CHAPTER NINETEEN
Kayla
The most amazing orgasm to ever orgasm shakes my body as I grind down on Shadow’s face, his clever tongue fluttering over my pulsing clit. I scream, head tipped back, toes curling.
He groans, deep and feral, and bucks below me.
Oh, my god. Did he just come from eating me out?
All coherent thought disappears as shivers of desire radiate from my clit to tear through me, sending my orgasm rocketing back to dizzying heights.
It goes on and on, the pleasure so intense I can’t catch my breath.
I slump forward, head resting on the headboard, unable to stay fully upright even as my body continues to ride his face.
The press of his fangs, the flick of his tongue, the way he twists his fingers inside me just right.
I must black out, because the next thing I know, I’m lying on my side cradled in Shadow’s arms.
“Hello, beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my nose, my forehead, my cheek. “You’ve now officially climaxed with another person without a toy. How do you feel?”
I open my mouth but don’t know what to say.
I’m dizzy in the very best of ways. The werepanther’s turned my entire world upside down.
All the derision Bradley had for my vibrator dissolves under the heat of Shadow’s smile.
I was never broken. Bradley was an asshat, who never bothered to learn what would give me pleasure.
But Shadow…
A delighted shiver travels up my spine as I remember him growling at me to ride his face, to take exactly what I wanted.
“I feel good.” The words are simple but true. I stretch, enjoying the satisfying ache of my thighs, my body more relaxed than it’s ever been. “Really, really good.”
He smiles, and there’s a hint of his usual smug smirk in it, but there’s also a warmth in his eyes that takes my breath away.
“You came, too,” I whisper, staring at the wet spot darkening the front of his pants. “Or did I imagine it?”
“I came.”
“But how? I didn’t do anything.”
“Kayla.” Shadow tilts my chin upward until I meet his eyes. “You just made one of my dearest fantasies come true.”
I freeze. Shadow—gorgeous, sexy as hell Shadow—has dreamed about me riding his face.
I shake off my daze to say, “I want to do something for you, too.”
“Something?” he teases.
“You know.” I wave a hand, cheeks turning red. God, why is this so hard? I’m take-charge in other areas of my life, but sex has always been difficult. “Sex stuff.”
“Say it, my dirty girl,” he growls into my ear. “Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”
“I wanna see your dick,” I say, as if I really am this Kayla he sees, this dirty girl who’s not afraid to ask for what she wants.
“Is that all?”
“I wanna touch it. I wanna kiss it.” I’ve never said anything like this in my life, but his reaction is everything I could ever dream of.
“You’re so damned sexy,” he groans and drags his thumb across my lower lip. Then he cups his noticeable bulge. “Look what you do to me.”
Note to self: werepanther refractory time equals one minute.
As if they have minds of their own, my hands stroke the muscles of his chest, then lower. He’s so hard everywhere, so perfectly defined I can feel every single section of his six-pack.
Shadow growls when my fingers drift to the button of his leather pants. Then his hands cover mine. “Wait. You need to know my seed has an aphrodisiac effect.”
“Horny juice?” My eyes go wide as I clap a hand over my mouth. One of the orc books we read for book club had horny juice. It always seemed like a great idea. Men get to have their little purple pills. Why shouldn’t women enjoy the same?
“Yes, horny juice.” He laughs, his eyes shining with mischief. This is another first: a guy confident enough to have fun in bed. It relaxes me and makes everything even sexier.
“That’s what I call a feature, not a bug.” I unbutton his pants, but the damned things are so tight I can’t get them off. I tug on a belt loop. “Little help here?”
The werepanther grins and slides from the bed to strip the pants from his legs in one graceful movement. When he straightens, his dick juts forward, hard and huge and perfectly shaped, the head flaring.
I imagined him like this so many times when he stood shirtless in the backyard, imagined casting a Dissolving Spell on his jeans, so he’d be naked, wondering if he had a cock good enough to back up how cocky he is.
Dammit, he does. Or maybe I should say yay? Whichever, I’m one lucky bitch. My thighs clench as my girl parts cheer. Is that monster even going to fit? Time to pull out the bigger toys and my Rosie the Riveter tee that says: We can do it!
But not today, with Victoria’s marriage contract hanging over us. Still, that leaves a lot of fun possibilities, as Shadow’s already shown.
I scoot to sit on the edge of the bed, putting that gorgeous dick at exactly the right height.
Reaching around, I squeeze his ass, and it’s as firm as it always looks in those tight jeans of his.
I continue my exploration, running my hands over his muscular thighs, enjoying the feel of the springy hair against my palms.
