His eyes were molten gold. “So beautiful,” he growled before dipping his head.
She’d stripped and washed her bralette earlier, meaning he latched onto an erect peak. And sucked.
She felt it all the way to her pussy and cried out. Her fingers dug into the silken strands on his head. She held him and mewled and undulated with each of his caresses.
He sucked and nibbled on her nipples. He switched sides and tugged on her erect nubs, giving her jolt after pleasurable jolt. She rocked and ground herself against him.
“If you don’t stop,” he groaned, “I’m going to make a mess of the damned blanket.”
The knowledge only served to make her more wicked. She lifted herself and reached to pull away the blanket. There was only scant light from the smoldering fire, enough to see he was built like a human male, if thicker and longer.
Would it even fit?
“Don’t fear, Belle.” His hand found its way past the waist of her pants until he pressed his fingers against her.
She moaned.
“Do you want me to take your pants off?”
“Yesss,” she hissed. She had to help him by lying down so she could slide them off her hips.
Before she could straddle him again, he was leaning by her side, and his hand returned to cup her. She uttered a mewling sound and rolled her hips, pushing against it. He dipped a finger, and she whimpered. Another finger and he began to stroke her, and then his lips found her.
She had a mini climax as his mouth began to play, hot breath on her clit, then his tongue, a bit raspy but very wet. She came hard for him, her entire pussy clamping down on his fingers.
He uttered a satisfied grunt when he said, “You are perfection.”
And he wasn’t done.
He continued to stroke her ebbing orgasm, penetrating her with his fingers while his tongue lightly lapped. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but he soon had her moaning and rocking again. But he didn’t let her come on his fingers.
He shifted until he lay under her, and she was astride again. The hard, heated length of him throbbed against her ass.
“You’re in control,” he reminded, his eyes a golden glow.
She was in control. She could make him cry out like he’d done for her. She lifted and moved back to sit on his thighs. She gripped his jutting length. His hips didn’t buck, but he did tremble.
She rubbed a thumb over his tip and felt moisture. She slicked it over the head, and he uttered a strangled noise.
“Do you want me?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“And if I stopped right now?”
“I’ll probably die.”
She laughed. “We can’t have that.” She leaned down and blew.
His hips finally jerked.
When she licked his tip, he groaned so long and loud she thought he might be dying.
She really thought about getting him off with her mouth. But…he’d started that fire between her legs.
She straddled him, her hand around the thickness of him as she guided him to her pussy. She threw her head back as she slid down his length, gasping as he stretched her, groaning in satisfaction when he sheathed himself fully and rubbed somewhere really, really nice.
She leaned back to get better penetration, and his hands kept her from falling off as she ground herself against him. When a third hand suddenly appeared, or at least a wet finger did, she opened her eyes to see the tail she’d forgotten playing with her clit.
Perhaps that morning, before she got to know him, she might have screamed in disgust, but now, she screamed because she came. Hard.
And he came with her. They were locked together in a moment of pure bliss that she could have basked in forever.
Eventually, she collapsed atop him, and he held her, her cheek against his chest and the familiar thumping of a heart.
It felt good. And right. Maybe a place she could stay forever?
Was she going to let good sex sway her from her course?
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she reiterated.
“You keep telling yourself that,” was his amused murmur. “We’ll see what your answer is in eight days.”
She went to sleep worried he was right and woke to something slobbering on her face!
Thirteen
Thyos woke before Belle, which meant the delicious torture of having her splayed over him. He couldn’t believe she’d seduced him.
He’d hoped he wasn’t misreading the attraction, but after her initial reaction to his tail, he’d worried. Then, like an idiot, he’d reminded her of it while in the throes of passion.
Things could have gone badly at that point. Instead, she’d orgasmed. Hard. He’d never experienced anything so glorious. But despite the glory of it, they weren’t sykyrah. The bond hadn’t snapped into place. However, he had no doubt it would happen. Soon Belle would recognize they were meant for each other.
Or would she?
That worry kept him awake, so he eased out from under her rather than waking her with caresses to reassure himself. He went hunting, only to find tracks that led right back to his camp.
Belle!
Knowing she was a warrior didn’t dispel the panic as he raced into the clearing they’d claimed by the lake’s shore. A big beast sat while Belle rubbed its ears and made the most ridiculous noises.
“Who-is-da-big-cute-puppy?” she cooed.
“What are you doing?” Thyos muttered cautiously, doing his best to watch the animal and not startle it as he eased closer.
She didn’t reply as she continued to scratch the ears of the wolmoth, a shaggy canine that had a tendency of eating people if it couldn’t find its regular prey.
“I-want-to-take-you-with-me-yes-I-do.” She rubbed her nose against the beast, and he waited for her to get eaten.
To his surprise, the thing licked her then wagged its massive tail, left, right, boom, boom.
“Belle, you might want to step away,” he said, slowly edging closer, his hand on the hilt of his sword. He didn’t dare draw it yet, not with her head so close to those massive jaws.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” She turned to smile at him. “He makes me think of this Muppet dog that used to be on a show my mom loved. His name was Ralph.” She turned back to the beast and murmured, “I am gonna call you Ralph. Because you’re so cute. Wanna come with me to space?”
“You can’t take a wolmoth on your ship,” he said, unable to hide his incredulity.
“I guess he might be a tad large, and he probably wouldn’t like all that metal.”
“I’d be more worried about him eating you when he got hungry.”
“He won’t eat me, will you, Ralph?” She grabbed its cheeks and rubbed her nose again.
This was it. She’d die for sure.
Nope. The beast licked her. Then rolled on its back for her to rub its tummy.
Jealousy had him stomping around, getting their breakfast ready. He was somewhat appeased when she joined him and smiled.
“Yay for food. I find myself very hungry this morning.” She grinned, and like a fool, he grinned back.
He also had an appetite but not for food. Any plans he might have had were thwarted by her new pet. Ralph made sure Thyos couldn’t get near Belle the rest of that morning. If he got too close, it lifted a lip and snarled.