14
Larz
The length of my tail curled around us, lying heavy against the wet tile. The scorching water spilling from the showerhead loosened my tight muscles as Ilona ran her hands over my skin. Steam curled around her, making her look like an angel stepping out of the clouds. She was, she was my angel.
Her touch felt like heaven, bringing me down as I stood open and vulnerable with my claws loose at my side, letting her explore my true form. She was gentle, thorough, taking special time and care with every inch of my body she discovered.
I couldn’t believe how close we’d gotten so quickly.
I knew a huge part of it was the mate bond, but there was more.
She was so open to everything I’d shown her, even if some of it was an accident.
She was so willing to be there for me. To care for me.
To kill for me. Her open mind and heart were like an inviting magnet, pulling me in deeper with every second I spent with her.
“You’re beautiful.” I detected nothing but truth in her voice, and it twisted up all the strings in my heart, tugging me closer to her.
“I’m a monster,” I shook my head lightly, “at least to your kind.”
She chuckled, “I’ve long since stopped considering myself a part of that kind.”
“Maybe you weren’t meant to be.” I stroked her cheek with my thumb as she looked up at me. Water droplets sat on her long lashes, partially obstructing my view of her big, deep brown eyes.
“You know, I’ve always felt like that.” A small smile tugged at her lips. Her eyes glazed over with a sheen of nostalgia, like she was living inside a memory.
“Tell me,” I whispered against her forehead, gently trying to pull her back into the moment, “let me see a piece of you, too.”
She turned her head away, grabbing a fresh washcloth and soap from the shelf built into the wall.
“Let’s get cleaned up first? Our food should be here soon anyway.”
We washed each other with intention and care. Blood, dirt, and all the walls I’d built up over a hundred years circled down the drain. Ilona was tearing down my barriers and discovering the lost pieces of my heart with every smile, every accepting glance and every soft brush of her fingertips.
I rubbed my fingers over her scalp, washing the conditioner from her hair. Ilona leaned her forehead against my chest, and when I was finished, she ghosted light kisses between my breasts.
She didn’t stop there; she trailed down, covering every inch of skin, tracing every tattoo across my hips with her tongue. Every place her lips touched seared her invisible mark into me.
Her knees hit the tiled floor with a light splash. She sat perfectly between my legs with my tail curled behind her. Her needy eyes met mine with question as she cupped my ass. All I could do was nod. The rest of my body was almost frozen, with only a slight tremble of my muscles beneath my skin.
“Are you sure?” I forced the words out through my needy panting. “It’s been a hard night.”
“I want to forget, just for a little while.”
Her hands lowered to grasp my thighs, gently pulling until I side-stepped, just enough to give her head space to move forward.
She kissed the neat, black curls between my legs, moving dangerously close to where I throbbed to feel her. With every breath that tickled across my clit, I was closer and closer to losing control.
The monster inside of me wanted to grab her by her hair and force her mouth on me, taking all of the control.
But the human in me, the one whose feelings for Ilona were growing stronger by the second, wanted to take my time and let her have this moment.
She wasn’t just letting the monster in; she was embracing it.
It would be so much easier if I could just shift into my human form. It would ease the ache thumping at the tip of my tail, where the venom swirled in my stinger. But she wanted me like this. She needed me like this. And I needed her to know she could trust me in this and every form.
So I held back. I pushed away the thought of how easy it would be. Just one, simple flick of my stinger and it would be embedded in her neck, making her completely mine. Transforming her into a creature the same as me.
When her warm, wet tongue dragged over my hard clit, it was easy for those urges to melt away.
They were replaced by the all-consuming need to come in her pretty mouth.
She knew it, too. I could tell by the way she kept her eyes locked on me as she continued to drag the entire length of her tongue across me. Agonizingly slowly.
“Don’t tease me, little stinger.” I tried to sound stern, but I was melting for her.
She stopped and pulled away, my sensitive nerves immediately mourning her warmth. She stuck out a lip, pouting gorgeously below me. “What, you don’t like it?”
“I love it. It’s just extremely hard for me not to grab your neck, fuck your face, and watch my come stream down those pretty lips.”
The hitch of her breath told me that her perfect pussy clenched between her legs. Maybe she liked being told what to do.
“You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you, Ilona?” Her eyes lit up, bobbing her head like she was starving to be told how amazing she was. How good. How perfect. “That’s my girl. Tongue out.”
She obeyed without hesitation, tipping her head back and laying her shining, pink tongue across her chin. I smoothed my fingers between my legs, gathering up my arousal before spreading it across her tongue and lips.
“You like the way I taste, baby?” She licked her lips, savoring every drop I gave her as she bobbed her head again. “You want some more?”
She whimpered in response. She was so beautiful with her curls soaked and stuck to the sides of her face, her skin glistening under the dim restroom lights. Her eyes were full of a dangerous desire, begging to submit to me. Begging to be claimed.
I spread more over her tongue, admiring the way she cherished it.
“Needy girl,” I grinned down at her, taking her chin between my fingers. “You’re going to stop teasing and lick this cunt like you want to make it yours, and I’ll give you all you want. Do you understand?”
“Yes, daddy, I understand.”
Fuck, how did she know I would like that?
Before I could respond, she sucked my clit into her mouth. My head swam, wobbling me off balance for a moment as she drained my soul through my cunt.
She hummed lowly in satisfaction as she worked, the vibration felt amazing against my sensitive nerves. I laced my fingers in her hair, tugging her roughly against me as I bucked my hips, chasing all the friction I could get.
“You’re doing so well, baby. Keep going, just like that.”
Too many feelings were thrashing around inside me as my climax built. I tried to focus on too many things at once: the way her lips looked puckered around my clit, the sprouting warmth in my chest, and the overpowering tautness of my tail, rising and ready to strike.
I couldn’t think straight. I knew I needed to calm down, but it was almost impossible. Especially when Ilona slipped two fingers inside of me, stretching me around her. For a split second, I decided I didn’t care. She was mine either way. What did it matter if I stung her now or later?
I was teetering on the edge. The need to claim her and the need to keep her safe were at war. Fighting my primal nature was exhausting, but not impossible. She was too important to me.
Gritting my teeth, trying to hold off my orgasm just a second longer, I shifted back into my human form. The second my tail disappeared and Ilona was safe, I came apart, spilling come all over her cheeks, tongue, and chin.
“Fuck, Ilona,” I thrusted into her face a few more times before sagging back onto the shower wall, “my perfect girl. So pretty covered in my come.”
I cupped her chin, pulling her up to her feet. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and bit down, pulling a delicious whimper from her. I may have resisted claiming her this time, but the feeling lingered. Possessiveness burned all over my skin.
“You belong to me. I’ll have nothing less than all of you.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice breathy and low. “I don’t want anyone else.”