CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Shadow
Kayla turns away from me, mumbling something so faint not even my keen fae hearing can discern the words. Her shoulders lift, tension pouring from her so thickly the air seems to vibrate with it.
All my normal joviality freezes in an instant, dropping away to leave behind worry. This isn’t normal for my strong Kayla. This is serious.
“I didn’t hear you.” I make my voice soft as I stand.
Her shoulders ratchet even higher.
“It’s okay.” I reach for her hand, wanting to soothe away whatever this is, wanting to make it better.
Kayla takes a shuddering breath. “No, it’s not.” Her voice breaks on a little hiccup.
That hiccup fucking kills me.
“There’s something wrong with me.”
“There can’t be.” I tug until she faces me again. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re so wrong.” Her lips twist. “I can’t… I can’t finish with another person.”
“And by finish you mean…” I lift an eyebrow.
“Come. Climax. Orgasm.” A flash of her normal fiery spirit shows as she says the words with defiance. “However you want to say it, I can’t do it.”
I make my voice soft. “Not ever?”
“I can by myself, with toys.” At my puzzled expression, her cheeks darken. “Sexual toys.”
The idea immediately intrigues me. Do humans have videos about this? I’ve already watched several to learn about sex in this form, but I haven’t explored toys yet. I’ll have to check, because I’m more than happy to use anything that will help me win her.
“See, you’re not broken.” I stroke her cheek, her skin warm satin. “Let me prove it to you.”
Her eyes flutter for a moment as she sways toward me. Then she pulls back. “I don’t want to finalize the consummation clause.”
My heart pinches, but it’s not a complete rejection, and I’m not going to spoil my careful hunt by rushing things now. Turning to the parchment, I say, “Victoria, please outline the specific requirements that will activate the consummation clause.”
“Consummation for a heterosexual couple refers to the penis penetrating the vagina,” the house writes. “What else could it mean?”
A grin stretches my cheeks. As I suspected, the house is terribly old-fashioned. I plan to make good use of her limited definition.
“That leaves so very many things we can try.” The internet videos have been fascinating. Humans are delightfully adventurous, and I can’t wait to play. I lift Kayla’s hand to my mouth and suck on her finger, fluttering my tongue against the tip. “Play with me, my wife.”
She gives one of those soft, breathy gasps, the ones she thinks I can’t hear when she watches me parade around the backyard shirtless.
The sound goes straight to my cock. A growl rumbles through my chest as I pick her up. She sucks in a surprised inhale and throws her arms around my neck, laughing breathlessly as I bound up the stairs.
I toss her onto the bed and leap to land over her on all fours.
She gapes up at me, cheeks flushed, the scent of her arousal perfuming the air and driving me wild.
I give her one fervent kiss, all teeth and tongues and longing, then pull away while I can still stop myself.
Sliding to the end of the bed, I rise up on my knees and pull off her shoes to toss them aside.
Then I sit facing her as she pushes up to sit with her back against the headboard.
“Show me,” I growl. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
Her fingers slide down the soft swell of her stomach to pop the button of her jeans. Determination and vulnerability war for domination over her face as the zipper makes a slow descent.
The only expression I want to see from her is pleasure.
When she lifts her hips to push at the waist of her jeans, I tug on the legs, pulling them free. Kayla lies before me in only a T-shirt and purple panties, her round thighs begging for my touch. “Goddess, you’re so beautiful. Spread those legs for me. Let me see if those little panties are wet.”
She gives one of her soft gasps as her thighs part, the center of her panties dark purple with wetness.
A groan tears from me as I cup a hand around the raging erection pressing against the front of my leather pants. “Look at you. Already so wet for me. Already the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her fingers drift down, dipping under the satiny fabric and moving frantically.
“No.” I grip her ankle and squeeze. “I need to see you.”
Kayla licks her lips, her eyes darting to my bulge. “You first.”
“I think you’ve seen quite enough of me so far.” I grin. “For now, I want to focus on you.”
