“Theron,” I whisper, Heat pools low in my stomach, the wetness between my thighs... It’s not from the water.
“Mm?” he hums, his nose gliding up the curve of my neck.
Another whimper escapes me, my skin prickling in response to his touch. I feel like I’m melting, piece by piece.
“Whenever I... touch myself,” I admit, my voice shaky, “it feels good, but... I don’t know how to take it further.”
He growls, the sound rough and primal. His strong arms wrap around me, and his paws cup the curve of my arse as he lifts me.
Water cascades off both of us, the droplets falling into the stream echo in the room, and I cling to him instinctively. My legs wrap around his hips, and I press tightly against him as he lowers us both to sit back in the stream. I can’t even close my legs around him.
“Where do you touch yourself, my beautiful mate?” he asks. He settles me on his lap, my chest pressed against his, my heart hammering as I look into his eyes.
My thighs are spread open on either side of him, and I feel so exposed. I know Theron sees, but his gaze remains locked on mine, not straying, not pushing. He understands. He knows I want to explore this, but at my own pace. That silent understanding eases some of my nerves, though it doesn’t calm the need building inside me.
I’m so aroused right now, it’s staggering. His cock—rigid and thick—standsbetween us, and my breath hitches as I glance at it. A bead of white trails down the length, and I swallow hard.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, I lower my hand between my thighs. “Here,” I whisper, brushing my fingers over the spot that makes my legs jerk.
Theron’s eyes drop to my hand, his expression completely focused, his mouth parting as if he’s forgotten how to breathe. “Your clit,” he says, his voice low and husky.
A wave of mortification washes over me. “Don’t say it out loud!” I hiss, yanking my hand away.
He catches my wrist before I can escape, his grip firm, but not enough to hurt. Bringing my hand to his mouth, he inhales, his chest rising with the motion. My eyes widen, heat crawling up my neck.
Oh . . .oh.
When he licks my fingers, I swear I see his eyes roll back.
“You are sinfully delicious,” he growls.
I blink in disbelief, my heart pounding wildly.
“Let me,” he says, his paw sliding down to replace my hand.
I don’t even have time to process his words before his finger glides over the spot I touched, gently pressing. A jolt of intense pleasure shoots through me, and a small cry escapes my lips.
“Goddesses,” I whisper, my thighs trembling as I grip his shoulders, fingers tangling in his wet fur.This—this is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Just like that, my dove,” he breathes. “Let me show you how good it can feel.”
It feels . . . incredible. Yes,yes.
His finger shifts, sliding back, brushing over my entrance. My body clenches, and my breath catches as his gaze lifts to study me, hooded and dark.
“My mate,” he pants, his voice strained.
He pulls me closer. My breasts flatten against his chest, the solid warmth of him surrounding me. I barely notice when he moves, his cock now nestled between my arse cheeks, and suddenly, I’m keenly aware of just howbighe is. I’m literally parted.
Theron’s large paws grip my hips as he begins to guide me back and forth. The friction builds instantly, and I lean into his mane, letting its softness anchor me as we move together. Each time my clit brushes against the base of his hard knot, a moan slips from my lips.
Theron’s breaths come heavy, matching my own. His paws glide me faster, urging me over his thick cock, and I let him.Goddesses, this feels so incredibly good. My head spins with it, my body completely overtaken. I pant into his mane, my forehead pressed against him, the strong, rapid beat of his heart pounding against my chest and forehead.
The sensations, the sounds we make, his deep growls with my breathless cries. Somewhere through the haze, I hear his voice, saying something about how incredible it feels. I can’t make out the words, but I agree completely.
The pleasure coils tightly, building higher until I think I might shatter. I grip his fur desperately as the pressure becomes too much.
“Theron,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I... I??—”