Shadow’s dick bobs with every touch, and creamy liquid leaks from the tip. “Kayla.” His voice is a rough rasp. “You’re killing me here.”
“I’m learning what you like. Every good gamer knows you have to explore at first if you want to win.” I grin up at him, his obvious arousal helping my confidence. “You do want to win, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I tease my fingertips up his length for a few strokes, and the muscles of his legs tremble as he strains to hold himself still. My thighs clench. He wants me so much I almost can’t believe it. It’s the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life.
Leaning forward, I flick my tongue over his head.
Shadow sucks in a loud breath, a low growl purring from him. He fists a hand in my hair, but I don’t need much encouragement.
A rich earthiness balances the sweet cream of his fluid, almost like chocolate. The aphrodisiac spirals through me in a rush of sizzling desire, tightening my nipples and making my clit throb. I’ve already come more than I ever thought possible in one day, but I’m aching and ready for more.
I swallow as much of him as I can, filling my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. One hand wraps the base of his dick, while the other cups his balls.
“Kayla!” He says my name like a prayer, his hips shooting forward.
I gag a little and swallow, my throat muscles working around him as he whispers a constant stream of filthy praise.
“Look at you, you dirty girl. Sucking on my cock. Fuck. You’re a goddess!’
My head bobs as I work him with both hands. This is one thing I’ve always been fairly good at, since I have a big mouth and not much of a gag reflex, but Shadow acts like this is the best blow job in the history of blow jobs.
It makes me so hot I can’t stop squirming, rubbing my thighs together, whining around his dick as I swallow even more of his aphrodisiac precum.
“So hot, so good, my dirty girl.” His hand tightens in my hair, his hips rocking forward. “Sucking me like you can’t get enough. Letting me fuck your face. Loving it.”
I should have known a guy as talkative as him would be good at dirty talk, but damn if Shadow doesn’t take it to the boss level.
“You’re so gorgeous.” His fingers tease around my mouth, feeling the way my lips are stretched tight by the size of his dick. He lets out another groan. “Kayla, I’m going to come inside that sweet mouth of yours. Going to fill you full of my seed, dirty girl.”
I lunge forward, taking him deep, my cheeks hollowing as I suck harder.
“Kayla!” Shadow’s hips snap forward as he roars, and that sweet, chocolaty fluid floods my mouth, pouring out the sides.
My body burns as I swallow more and more of his come, as it splashes my chest and belly and thighs.
When Shadow’s dick pops out of my mouth, I’m whining, a high keen of need.
“Oh, my beauty,” he husks. “Let’s take care of you.”
As he pushes me back onto the bed, my hands scrabble at his shoulders, my legs moving restlessly against the mattress like I’m trying to run even while lying down.
Shadow buries three fingers inside me, and it’s flipping exquisite. But it’s not enough.
“More,” I pant. “I need more.”
A familiar hum flicks to life, and he presses the tip of the vibrator to my clit, not even bothering with the smaller rabbit ears.
Then he twists his fingers just so, finding the G-spot I never knew I had before today, and rubbing, rubbing, rubbing until my brain dribbles out my ears and I scream, shaking through another orgasm.
I come out of my daze once again held by Shadow. We’re on our sides, facing each other, with my head pillowed on his biceps and our legs entangled. His hand cups the swell of my hip, his fingers splayed wide.
“You weren’t kidding about the aphrodisiac,” I croak.
“I think you removed my soul using only the suction of your mouth.” He tugs on my lower lip with his thumb. “Goddess, that was more amazing than I ever imagined.”
“Wait. What?” I press a palm to his chest and crane my neck to see him better. “That was your first blow job.”
“Yes.”
My mouth drops open. I’m totally flipping speechless. A guy who looks like him and oozes sex appeal? There’s no way no one’s never dropped to their knees for him before.
My expression must tell him something of what I’m thinking, because he shrugs and says, “I was a panther until only a couple of years ago, remember?”
“But… but…”
“My first months able to shift were spent fighting to free Faerie from the Dark God. It made a lot more sense to be a panther or werepanther.”
“But you came to Earth over a year ago,” I say. “Hasn’t there been anyone?”
“There’s been you.” He brushes my hair back and cups my cheek. “From the moment I saw you, there couldn’t been anyone else.”
The watching me constantly in town, the popping up everywhere I went, even running off the other potential roommates so I had to take him in. A part of me still worries this is all a game for him, that he keeps chasing me because I’m not easy, because I didn’t immediately give in.
But he’s been with no one?
I don’t know how to respond to his words or to the warmth filling his gorgeous green eyes, so I do the only thing I can think of and kiss him.
I kiss him and tell all of my worries to wait for tomorrow.