a kiss against the scar there. She folds against me, her whole body giving up at once.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to our bed. I lay her down on the blanket gentle as I can manage, press another kiss to her forehead, and cross the suite to pull a clean glass pitcher out of the cabinet. I fill it at the tap with cold water and carry it back.