Chapter 28 Danni
DANNI
My heart was racing, a frantic, wild drumbeat against my ribs.
Not from fear—not anymore. That old, cold companion had been burned away by a fire of a different kind.
This was something deeper—something primal.
Anticipation filled me—a kind of breathless need I hadn’t felt in years.
Maybe ever. It was a hunger—a deep, empty ache between my thighs that only my monster could fill.
I lay in the warm, possessive circle of Shadow’s arms, my naked body pressed flush to his, my cheek against the velvet-soft fur of his chest. Every rise and fall of his breathing caused his warmth to caress my skin.
His steady heartbeat thudded against my ear—a rhythm that promised possession… protection…pleasure.
I was safe.
I was wanted.
And I was so incredibly ready.
At least, I wanted to be ready. Nervous butterflies were doing frantic somersaults low in my belly, a fluttering reminder that this was new, uncharted territory.
Craig had never wanted to go down on me.
He’d said it was messy and undignified. He also said it didn’t do much for him and that I was better off getting a toy if I needed that kind of stimulation.
His voice, when he said it, had been laced with a subtle disdain that had made me feel embarrassed and ashamed for ever wanting such a thing.
But Shadow wasn’t Craig—not by a long shot. My monster looked at me like I was a banquet, and he was someone who had been starving for a thousand years. I knew that he truly wanted to do this…which gave me the courage to let him try.
He kissed my forehead and then my temple, his lips impossibly warm and soft.
I tilted my face up, a silent offering, and he captured my mouth in a deep, slow, devouring kiss that left me shivering and weak.
His tongue stroked mine, unhurried and deeply sensual—a preview of things to come—while his big, furred hands began a slow, deliberate slide down my body.
Gods, those hands—so strong and wide, covered in that silky dark fur.
They slid over the curve of my back…caressed the dip of my waist…
cupped the full, round curves of my ass, squeezing possessively, all while holding me like I was the most precious, breakable thing in the world.
The contradiction was dizzying…and intoxicating.
“I want to taste you now,” he rumbled against my mouth, his voice a low, gravelly growl of pure desire. “I want to bury my face in your sweet little pussy and drink you down until you scream. Please let me.”
I nodded, already breathless and slick for him, but he didn’t move to take what he wanted—not yet. My monster was drawing this out—making me ache for him.
Instead, he rolled me gently beneath him, his immense weight a delicious, crushing comfort.
He kissed his way down my throat, over my collarbones, and finally to my breasts.
He nuzzled one and then the other, his hot breath a promise, before he sucked softly, his mouth warm and wet and perfect as he teased my nipples into hard, aching peaks.
The careful, deliberate scrape of his fangs made me gasp and arch off the bed, a bolt of pure, sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to my pussy.
“Shadow!” A deep shudder worked its way down my spine as I moaned his name. God, yes, I needed this. I need his mouth on me everywhere.
He kissed a slow, torturous trail down the soft planes of my belly, all the way to my navel, his tongue dipping inside, then lower to find my neatly trimmed patch of curls.
When he reached my knees, he coaxed me toward the edge of the bed, his hands guiding my lower legs to hang down as he dropped to his knees between them.
The sight of him there—this eight-foot-tall monster of muscle and power, kneeling for me, his glowing, golden eyes fixed on my most intimate place—was enough to make my thighs tremble with desire.
“Good girl,” he praised me hoarsely. “Just open yourself for me, little witch. Open yourself and let me in.”
He pressed his face to the inside of my left thigh and inhaled deeply, a long, shuddering breath of air, as though my scent was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever known. When he looked up for a moment, his golden eyes were half-lidded with pure lust.
“You smell like heat and honey and need, little witch,” he growled, dragging his rough cheek slowly along my sensitive skin. “So sweet I can hardly stand it. My cock is so hard for you right now, it’s fucking painful.”
He did the same to the other thigh, rubbing his face against me like a cat marking its territory. Then he licked me. Just the outside of my cleft at first—slow and deliberate. The broad stroke of his warm, wet tongue made my hips jerk off the bed.
“Shadow!” My breath hitched in my chest—a sharp, needy sound as I fisted my hands in the sheets.
My monster didn’t rush. He just kept nuzzling and licking my outer pussy lips, soft and agonizingly slow, like he was savoring the buildup…tasting the anticipation on my skin.
Oh God, he’s teasing me on purpose!
I moaned softly and writhed on the bed. I was soaked—I could feel my own slickness, could hear the wet sound of his tongue against my flesh. Every lazy, maddening lick had me climbing higher, my body coiling tighter and he hadn’t even opened me yet. I wished he would!
As though hearing my wish, my monster looked up at me, his eyes glowing like molten gold in the darkness.
“Are you ready to let me in, little witch? Ready to let me feast on this pretty pussy?” He growled softly.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice nearly unrecognizable it was so ragged with need. “God, yes, Shadow. Please, I need… I need you to taste me. I need your tongue inside me!”
He growled, a low, predatory sound of pure approval.
