Chapter 9
NINE
Penny
“Okay.” I fail to hide my cringe as soon as the response leaves my lips. It’s something you say when your friend asks if you want to go to brunch, then hit up TJ Maxx after. Not when the devastatingly gorgeous demon of your dreams asks if he can fuck you. It’s what he means, right?
“Okay?” Asher asks.
His movements are stilted, but it might be because of the two large membranous wings hanging behind him. I can’t believe I missed those. I’m usually not one to stare, I don’t want to objectify the poor man, but he is just as handsome shifted.
This is the first time I’ve been in the same room with a demon, and for some reason I thought he’d look a lot less human, but it makes sense. Asher did say they lost their true connection to dragons years ago.
With shifters, it’s another story entirely.
The complete history is murky and leans into the age-old ‘chicken or the egg’ question.
If shifters were an accident, no one wants to own up to it, and it’s not clear if our abilities come from survival or something deeper.
I just know I can shrink myself down into a rabbit and run off if I need to.
“I’m going to need a little more from you, baby.” He purrs.
I frown and shake my head, “No, baby doesn’t feel right.”
Asher laughs, the sound twisting through my insides and making me want to clench my thighs together.
“Okay, then, sweetheart.” He takes another step forward.
“Nope.”
“Little rabbit?”
I glare at him, and he tilts his head, his gold eyes roaming over my features, stopping at my lips.
“Princess?”
I swallow, my lips parting to suck in a breath.
Oh, I really like that. It makes me wonder whether the exchange between Han Solo and Princess Leia has forever altered my brain chemistry, or whether those years of being a middle child have me craving the treatment.
Probably something I should explore later, but not now.
I can’t get over the way he’s staring at me.
A low growl catches in his throat, his fingertips gliding across my jaw, his warm scaled palm pressing against my cheek as he tangles his fingers in my hair.
He’s softer than I had imagined. There is enough drag from the smooth texture, I can’t help but imagine grinding against him.
“We can pause the agreement for tonight.” I swallow, “While you help me through my heat.”
Asher nods, and his eyes flit to my lips, “I can do that.”
“No strings.” I add, “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” If you don’t want it to.
His eyes snap to mine, and a shadow passes behind them. “No strings,” he repeats.
“Good.” I swallow as he takes a step closer, erasing the remaining distance between us.
“Tell me what you want, Princess.” He says, guiding my gaze to his with a gentle tug of my hair, which sends a shock down my spine and makes me quiver.
“You.” I choke out, wetting my lips, “I need you.”
Asher leans down, his fingers tangling further into my hair as he presses his lips to my forehead. His cologne smells like smoke and spices mixed with the faintest hint of sweat. The delicious combo paired with my heightened senses makes me want to bite him, then ease the sting away with my tongue.
Our breaths echo between us, loud enough to drown out all of my thoughts. I can’t believe this is happening. I run my hands over his stomach and angle my chin in a silent prayer. Kiss me. Gods, kiss me or I might die.
His warm lips brush against my brow, hovering there to tease me from the puff of breath feathering against my skin. He then kisses the apple of my cheek, causing me to lean into him like I’m a flower turning towards the sun.
“Asher.”
“Hm?” He hums, finally kissing the corner of my lips.
I turn towards him and grab hold of his waist, my fingers digging into his shirt until I can feel his scales beneath.
He groans and gently tilts my head back, his tongue teasing my lips apart, exploring, teasing until it feels like he is trying to devour me. I want to let him. I want to feel the heat of his scales against my skin. I want him on my tongue.
Asher pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. “Are you going to let me taste your pretty pussy before I fuck you?”
I shudder, a downright needy whimper escapes my lips as the full force of his words surges through me.
“How do you know it’s pretty?” I shoot back, feeling a little bratty.
This man already knows how much I want him, and let’s face it. I am two seconds away from being putty in his relatively large hands. Gods, his hands.
“Princess, everything about you is pretty.” He smiles, kissing my jaw. “The way your cheeks go pink when you’re flustered. This little dip in your collarbone.” His breath is warm against my neck, his fingertips pulling the fabric away from my shoulder before kissing it. “These freckles.”
