Chapter 20
SADIE
The kiss barely lasted three seconds, but Verne struck me into silence. Heat encompassed my body. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at me, or that burr in his voice that made my body as hot as molten lava. That gravelly tone wrapped in silk, the command steeped in softness.
“You’ll be my good girl, won’t you?” His other hand found the flat of my back and pulled me flush to him. I tightened my grip on his cock on reflex when the knuckle of my thumb brushed my clit. Fuck, I was swollen, achy. “You’ll take what I give you?”
I nodded, and didn’t care what I was agreeing to.
When he used that tone, I’d do anything.
Especially when Verne gave me another kiss, this one lingering, my bottom lip sucked into his mouth.
He found the spot where I worried at my bottom lip, extra sensitive, and caressed his tongue over it.
I couldn’t have stopped my gasp if I tried.
I stroked my hand on his dick and— “Uh.” I pulled back a few inches, just enough space to let the amber light that made the cottage so cosy graze Verne’s dark cock and— “This is, ah, not human.”
“No,” Verne agreed, his voice a rumble, an earthquake. A shiver ripped through my body.
“But I—” A thought struck like lightning, and my eyes flew widen, my breathing quickening. “Has my body changed? Now I’m a wolf, do I have a weird pussy?”
I let go of him and moved back, trying to bend to see my lady garden, to see if I had tentacles or—or—teeth. I was panicking and couldn’t think of how a vagina could be realistically wolfy. Oh god, did it have claws and fur?
“One sec,” Leander said, and I’d been so wrapped up in Verne’s magnetic chemistry that I forgot Leander was right behind me.
I didn’t notice Lainsz brooding where he leant against the back of the door, either.
I might have glared at him but Leander ducked, caught me up behind my thighs, and carried me to one of the inviting green sofas.
My naked body was engulfed in softness and velvet, and it felt so good against my goosebumped skin that I groaned—and then choked on a noise when Leander knelt on the ground, splayed himself over the sofa, and buried his head between my thighs.
“Leander, for fuck’s sake,” Lainsz growled. Lainsz.
That—that absolute piece of work was watching Leander lick his way from my entrance to my clit, swirling with an expert touch. Did he see the way my eyes rolled back, or the way my diaphragm shook with a ragged breath?
“Nope,” Leander said brightly. “No weird pussy. Just a beautiful, delicious one.” He kissed a circle around my clit, making me so sensitive it hurt.
The mating instinct detonated, the raging fire in me, turning my bones to liquid until I draped languorously over the sofa, my head thrown on the cushions when Leander dove back in.
He could do anything to me right now, and I wouldn’t care. No, I’d welcome it. And instead of that being alarming as hell, it didn’t even raise alarm bells. If an inner wolf could purr, Wolfie Sadie was purring, luxuriating in Leander’s attention, wanting him closer, deeper.
All my worries about this new body were overwritten by pleasure, the tiny voice that was screaming about me being eaten out by someone I didn’t even know was drowned out by my own moans.
Jesus, I was loud. I wasn’t usually this vocal, but it had been a while, and—and nothing had felt like this.
Leander ate my pussy like a maniac, but it was more than that.
Like I could pick out the individual layered scents in the forest, like I could hear Lainsz shifting his weight against the door, my sense of touch had been heightened. My pleasure, too, was capable of more.
“This is insane,” I gasped. “It’s too much.”
Fingers brushed through my hair, a shivery sensation raking across my scalp, and through a haze I looked up to see Verne lean over to kiss me.
A groan caught in the back of my throat, the combination of sensations, of two sets of hands on my body, melting my bones.
Heat poured through my insides until all I could do was writhe and issue breathless moans, begging for more, for mercy, for everything, for—no, not for Lainsz. Never for him.1
“You are so beautiful it hurts me,” Verne said between kisses, the taste of smoke and syrup pouring over my senses until my insistent hand found the back of his head, pressing him to my mouth for more. He tasted like hot, sticky desserts and s’mores roasted over an open fire.
“Why do you taste so good?” I groaned, digging my fingernails into the back of his head when Leander’s mouth suctioned around my clit, lashing it with punishing strokes.
Electric sensation pierced my body. A charge of pleasure so intense I could barely process it.
It raked through every nerve ending in my body, curling my toes, arching my back.