I wonder just how much my artist will like this little trick of mine…
My tail snakes up his leg, wrapping gently around his balls. I apply varying amounts of pressure, each moan or gasp of his enjoyment only making my own grow.
“I’m close—don’t stop!” I toss my head back, sliding one hand up, allowing my fingertips to intertwine with his soft hair.
Bringing his face closer to mine, he moans into my ear. “Where do you want me to?—”
I grip his hair tighter, pulling his head back and looking into his eyes. “You stay right where you are, my artist.”
He doesn’t argue, my tail still fondling his balls as he angles me lower, allowing himself to hit me even deeper. Each thrust is cracking the walls down, my orgasm nearly boiling over.
But I want us to finish at the same time, Godsdamn it.
My tail’s pressure around him increases, and his balls tighten beneath me. He’s almost there, but so am I.
With a few final strong rolls of his hips, my walls come crashing down, pure ecstasy erupting through me. My orgasm practically milks his from him, his load filling me.
Slowly, he lifts me, an emptiness rushing through me as his cock withdraws. Holy hells, isthiswhat sex is like with your fated mate? There’s no longer any doubt in my mind that I am so connected to him for that reason.
As he lowers me, I move with him—I don’t really want to fall ass-first onto the rocks. My first foot finds the ground, his hands steadying me as my other foot joins it. Our chests rise and fall fast and in sync, and all I can do is stare at him.
He wears a more serious expression, intensity embedded in his eyes. His forehead finds mine as he leans over, warmth radiating from each place our skin connects. My hands on his arms, his on my sides.
“Don’t worry…” I try to speak as I catch my breath. “There won’t be any half-demon children anytime soon.”
He chuckles, the muscles in his face shifting as he smiles. “I wasn’t worrying…but why’s that?”
My heart skips a beat, my mind going blank for a moment. He isn’t worried about the potential risk of having ababywith me? It isn’t a possibility, at least right now.
“Shadow demons can only have children through magic—a witch has to unlock our fertility, since before we were integrated with humanity, we only had children when we retired from our…duties.”
He nods against me gently, his voice soft. “So, if you wanted them one day, you have the option.”
“Yes, but I don’t think I want any…” I admit, my breath still shaky, only now it’s from nerves.
Butwhyam I nervous right now?
Why is a future with him the only thing on my mind?
His hands rub my sides, pulling me closer. “That’s totally your call.”
I relax into him, my shoulders falling and my arms warm as they’re squished between us. My head rests against his chest, and for the first time in my entire life…I feel safe.
Even during my years living in Harmony Glen, which is as peaceful as can be, I haven’t ever felt 100 percent safe. There was always fear about my past catching up to me, the things I did before integrating.
And the fear of my brother coming along and fucking it all up, which I no longer need to worry about.
My tail wraps around his thigh, loosely this time, and I whisper, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he whispers back, giving me a squeeze.
“Did you mean what you said?” I ask, hoping he gets what I mean.
He lets out a chuckle. “About you being able to tell me anything?”
“No, not that.” I bite my lip, debating if I say any more. Fuck it, I need to. “When you called me your muse.”
There’s hardly a second of hesitation from him before he blurts, “Yes.”
