Chapter 20 Kiera #2
Kiera ignored the nervous flutter in her stomach. She pushed off her pants and panties too, kicking them aside, baring herself completely. She felt naked…vulnerable, but not weak.
This wasn’t about embarrassment. This wasn’t even really about desire–though the heat in his gaze made her feel hot and wet between her legs.
But right now the only thing that mattered was keeping him with her…
keeping him in this form…keeping him from slipping away into something more animal and less himself.
So she got into bed and held out her hand again.
“Come here,” she ordered.
Brux obeyed at once, the mattress dipping under his weight as he climbed in beside her.
The minute his huge body settled, Kiera wrapped herself around him, pressing her naked flesh to his as closely as she could.
She slid one arm around his thick neck, one over the dense fur of his chest, and pressed her bare breasts to him, her hard nipples going even tighter against the coarse texture.
Her legs tangled with his powerful thighs, and she rubbed herself against the hard, unmistakable lengths of him without meaning to—the thick, dual shafts pressing insistently against her belly like twin brands of molten steel—and the contact sent a fierce, electric jolt straight to her pussy.
The full body contact made her whole body come alive and Kiera had to bite back a moan. Brux was burning hot–fever hot. His skin radiated warmth through the fur, and the spicy, masculine scent of his arousal was thick in the air, making her feel dizzy with need.
And there was no missing the fact that both of his shafts were rock—hard and pressing urgently against her belly.
But right now she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was grounding the big Monstrum…
anchoring him here with her. Using her skin, her scent, and her heat, Kiera hoped she could do it.
So far, it seemed to be working. Brux let out a low, shaking growl of pleasure that vibrated through both of them.
“Thank you,” he said, the words halting but understandable, rough with the effort of speech. “This… helps.”
A wave of relief washed through her–she was doing it! She was holding him in his humanoid form!
“Good,” she whispered, tightening her hold. “Then I’ll keep helping.”
She rubbed herself against him again, deliberately this time, not even stopping when his lower shaft slid down between her pussy lips and rubbed against her aching clit.
The friction made them both gasp and Kiera bit her lip.
Was she going too far? But she didn’t want to stop.
And besides, Brux needed deep, intimate contact with her to remain in his humanoid form.
So she didn’t pull away, even though she was sure he could feel how wet she was…
how her body was already slick and ready for him despite the circumstances.
“Feel me,” she murmured against his throat. “Feel how much I want you with me. How much I need you to stay.”
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasped, his voice deeper…more guttural. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary buck, sliding his shafts against her. “Your sweet little pussy is so ready.”
“I…I can’t help that.” Kiera took a deep breath. “It’s just…part of being close to you. Do you want me to pull away?”
“Fuck, no!” His language had grown coarser, but she didn’t mind–his deep, growling voice in her ear as she rubbed against him made Kiera even hotter.
“Good–then stay…stay with me,” she ordered, rather breathlessly.
“No going anywhere, baby,” he growled and his arms tightened around her, drawing her even closer.
Kiera moaned and rubbed against him again, sliding her pussy against his lower shaft which was thick and hot against her inner cunt. As she moved, she saw the first small signs that all this intimate contact was working.
The fur along Brux’s jaw stopped thickening and then the sharp, dangerous elongation of his muzzle eased by degrees. He still wasn’t fully back—his eyes remained gold, and they were still too bright and too wild—but he wasn’t slipping farther away either.
He was holding steady–that was something, Kiera told herself. It was a whole lot better than nothing.
But it still wasn’t enough.
She let out a shaky breath and looked up at him.
“You need more, don’t you?” she asked softly, her hand sliding down his furred chest. “More of this…more of me.”
Brux nodded once, his throat working hard, fangs glinting as he swallowed
“I do. But I don’t know if…” He swallowed again and looked away for a second before forcing himself to meet her gaze. His golden eyes burned with shame and desperate hunger. “Don’t know if you’ll want to give me what I need.”
