“One of the castle people?” I winced, not knowing what to call them.
Croy nodded and then walked back into the bedroom, pulling a dark garment bag from a hook that was near the door, one that hadn’t been there minutes ago. I frowned as he explained, “This was delivered directly from your mom. If I had to guess, the other was just a standard ordered by the castle.”
“So which am I supposed to wear?”
I eyed the bag, both curious and a bit worried to look at what was inside. I knew I needed to wear whatever it was, but I was already feeling so uncomfortable with this entire situation, and the dress had the potential to make it ten times worse.
“I imagine you can choose to wear whatever you want, sugar,” he drew out, examining my face and frowning at the obvious conflict there.
Nodding and inhaling, trying to keep myself calm, I took the bag and went into the large closet, hanging it on the hook there but not bothering to close the door. Turning in my current dress, I called out to Croy, who was leaning against the doorway.
“Can you come unzip this?” I asked, sincerely wanting help but loving the way his wolf let out a rumble. My skin broke out into shivers at the magic that heated up the space. My breathing hitched as I felt his frame press against mine from the back, my thighs pressing together as I felt his magic roll over my skin in a dangerous pattern I’d never felt before. His rough fingers ran over my shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, moving my hair before sliding the zipper of the dress down, making my entire body light up under the air that brushed across my skin.
“Sugar.” He let out a low growl as my smile tipped up slightly. I let the dress fall down to the floor, revealing what I was wearing underneath. I had to admit, I was really starting to love this lingerie thing. I had never considered it when I first purchased them from the store, but it was like wearing another sparkly garment under your first. These were from the closet, but the concept held true. Even my stockings were a pale gold glitter and attached to a garter set of cream and gold that wrapped around my waist, highlighting my strapless bra and panties. My panties that were currently growing wet as I turned into his muscular chest.
“What?” I asked breathlessly, loving the way he looked over me, his eyes darkening from green to black.
“Fucking hell,” he snarled, his fingers running over my waist and down my hips. “You need to get dressed, now.”
“Why?”
It was a sincere question, but the nerves about the event today had me wanting to push Croy a bit. I needed the security of knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I needed to know that no matter what happened, he would be there with me. I already felt so safe around him, I just needed confirmation that this was real for him.
“Because you look way too fucking good in that,” he admitted roughly, his eyes dipping back over me. “And I’m already on edge around all these other shifters.”
It was the first time I had heard Croy express frustration, his normally calm and relaxed attitude so different from the edge that seemed to invade his personality while here. It was like the predator inside of him was right on the edge, and I found myself desperately wanting to play.
“What can I do to help?” I asked, running my fingers up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. “With the edge, that is.”
His jaw clenched, and I let out a small surprised sound as he walked me backwards, his hand coming down to grip my ass as I squirmed against how hard he was. When my back hit one of the closet walls, more specifically a mirror, I pressed myself forward, wanting to feel every line of his body. I tilted my head up and he obliged with a kiss, the sensation warm and smooth like honey against my skin as something began to boil under the surface dangerously. My small moan against his lips had him bending slightly and picking me up with an ease that had me letting out a surprised sound.
My legs wrapped around his waist as his kiss turned far more ravenous, my blood heating as my phoenix began to break out, circling his wolf with flames. My fingers gripped his hair as he let out a snarl against my lips, my breathing hitching at how good he felt against me. Everything about Croy felt good, and I found myself wanting him more than my next breath. Literally, I was very tempted to give it up. I rocked my hips against his hard length, wishing I had more access to it or that we were against a bed.
“Sugar,” Croy’s groan was low in his throat, “don’t tease me.”
“Who said I’m teasing?” I whimpered.
His chuckle was dark and hot. “Maya, sugar, you get off on teasing us. I see how much you love it. And we are never going to fucking say no to you. But I am not sure how long I can go without at least tasting you—”
“I don’t want you tasting me,” I admitted against his lips. “I want more. I want you.”
Was it true? Did I get off on teasing them? It did excite me. The idea of pushing them enough that they just took me left me feeling wanted and sexier than I ever had.
Croy groaned, running his lips down my jaw. “You know I can’t fuck you without marking you. Even I don’t have that level of control, nor would I want to.”
“What about just a little bit?” I rolled my hips again, wanting desperately to convince him. Even if it was just a little bit, I was hoping he would change my mind.
His growl was scary, or should have been, but instead left me feeling flushed and more needy, the sound pulling at a part of me that seemed almost primal. “Maya, if I take out my cock, you’re taking all of it in your tight cunt.”
Almost instantly, I was tugging on the waist of his pants against his flat, hard abs as his magic flared against mine dangerously. It was like the snap that Croy had been avoiding was finally occurring, and I was not only supporting it but pushing him over the edge. I slid down his body as he stepped back, watching me with wild eyes as I sunk to my knees in front of him, his hands instantly wrapping around my hair.
“What are you doing, sugar?”
Looking up at him, I tried to find the confidence that Croy always inspired. “Tasting you.”
A shudder worked its way through his body as I easily unzipped his pants. My entire body broke into shivers, my nipples hardening to the point of pain as his hard, bare cock came out of his pants looking impossibly hard and large. I licked my lips, wanting to know what the precum on the tip tasted like.
So I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the tip, my hand wrapping around him as much as I could. It still wasn’t all the way and that should have been intimidating, but instead I found myself wanting to feel his length inside of me. Stretching me.
“Holy fuck,” Croy groaned, a crack sounding as his hand came down on the mirror behind us. I looked up at him, his eyes burning with heat.
Taking control, Croy pressed the tip of his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth looking up at him. He grabbed my jaw and his words rolled against my skin, causing me to nearly come.
“Open your mouth all the way, sugar. Stick out your tongue.”
I whimpered and followed his direction, his cock leaving a trail of precum on my tongue as my body trembled, wanting to close my mouth around him. Wanting to taste him further. When he slid his cock into my mouth fully, I tried to take him completely in my throat, a feral noise escaping his chest making me feel that much more bold.