Slowly, he trails down to the front of my dress, pinching open the top button and caressing the soft swell of my breast. The moment his lips touch mine, his eyes flutter closed, and pull to expose a bit more skin, down to the edge of my white lace bra.
I really should have thought about my choices in underwear, but this was never in the realm of possibility.
Asher inhales and lets out a deep chuckle, moving his hand from my hair down to my soft waist and scooping me up into his arms. I can’t do much else but hold on, my fingertips grazing the edge of his wings.
“Careful, princess.” He purrs in my ear before laying me down on the couch, his eyes making a slow trail down my body.
“Sensitive?” I ask.
“Ticklish.”
He tenses his shoulders, and the large wings disappear in a shimmer of magic. The way his eyes drag down my body renders me speechless. Over a week ago, I thought he was dead set on avoiding me, but now? It looks like he needs me to live.
The couch groans as he climbs over me, his lips continuing their trail down the exposed skin of my breast.
My senses flare to life. Every touch, every kiss and every brush of his tongue is winding me tighter, and he hasn’t even gotten to my nipple yet. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Is this what has all the other rabbits losing their minds during their heat?
He pulls my bra down my breasts, cupping them in his warm, scaled hands. The way he looks down at them in reverence feels absolutely sinful. In his eyes, I am a deity, worthy of his worship.
One lick and my fingers thread through his golden brown hair and keep him there. “Yes.” I gasp out, answering a question I must’ve heard in my thoughts.
He doesn’t move except to press his knee between my thighs, it’s not enough friction, but it lingers there like a delicious threat, which has me squirming and writhing closer as he lavishes my breasts with so much attention, it has me shaking.
They’ve never been this sensitive before, it feels like I am experiencing this for the first time. All of my other partners pale compared to Asher.
I’m pretty sure I could come from this, but the sensations peak and twist me tighter and tighter until it hurts.
“Please.” I anchor myself against his thigh, grinding without hesitation. The flood of hormones makes me dizzy, the full force of my heat emboldening me, “Fuck, Asher, I need to feel you. I need more.”
He looks up, his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. It looks longer than usual. The thought of it has me clenching my thighs.
“As you wish, Princess.” He smiles, moving down my stomach and positioning himself between my legs.
Those slightly rough textured hands slide the edge of my dress up my thighs while his fingertips dip under the elastic of my panties, giving me a cool blast of air before he closes his mouth over the seam of my pussy.
The flood of heat between my legs has me tensing, my fingers digging into his golden brown locks.
I force him between my legs, my greediness eliciting a growl from his lips as he laps at my cunt.
His tongue swirls around my clit in lazy circles, it’s enough to wind me up but not enough to give me release.
“You taste better than I imagined.“ Asher hums against my thigh.
The tip of his tongue teases against my lips. I have never been this sensitive. My body is a live wire.
When I think I can’t take any more, he runs his tongue along my entrance before sinking deeper than I thought possible.
His hands grip the sides of my hips, squeezing and pulling me closer as he fucks me with his tongue. New sensations blossoming with every twist and flick of the tip, hitting spots I never knew existed.
I chant out his name in worship.
“Yes, I can feel it,” he says against my clit, “give it to me. Soak my face. I wanna taste every drop.”
My hands tangle in his hair, fingertips grazing the edge of his horns, causing him to growl and buck against the couch.
The vibration sends me over the edge, my body thrumming as my orgasm tears through me. Wave after wave, until I’m caught in the aftershocks, spasming each time he moves his tongue.
“Sensitive.” I squeak out as the laps become sharper, a little too much. “Hold on.”
Asher makes a noise, reluctant to stop but slows his rhythm and looks up at me with those golden eyes with a grin on his face.
Then my body tenses, the ache in my core deepening, begging to be filled.
“What is it?” He asks.
“It’s not enough. I need you inside me.”
He stares at me, his gold eyes shining with something. “Lie back and let me take care of you.”