My hands tangle in his hair, fingertips grazing the edge of his horns, causing him to growl and buck against the couch.
The vibration sends me over the edge, my body thrumming as my orgasm tears through me. Wave after wave, until I’m caught in the aftershocks, spasming each time he moves his tongue.
“Sensitive.” I squeak out as the laps become sharper, a little too much. “Hold on.”
Asher makes a noise, reluctant to stop but slows his rhythm and looks up at me with those golden eyes with a grin on his face.
Then my body tenses, the ache in my core deepening, begging to be filled.
“What is it?” He asks.
“It’s not enough. I need you inside me.”
He stares at me, his gold eyes shining with something. “Lie back and let me take care of you.”
TEN
Penny
Lie backand let me take care of you.
I’ve died. It’s the only reasonable explanation for why Asher is staring me down, fire and hunger laced in his gaze. Fuck, I’ve never felt like prey before, not even when I was younger and playing with the wolf shifters. Asher looks like he could devour me whole.
“Okay,” I stammer out, gently laying back against the couch as this powerful man advances, his large form would be enough to blot out the sun.
He catches me staring, smiling as he pulls his shirt over his head, golden scales shifting in the low light.
Before I can reach out and feel the pebbled texture of his skin, he leans down, kissing and nipping at my throat, biting down on my neck with a warm huff of his breath. Releasing me and dragging his nose along the column of my throat.
“Fuck, Penny, you smell so good.” He growls, his chest rumbling under my fingertips.
I need him everywhere. I need him more than I need air, and this tease only makes the throbbing between my legs more insistent and painful. A whimper catches in my throat, and his muscles go taut, hands slipping under my dress.
Asher’s palms are warm, the scales feel like a soft massage as they glide up my thighs, making me quiver and shake with anticipation.
None of my other heats were this bad. I’ve never felt this level of desire. Usually, it builds over the weekend, and I spend my time riding my toys until I pass out from exhaustion, order some delivery and repeat. It really makes sense if you think about it. Part of me has been waiting for him.
I don’t deny the fact I’ve been thinking about him while riding a certain fantasy-themed toy, but nothing compares to the real thing.
“Asher.” I whimper, my body twitching as his thick fingers tease at my entrance, dipping between my folds like he’s testing the waters. “I don’t know how much more I can?—”
“Tell me what you need,” he says, pulling his hands away long enough to slide my panties down my thighs and tossing them onto the floor by the dark wood coffee table. He’s exploring again immediately, teasing and stretching me wide with a long drag of his fingers.
“More of that.”
Asher sits back, staring down at me like I’m a work of art. There isn’t a moment when I feel I need to shrink or cover myself. There’s no judgement, only a look I can only describe as worship.
“I’ve been tested recently, but I also have condoms, if it would make you feel more comfortable.”
“I’m not worried. I have an IUD, and I get regular checkups. So, we’re good to go.”
Between watching his gorgeous shoulders flex as he moves and the slow teasing, I’m about ready to just pounce on him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, his eyes finding mine, black swallowing the gold in his eyes, rendering him closer to a demon than I have ever seen.
“Yes.” I rush out, “Don’t you? You can tell me if you changed your mind.”
“No.” He shakes his head, his brows furrowing, “No, Penny. I need to know, because,” he swallows, “as soon as I feel you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