Her eyes go wide, her fingers moving faster, and the thought of her being turned on by my words makes my hips jerk.
“Take off your clothes,” I grit out, barely maintaining control.
The alluring witch pulls her shirt over her head, her full breasts bouncing in the most fascinating fashion. She twists the tiny strip between them, and the fabric triangles fall away, setting her breasts free in all their glory.
I groan. They’re so big and soft they beg for my hands, tipped with dark-pink nipples I long to suck.
During all those years in my panther form, breasts were never part of sex play, but seeing Kayla’s makes me realize everything I missed out on.
My cock leaps, and I press a hand to it, trying to keep myself in check.
It works for only a second, because Kayla hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, lifts her hips, and slides them down, down, down those lovely long legs. She clamps them together, her cheeks pink, her eyes vulnerable in a way she should never be.
Rage flashes through me. We use the smile of the cat sith to fool others into forgetting what we truly are: hunters, warriors. I want to kill whoever put that look in her eyes.
Yet tonight is about her, about making her feel good, about proving to her she’s perfect exactly as she is and as far from “broken” as one can get.
“Goddess, you’re so beautiful.” I stroke the inside of her ankle, teasing the soft skin with the pads of my fingers, my eyes latched onto the triangle of brown curls that points to exactly where I want to be. “Let me see all of you. Please.” I’ll beg if I have to. I’ll do anything for more of her.
Her legs slowly part, her lush thighs falling open to expose more brown curls surrounding dark-pink lips that glisten with wetness. The sweet and musky scent of her arousal slams into me, making my hips jerk forward as my cock tries to get to her, a rigid bar of aching longing.
“Sorry. I don’t wax.”
“What?” Why is she apologizing? “Wax?”
“I don’t remove the hair.” She flutters a hand toward her sex.
“You’ve seen my werepanther form. I love hair. I adore it. I forbid you to ever wax.” I grin and bracket my straining cock, outlining the rigid bulge. “See? He likes it, too.”
A startled giggle bursts from her, a sound I’ve never heard before. It’s delightful. I want to make her do it again and again.
“Now, show me, Kayla. Show me what you like. Touch yourself.”
Her fingers slide down to rub little circles around the small nub at the top of her sex, and her legs fall further open, her mouth rounding as she sucks in excited breaths.
I crawl higher on the bed to get closer, fascinated. No video could ever prepare me for the reality of Kayla.
“I need…” She gestures toward the bedside table with her free hand, biting her lip.
“Get it,” I growl. “I want to see everything.”
She pulls out a purple shaft shaped like an erection with an attachment coming off the side that ends in two tiny little fingers.
After coating the toy in a thick fluid, she turns it on, and a hum fills the air as it starts to vibrate.
Kayla’s teeth sink into her bottom lip as the vibrator sinks into her, and the scent of her arousal blooms.
The toy slides in and out of her with wet sucking sounds that drive me wild.
“Look at you, so wet, so luscious,” I growl, hand pressed to my cock. “You’re a goddess.”
Her eyes finally open, and when Kayla sees how I’m looking at her, sees how hard my erection is, she lets out a high keen, her thighs shaking as she falls apart in front of me.
I collapse onto the bed, my head landing between her calves. I press a kiss to the inside of her knee, scraping the soft skin with my fangs.
She shivers and gasps.
Encouraged, I crawl upward, pulled along by her heady scent, a hunter sighting his perfect prey.
I lick my way up her thigh until my nose bumps against the bottom of the vibrator, which still hums. I peel her fingers away to replace them with my own and start to fuck her with the toy, loving how responsive she is, how her face wears this constant look of delighted shock and desire.
My erection throbs, demanding attention, and I grind against the mattress, unwilling to focus on anything but Kayla, my wife.
Using one hand to press the toy’s fluttering fingers to her clit, I pump the shaft in and out of her. “Do you like that?”
“Oh, god,” she moans, her hands fisting the sheets. “It’s even better when you do it. I don’t have to do anything. I can just feel.”
