As if to prove his point, he grabbed her ass and pulled her flush against him, and ground his cock against her core. The barbs dragged against her, an obscenely delicious pressure in allthe right places, and…fuck. A strangled moan slipped from her throat.
She couldn’t help it; her hips rolled, chasing that friction. The barbs caught against her clit with every movement. He was right, it didn’t hurt, it felt fucking amazing. Better even than his tongue.
The sound Felix made was guttural, and his claws slid out, points pressing into her skin, not breaking it, but reminding her who was touching her.
Still, she didn’t slow down; she ground against his shaft until she felt sweet pressure building and building. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. She so badly wanted to feel him inside of her. To feel full of him.
“Felix, please, I want you inside of me.” The words came out as a desperate plea.
“Soon, I promise, little witch.”
Instead, she felt the ghost of his tail, sleek fur brushing up against herotherhole. A gasp ripped from her throat as Felix retracted his claws and brought his fingers between her thighs, before two of his fingers plunged into her pussy without warning. She speared herself onto them, chasingmore.
His fingers plunged in and out, the obscene wet sounds filling the space between them. When she opened her mouth to cry out, his other hand was there, two fingers pushing past her lips and pressing down on her tongue, muffling the sound.
“You’re taking them so fucking well, kitten. I fucking love how you grind against my cock.” His voice was rough in her mind.
She kept riding the waves of pleasure until she was almost there, almost at the fucking edge.
The whine that tore from her throat was pitiful. His laugh in response was dark, pleased. Bastard. She was going to kill him. Right after he made her come.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please what?”
“Please fucking fill me.”
“You dirty fucking witch.” His tail circled her ass once more, mercilessly teasing her before it tested the tip of her tight hole. The stretch was unfamiliar, almost too much before her body adjusted to it. But when a thumb came down on her clit, all coherent thoughts fled her mind.
Words left her mouth, but they weren’t words anymore, just sounds.So fucking full. I feel so fucking full.Her body lit up, almost combusting.
Utter bliss rocked through her as everything moved all at once. His tail in her ass, his fingers in her pussy, pumping in and out, his fingers filling her mouth. In and out. In and out. She was going to shatter.
He used the fingers inside her to pull her forward, grinding his barbed cock against her again. He brought her closer and closer to the edge, until she tumbled over it. A silent cry came out of her mouth as she completely came apart around him, pussy clamping down on his fingers as she shook. Pleasure racked her body in waves, her grip finding Felix’s hair and gripping on for dear fucking life.
“Fuck, Avery, that’s my good fucking girl.”
Felix shuddered beneath her, and she felt the hot spill of his release on her stomach.
Their hearts pounded together as she collapsed forward onto his shoulder. The dragon’s fire continued to rain down across the sky.
How the fuck could she ever let him walk away?
Thirty
Felix
“Really, a witch? How original,”Felix said to Avery as she spread out her costume on the bed. From what he could see, it was a little black dress. The pointed hat sat beside it, the brim slightly bent at its tip. A pitiful growl rumbled in his throat at the thought of the others looking at what was his. He had planned to attend as Avery’s familiar, but in that dress, he would dress up as a brick wall to block any wandering eyes. Even worse, at the back of his mind, his instincts tingled that something bad might happen. Perhaps he could tempt her to stay with a tongue party instead. What a shame that they would miss it.
Avery scoffed at his comment. “Well, that’s what Maya chose for Spirit Night, so that’s what Maya gets.”
She was hiding it well, but a flicker of sadness came down the bond. It really was a shame Maya was a witch; she reminded him of his sister. They would probably get along. If things were different, a different world, he would have even invited her and Avery back to the den. What a fucking fantasy that was.
“Why do you call it spirit night? Isn’t it just Halloween?” he asked.
Avery fake-gasped. “How dare you?” she said. “They arenothingalike.”
Felix gave her a look. And she couldn’t keep up the facade.