“Good girl. I’m going to spread you open now.”
Finally, finally he parted my slick, swollen outer lips with those big, capable hands, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze. Then he started to lick me for real.
This time it wasn’t just teasing. He was tasting me—devouring me.
His tongue made long, slow, languorous licks from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit, like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted—like he had all night to savor me.
He groaned into my flesh with every stroke, the vibration echoing through my very core, as if my flavor was an addiction he could never get enough of.
“So good,” he rumbled between licks. “Your taste… gods, Danni, I could live between your thighs. I’ll never get enough of your sweet honey.”
My legs were hooked over his massive shoulders now, and the feel of his soft fur brushing my inner thighs was an exquisite contrast to the relentless, wet heat of his mouth as he licked me.
I was already moaning—a continuous, broken stream of sound, my hips beginning to move in a helpless, shallow rhythm against his face.
But then I felt something else, another layer of sensation that pushed me even closer to the edge…
His tail.
The silky, prehensile length of it curled from behind him and traced a slow, deliberate path up my side.
Then it coiled possessively over my chest, the clever, tapered tip finding one of my nipples—brushing, then circling, then tugging with a perfect, rhythmic pressure while his mouth stayed locked on my center.
The dual assault was unbearably good. I found my hips were bucking again and I was losing control.
“Shadow…oh my God,” I gasped, my hands flying down from the sheets to grip his thick, ridged horns. I needed to anchor myself to something—needed to hold onto him as he unraveled me.
Panting and gasping, I pulled on them, hard—a silent plea for more—for everything.
He groaned again, a deep, approving sound that vibrated directly into my clit, and his tongue changed its pattern. It abandoned the broad, lapping strokes and became a weapon of precise, devastating pleasure.
He focused on my clit, flicking it with wicked, rapid precision before sliding lower to thrust his thick tongue inside me. Soon I realized he was fucking me with it—mimicking the act I suddenly, desperately needed him to complete.
“Oh…oh, please!” I begged brokenly, tugging on his horns as I ground my pussy shamelessly against his face. “Oh please, Shadow, I need…need to come!”
“That’s it, little witch,” he growled, pulling back for a moment, his voice a husky rasp. His breath was hot against my wet, exposed flesh. “Grind that pretty cunt on my face. Show me how much you need it. I want to feel you come all over my tongue. I want to swallow every last drop.”
His dirty words shattered the last of my inhibitions. I felt mindless—a creature of pure sensation. My back arched off the bed, my fingers tightening on his horns again as I rode his face in earnest, my movements becoming frantic… desperate.
“Yes… right there, don’t stop, please, Shadow, don’t stop!” I begged, my voice a sobbing plea.
He obeyed, his mouth sealing over my clit, sucking hard and rhythmically while his tongue continued its relentless, fluttering assault.
His tail tightened over my breast, the tip pinching and rolling my nipple, sending jagged bolts of lightning straight to the core of the pleasure coiling deep in my belly.
The knot inside me was so tight, so intense—a tidal wave of sensation was building with every lick, every suck, every hot, dirty, growled word of encouragement.
“You’re so close, I can feel it,” he murmured, his lips moving against my sensitive flesh. “Your whole beautiful body is trembling for me. Let it go, Danni. Come for me. Scream my name and come all over my face.”
It was the command I needed—the permission my body was begging for.
The coil inside me snapped and pleasure didn’t just wash over me—it detonated like a bomb. A raw, blinding, white-hot wave of ecstasy slammed into me, so intense and all-consuming that a guttural scream was torn from my throat.
“Shadow!”
For a moment, my vision grayed out. My hips bucked wildly, uncontrollably, against his mouth as the orgasm ripped through me, pleasure wracking my body.
I felt my inner muscles clench around nothing, desperate to be filled, even as the shocks of pleasure radiated out from my pussy to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
Shadow held me through it, his mouth gentle now, lapping tenderly, prolonging the exquisite torture until I was nearly sobbing with the intense sensations.
He didn’t stop until the very last tremor had subsided…until I lay boneless and panting against the mattress, my grip on his horns having gone slack at last. Had I thought the orgasm he gave me last night was good? Well, it was nothing to what he’d just done to me with his mouth.
“God…” I panted, finding my words at last. “You…you’re really good at that!”
He finally lifted his head, his mouth glistening with my juices, his eyes burning with a fierce, possessive pride.
“I’m glad you liked it, little witch. Because I loved tasting you—I’m going to want to do it again and again.”
He crawled up my body, his weight a comforting blanket, and kissed me deeply, letting me taste my own secret flavor on his tongue.
I kissed him back eagerly, wondering why I tasted so good on his mouth.
But it didn’t matter why—what mattered was being with my monster, here and now, wrapped in his arms.
I collapsed against him, a limp, satisfied mess, and I didn’t even try to stop the slow, dazed, blissful smile that spread across my face.
No one has ever made me feel like this before. No one has ever wanted me, all of me, like this.
Shadow made me feel beautiful…perfect…wanted.
And I never wanted the feeling to end.