Kiera’s heart fluttered nervously in her chest. She could feel the rigid heat of both his cocks, throbbing against her, demanding more…more…more.
But she had never been a quitter or a coward.
“Tell me what you need,” she urged, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “If I can help you, I will. I swear I will.”
For a moment he only looked at her, as though still unable to believe she meant it. Then, very slowly, he lifted one huge hand and cupped her bare breast.
Kiera bit back a gasp. His palm was rough and hot, engulfing her breast completely. His thumb brushed over her nipple in one careful, deliberate stroke, and sensation shot through her, making her hips buck involuntarily.
So he needed to touch her–all right. She could work with that.
She didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer.
“Good…that’s good,” she breathed. “Touch me, Brux—take what you need.”
And to prove she meant what she said, she took his other hand—the one not kneading her breast—and guided it between her thighs. She felt his fingers cupping the slick, swollen folds of her pussy immediately. God, it felt so good.
“Does…does this help?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Gods, yes,” his voice was thick with needing. “But are you sure…you don’t mind letting me touch you here?”
Kiera spread her legs wider, offering herself completely.
“If this is what you need–if this is what keeps you from slipping back to your wolf form–then take it,” she told him, her voice dropping to a husky command. “Touch me as much as you need to–fuck my pussy with your fingers. Make me come for you. Do it, Brux.”
The big Monstrum made a low, hungry sound—half growl, half prayer—and obeyed at once.
His touch was careful at first—as though he couldn’t quite believe she was letting him do this.
Thick fingers parted her folds, tracing her entrance and gathering her wetness.
But the minute he felt how drenched she was—how her body was wet and ready for him—his breath caught and his whole body tensed.
“Goddess, you really are soaked,” he rasped, his voice thick with awe and hunger. One long finger pushed inside her, stretching her, then curling to find that perfect spot. “And so fucking tight… so hot… feels like this sweet little cunt was made for me…”
“I just…just want to help you,” Kiera moaned and opened wider for him, her hips rocking to meet his touch. “Yes… more… give me more…” she moaned.
Brux complied eagerly, adding a second finger–thick and relentless–and pumping in and out with a steady rhythm that made her gasp and buck her hips in time to his rhythm. Then his thumb found her clit and circled it with devastating precision.
And all the while he was touching her, Brux watched her face, taking in every gasp…every flutter of her eyelids…and adjusting his touch to wring more pleasure from her.
“Do you like that, baby?” he growled, his fangs glinting as he leaned down to nip her throat. “Do you like it when I fuck your sweet, tight little pussy with my fingers? You like to feel me thrusting inside you…filling you up?”
“Yes!” Kiera moaned shamelessly. “Don’t stop… fuck me… make me come!”
But she wasn’t too far gone to see the effect their intimate contact was having on the big Monstrum.
She watched in wonder as his features shifted back toward human as he touched her.
The sharpness of his muzzle softened…the sharp wolf fangs receded.
His face became his again—beautiful and strong and entirely male.
But his eyes stayed gold.
“You…you need more, don’t you?” she demanded, panting, even as her body trembled on the edge.
He nodded once, his breathing unsteady, three fingers now buried deep inside her.
“But I fear…you won’t want to give what I need.”
“Try me. Tell me what you need,” she urged again, her voice coming out breathless. “Whatever it is, just let me know.”
His golden gaze flickered down her body—to where his fingers were buried in her slick heat—then back up to her face. He withdrew his hand slowly, making her whimper at the loss. Oh God, she felt so empty now!
Brux’s thick fingers glistened with her juices. He met her eyes and held her gaze.
“This is what I need.” And still holding her eyes with his, he licked his fingers clean.
“You want to…you need to…” she began, but trailed off.
“If I could taste you–not from my fingers but straight from the source.” He looked at her, raw hope and hunger naked in his gaze. “Need to bury my tongue in your sweet pussy…need to drink you down… please…”
Kiera bit her lip. Jerome had never been very good at that particular kind of intimacy. In fact, if she was honest, she had mostly trained herself not to expect much from it at all. A few lazy licks and he was already crawling back up to stick it in.
