Chapter 9
Nine
Knox
I stare in her window as she pulls the duvet further up and tucks it under her chin. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps, but the best part is that I can join her and meet up with her in the dreamscape once she’s good and out.
It’s still wild to me that it’s even possible. I’ve heard of sets of shifters meeting there, but I had no idea it was possible between a shifter-human couple. Bailey’s a natural at navigating it, too. I’ve been helping her change our placement or what we’re doing, and she’s gotten the hang of it.
I curl up on the deck, letting myself drift off into a deep sleep until the world twists and turns and the dreamscape slowly starts forming in front of my eyes.
I watch as the empty white space of my mind is quickly replaced by flowing red drapes, a patterned armchair, a plush-looking king-size bed, and an old-school clawfoot tub surrounded by tile in an otherwise carpeted room. Other details form, and I’m left spinning around in awe, genuinely impressed that Bailey built all this just with her imagination.
“Hello, handsome,” a voice comes from behind me—her voice.
The room has transformed into a luxury hotel room. A bucket full of ice with an expensive bottle of champagne is atop the dresser. Rose petals suddenly litter the floor, and Bailey stands there wearing a slinky black dress with a grin on her face. “May I?” I ask, reaching towards her. She enthusiastically nods.
I let my fingers trace down the silky sheen of the satin fabric. I use a light touch to caress the bare skin of a shoulder, down her arm, and across her stomach. Every bit of her feels fantastic, and I don’t protest when she presses her body up against mine and kisses me hard.
I let my hands get lost in her hair as we make out, the two of us kissing like high schoolers in a frenzy. I can hardly help myself when my hands fall to the hem of her dress and lift it slowly, teasing the bare skin of her legs with the slightest touch. A soft moan from her reverberates through our kiss, the front of my pants tightening as I grow hard with need.
“Bailey,” I say against her mouth, but she presses a finger to my lips.
“Please, Knox,” she whispers, “don’t overthink it.”
I watch her as she turns and heads for the bed. She crawls into it on all fours, a sight that has me throbbing. She turns to face me, letting her arms fall out to the sides as she smiles at me with a devilish look.
“Come lay with me,” she asks, and I’m happy to oblige.
I get in bed beside her, propping my head on one elbow as I admire her form. My other hand wanders again, sliding over her knee and thigh as I gently hike her dress up around her hips. The black dress scoots up enough to reveal a pair of bright red panties, my cock twitching hard at the sight.
She looks delicious, and I can’t resist the ravenous hunger she fuels in me any longer.
I sit up beside her. I watch her eyes grow smoky with lust as I hook my thumbs under the sides of her panties and begin to roll them down her voluptuous thighs. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her sweet juices., but I take my time undressing her. I slip her panties off her feet and inhale her scent a moment before tossing them to the floor. Then I sit her up and pull her dress off over her head, her naked body draped across the bed as she lays back down.
“Knox,” she says breathily, “will you make love to me?”
I shake my head. “No,” I answer softly. “Tonight will be just about you. About me spoiling you.”
I think I see a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but it quickly vanishes as I trail kisses around her knees and up her inner thighs. Her skin is hot on my lips, her thighs quivering slightly whenever my lips press against them. I watch as she wiggles and squirms, her hips raising from the bed slightly the closer I get to her core.
Finally, I kiss over her mound and down her slit, her body nearly jumping off the bed with the way she presses her hips forward. She’s already begun to glisten in anticipation, and the sound that escapes her is pure hunger when my tongue finally slides up the length of her opening. Her juices coat my tongue and make me want her more. I let my fingers sink into her hips, guiding her pussy harder into my mouth as my tongue parts her and presses its way inside.
“Oh god,” she cries out when my tongue slides up over her clit. I draw slow circles around it, and she moans loudly. I tease her like this for a while. I like the way she grows wetter as my tongue laps around her sweet spot, but I also really want to make her experience a level of ecstasy she’s never had before.
Her breath halts as I tease her opening with one of my fingers. I keep my mouth planted on her, sucking and nibbling on her swollen clit as her hips drive up toward my finger. I can tell how badly she needs this, how her body yearns for touch with its responsiveness. I press a thick finger inside her, and she moans, letting her adjust to the feeling as her tight walls clasp around and push my finger further inside.
Her moaning turns to ragged pants as I slide the finger in and out, in and out. She’s wet as hell now, her juices coating my lips and tongue as I begin licking her furiously. I slowly press a second finger inside, and she moans, her hips starting to tremble as the fullness, coupled with the clitoral stimulation, begins to drive her closer and closer to orgasm.
Her hips move up to meet the thrusts of my fingers. I use my other hand to cup her ass and keep her pressed against my lips, savoring the way her wetness begins covering my face. Her panting turns to sharp cries of pleasure, her fingernails digging into the bed’s duvet as she screams my name.
“Fuck, Knox, I’m coming! Oh, Knox, yes!”
I hungrily drink up her pleasure as her thighs tighten and her hips buck with release. She coats me in her juices, and I love it.
I love it more when I set her back down on the bed, and she stares up at me with that insatiable hunger, pulling me up to meet her face and kissing me hard as she licks the taste of herself from my lips.
I kiss her temple, smiling at the way she lays there, a contented mess with half-closed eyes.
I can’t wait to be able to shift again. I need to be able to shift again.
I can’t wait to do all this and more with her in person.