My bear growls with satisfaction and need. “Good girl.”
The cute panties are an obstacle I no longer need, and with one quick motion, I extend a claw and slash the fabric. She gasps, blinking at my hand between her legs.
“Did you… Do you have… claws?” Her voice is shaky, but curious.
Goldie is human, and while shifters aren’t uncommon, we tend to keep to ourselves. She may never have encountered one before.
I cock my head to the side, examining the soft mound of flesh and trail of blond hair leading to the apex of her thighs. Fuck she’s perfect.
“Claws, yes,” I murmur, brushing my knuckle against her swollen clit. “And sharp teeth. And a wicked tongue.”
Goldie moans, distracted by the finger I press slowly inside her.
“Fuck, sweetness,” I growl. “You’re soaked for me.”
I pull my finger out just as slowly and bring it to my mouth, needing to taste her. She watches with hooded eyes as I bring the glistening digit into my mouth and groan.
“Tastes like the sweetest honey. I knew you’d be delicious.”
My plan was to make her come on my fingers, but the taste of her makes me fucking feral. Scooting back just enough to bend down, I drop my mouth to her sweet pussy and lick from her ass to her clit. Goldie’s hips jerk up, and her back arches as she moans for me.
“Kieran,” she whimpers when I suck her clit into my mouth.
I’m instantly addicted to the sound of my name on her lips. “Yes, Goldie?”
She moans again when I continue. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckle between her legs, nipping at her inner thighs. “Never.”
7
GOLDIE
Isquirm when Kieran’s lips return to my pussy, his tongue dipping into my needy hole, his nose bumping against my swollen clit.
“Give me more,” he demands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
“Oh,” I whimper when he exchanges his tongue for one long finger, claws thankfully retracted.
“Want another finger, my Goldie?” Kieran asks reverently. All I can do is nod, my head bobbing like it’s on a spring. “Do you have a greedy little pussy?” he asks next, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. No one has ever talked to me like that, and it’s driving me wild, my tunnel clenching hard over now two of Kieran’s fingers.
He lowers his head again and flicks his tongue over where I need it the most, his fingers twisting to find the spot that makes my hips arch while I emit the most embarrassing squeal in history.
“That’s it,” Kieran chuckles, his hot breath teasing my sensitive core. “Show me how good I make you feel, sweetness.”
“So, so good,” I mumble, my brain struggling to send the right speech signals to my mouth.
My hand finds the back of his head, and I grab onto his hipster manbun, unwinding it and letting his soft brown hair fall loose. Now I can run my fingers through his locks while I pull him in, demanding without words that I need him just like that, rightthere.
“Are you going to come for me, Goldie?” Kieran says darkly, punctuating each word with a brutal pump of his hand.
“Y—yes,” I whimper, holding on to him tighter. He hisses into my pussy, but doesn’t tell me to stop pulling his hair out. Instead, he licks faster, moaning like my taste is ambrosia.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Come right now. I need to fuck you before I blow just from having your taste in my mouth.”
The desperation in his voice pushes me over the edge. Colors burst behind my eyelids as I shut them tight, my mouth falling open in a ragged moan. Kieran’s name escapes my lips in little gasps as I try to catch my breath, the waves rolling over me again and again, his fingers and tongue coaxing the strongest and longest orgasm I’ve ever had out of my body.
“So good,” I whisper as he climbs up my body. My hands instantly move to roam over the naked expanse of his arms and shoulders. When he took his smoldering shirt off in the kitchen, my tongue all but dropped to the floor like in a cartoon. The defined muscle. The golden skin, tanned like he gardens topless all the time. The yummy, yummy tattoos over his flank. Herbs mixed with lines of code, a combination that shouldn’t work, but is somehow so masculine on him.
