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“One more,” I pant, rolling my fingers back and forth over my clit, my gaze lowering to his hand between my legs as he withdraws, coats two fingers in pearly precum, then enters me again. The fullness forces my eyelids to flutter closed. Whatever it is about his semen that’s a sensation enhancer goes to work immediately, setting me ablaze with the need to come. Broken words and breathy panting are the extent of my communication as he moves those two huge fingers deep inside me, tapping them against a place no man or vibrator has ever found. I cry out, high-pitched, coming in a never-ending hot wave of pleasure.
When my body raises the white flag and I’m boneless and breathless, he slides his fingers from my pussy, then sucks them into his mouth. Growling. Nostrils flaring. “Natalie,” he warns when I curl my hand over his huge cock and slide it along the shaft.
“I want you.”
Heat flares in his amber eyes. “Your pussy isn’t ready for my cock.”
“Then make it ready.” At the end of a stroke, I gather a generous amount of precum and rub it between my legs. “That will help, right?”
“Yes, it will help, but—” A rough, bullish huff pushes cuts off his words as I tug his hand to my pussy again, positioning three of his thick fingers at my entrance.
“Get me ready.”
“Even if you can take all four of my fingers tonight, I won’t fuck you afterward, you’ll need time to recover.”
“Four?” The word squeaks out of me.
Raising his hand, he groups his fingers together, showing me the size of them, then lowers his hand, placing it alongside his cock.
Oh god. His cock is…bigger.
“I…” That’s never going to fit inside me. I want it to, but there’s just no way.
“It will fit.”
“You heard my thoughts?”
“Not this time,” he says, smiling, gently cupping my face. “But they’re written all over your beautiful, terrified face.”
“Not terrified, just…” I bite my lip, then sigh. “Okay, mildly terrified, because that thing is massive.”
The upturn of his thin black lips and the bullish huff he makes are undeniably male pride. Then his expression gentles, and he draws me against him, my back to his front, that giant battering ram of a cock nestled between us. “I will happily spend my life pleasuring you with my tongue and fingers only.”
I tilt my head to see his face. “You’d be okay with never having actual sex? For the rest of your life?”
“I would be happy just to be with you, Natalie, with or without sex of any kind.”
It’d be an unbelievable claim from any human man I’ve ever met. Given Constantine’s obvious sexuality and prowess, it should be unbelievable for him, too.
My heart tells me it’s true.
“You don’t have to go,” I say, when he presses a kiss to my hair, loosens the arm wrapped around me, and he begins to move away. “I mean… I don’t expect you to stay. But you can. If you want to.”
“I want to.” Despite his big, bulky physique, he shifts us between the sheets smoothly, almost effortlessly. He ensures my head is on one of the soft, cool pillows, my hair tucked neatly behind my shoulders. Then his big arm wraps around me again, and he snuggles in tight behind me, cradling me with his soft, furry body. “Are you comfortable?”
Covering his hand with mine, I close my eyes and open my mind to him. More than ever in my life.
His deep rumble vibrates against me, an unspoken confirmation that he heard my answer through our mate bond. “Sleep well, my perfect one.”
Ten
NATALIE
“I’m sorry Rosetta is late,” I say to Dela, glancing at the wall clock for what has to be the tenth time since she joined me at my table in Constantine’s cozy-yet-hip coffee shop—right on time, which was half an hour ago. “You don’t have to stay. I’m sure you’d rather not hang out in your workplace on your day off.”
Dela, a semi-new-to-town human who is one of Constantine’s full-time weekday employees here at The Brew, smiles while shaking her head. “I’m happy to wait. Constantine is a great boss, and my coworkers and the customers are so nice, being here never really feels like work. I often come in for coffee on the weekends.”
“Ask her if that has anything to do with hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain red hell demon she has the hots for,” a woman’s voice says from behind me, then its owner turns one chair at the neighboring table toward us and sits.