I plunge the toy deeper into her and angle it upward.
Her head tips backward on a gasp, “Shadow. Shadow! Shadow!” And she’s coming again, her breasts swaying, her entire body shaking.
I thumb off the toy and pull it gently from her core before climbing up to claim her mouth in a searing kiss. She’s soft and sweet below me, her skin so warm I can’t resist sinking onto her as I tease her tongue into a glorious dance. Kissing might be new to me, but goddess, I’m already addicted.
“There now.” I brush a lock of purple hair out of her eyes, the hair sticking slightly to the faint sheen of perspiration coating her deliciously flushed skin. “See how sexy and wonderful you are? You just climaxed with another person.”
“Using a toy.” There’s that flicker of vulnerability again.
“That counts. And anyone who says it doesn’t is a fool.” I grin, teasing the end of a fang with my tongue. “Why don’t we see if I can do it without the toy, simply to clear up any doubts?”
Her eyes go wide as they stare at my mouth. “You’re okay doing that?”
“Okay isn’t the word I’d use.” I bury my hand in her hair and pull her closer. “More like ecstatic. I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment we met.” I run my nose up her neck and take an audible breath, my voice dropping into a purr. “You smell fucking delicious, Kayla. You make my mouth water.”
I lick my way down her neck, scraping the tender skin with my fangs until she gasps. Smirking, I continue down, cresting the slope of her breast and flicking the nipple with my tongue.
“Oh!” She buries her hands in my hair and hangs on as I tease and suck. I kiss my way over to her other nipple and refuse to let up until she’s panting and writhing beneath me, making my cock ache every time her thigh presses against it.
Gliding lower, I lick her soft stomach, the skin so smooth I have to stop and nip at her, making her gasp even louder.
Then I’m finally where I’ve longed to be, between those luscious legs, my fingertips tracing circles over her inner thighs and getting her to open wider for me. With my first lick, her flavor explodes in my mouth: salt and tang and Kayla.
I slide lower, spearing her with my tongue, plunging into the hot core of her and lapping like the greedy cat I am. “Goddess, you’re delicious,” I growl. “I’ve been dreaming of your taste for over a year.”
She makes a whining noise, her hands fisting in my hair, as her hips rock against my face.
“Do you like that, my dirty girl? Do you like me eating your pretty little pussy?”
She nods frantically, breathing out a choked, “Yes.”
I flick my tongue over the hard nub and slide a finger into her core. Her velvet walls clamp tight, surrounding me in wet and heat, and my cock jerks inside my pants, eager to be inside her, to take her and knot her and make her mine.
Soon, I promise it. This is still the slow hunt, the prey well worth the wait.
Fluttering my tongue over her clit, I add a second finger and pump them in and out of her in the rhythm she used with her toy.
“Shadow!” Kayla grinds against me, sobbing. “I’m so close! So close!”
Yet she’s not quite making it over.
Moving off her, I pull my pretty witch up to sitting. Then I lie down on my back, lifting her until she kneels over my face. She grips the headboard and gapes down at me. “What?”
“I want you to sit on my face.” I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I saw it in a video last week.
I bring my hand up and brace it so that my index and middle fingers stick straight up, brushing against her entrance.
“Swallow me with that gorgeous pussy, dirty girl. Grind against my face. Ride my fingers. Fuck my tongue. Use me however you want. Take your pleasure.”
“But…”
“But I’ll love it?” I smirk and swirl my fingers. “Damned right I will.”
A bit of my confident Kayla returns, fire lighting in her eyes. I love to see it. “Such a smart mouth.”
“Better put it to use.”
And she does. Oh goddess, she does. Kayla lowers over me, swallowing me in her hot wetness, her scent filling my nose, her taste exploding across my tongue.
She undulates as she rides me, my fingers buried deep, her clit grinding against my mouth, my tongue flickering over it every time she lifts.
She plays with speed. She plays with angles and pressure.
My witchy beauty finds exactly what she wants.
And she takes it.