But this wasn’t about Jerome, and it wasn’t even really about her pleasure, she lectured herself. This was about Brux–about what he needed and keeping him here with her.
And if what he needed was to taste her pussy–to put his tongue deep inside her and taste her honey from the source–well then, she needed to let him do it.
“Do it,” she said, spreading her thighs wide, baring her pussy fully for him. “Taste me–take what you need.”
The big Monstrum’s eyes blazed gold and he moved between her legs like a starving man being offered a feast. His massive shoulders pushed her thighs even wider, and Kiera bit back a gasp as he slid his big, warm hands under her, gripping her ass to lift her to his mouth.
And when his mouth finally found her, Kiera realized almost at once that whatever she had expected, it wasn’t this.
Because he didn’t touch her like a man performing an obligation as Jerome had.
Instead, he devoured her like a male who was half out of his mind with hunger and need and wonder that she was allowing him to do this.
Like he couldn’t get enough of her taste or her scent or the way she moaned as he tasted her
His tongue was thick, hot, and relentless. He started with long, sweeping licks from her entrance to her clit, gathering every drop of her honey that made Kiera gasp.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled against her folds, the vibration making her buck. “This hot little pussy is so wet for me. Love to taste your honey.”
Kiera’s hands tangled in his dark hair as she gasped and arched beneath him. This was so much more than she’d imagined when she agreed to let him taste her. His hot tongue was sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body, setting her on fire with need.
“Oh—Brux… yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop…don’t stop!”
But there was no need to beg–she got the sense she couldn’t have stopped him if she’d tried.
He growled hungrily against her flesh, plunging his tongue deep inside her where it seemed to swell before fucking her with it in firm, steady thrusts while his thumb circled her aching clit.
It was amazing how full he could fill her with just his tongue, Kiera thought deliriously–and how deep he could get inside her.
Then he withdrew his tongue and sucked the swollen bud of her clit between his lips, flicking it mercilessly…teasing her until she felt like she was going to explode. Though this was their first time together, he seemed to know her body already, seemed to know exactly how to drive her crazy.
It was too much–too good and Kiera knew she wouldn’t last much longer.
She could feel the tension building fast—far faster than she had expected—and the realization only made her more breathless. More needy. More willing to give him anything he wanted if it meant hearing him speak clearly again and seeing his human face stay right where it belonged.
“I…I think I’m close,” she moaned, tugging on his hair as she bucked up to meet his mouth “Oh God, Brux, I’m going to come!”
“Do it,” he growled against her, the command vibrating deep in her core. “Come for me, baby–drown me in your honey!”
Then he redoubled his efforts and added two fingers deep in her pussy, pumping steadily as he teased her clit with his tongue.
The combination was too much for Kiera–at last she felt herself falling over the edge as her orgasm crashed down on her like a tidal wave.
“Oh…Oh, God, Brux…Brux!” she moaned, bucking against him, grinding shamelessly against his face as he licked her.
She didn’t know how long the pleasure lasted–every time she started to come down, the big Monstrum did something else to tease a little more out of her. Wave after wave washed over her until she thought her heart might burst.
Finally, though, she collapsed against the living mattress, moaning softly with the aftermath of the intense orgasm. She hoped this was enough for the big Monstrum–she didn’t think she could come again.
“Brux?” she whispered, making his name a question. “Are…are you all right now? Did you get what you needed?”
He lifted his head just enough to look up at her, his mouth and chin glistening with her honey, his expression dazed with need and relief and something so much like devotion it made her heart ache.
His eyes were no longer the wild animal gold of his wolf–they were the bright, intense blue of his humanoid form. Clearly, he had finally gotten what he needed.
And for the first time since he had started regressing back to his animal form, Kiera let herself believe that maybe—just maybe—she really could keep him with her.