I start playing with the bottom of my dress, showing another inch or two of thigh. It takes everything he has not to look.
“Humans don’t have that law,” I say as I flick open a button on my chest, revealing some cleavage. This time, he can’t look away. His eyes dart to it and he clenches his jaw.
“Wolves do,” he says, his voice as tight as a bowstring. “And it’s sacred.”
“If we follow human law,” I say, flicking another button, and another, “we can have all sorts of fun. Right now. And we won’t need the damn moon to give us permission.”
“It’s sacred,” he says, trembling.
I pull up my dress and run my hand over my aching sex. “So is this.”
“Gods,” he whispers as he watches me rubbing myself over my underwear.
I feel kind of bad for him, but it feels too good to stop.
“What if we use our mouths?” I ask. “Will that anger the Gods?”
“Yes.”
I arch back and start massaging my breasts as I rub my pussy. “I don’t fear any Gods…”
He swallows hard as he tries not to look.
“What I fear,” he says with those broad shoulders trembling, “is the Gods denying our bond. I won’t do anything to displease them and give them a chance to turn down what would make me the happiest shifter in all of the land. If we break their sacred law, they may deny the mark. I cannot risk that.”
“So, we’re not allowed to touch,” I say, unable to stop my naughty hands. “Do the Gods say anything about watching?”
He takes a long moment before he answers. “No.”
I grin as a wicked part of me takes over. “Alright then, let’s have some fun.”
His back stiffens. His sexy eyes are half-arousal, half-panic as I stand up and pull down my panties. I let them slip to my feet and then I kick them off, right at him. They land on his shoulder and he looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.
I sit back down on his throne, spread my legs, and slowly pull my dress up.
“Gods…” he whispers as he watches with a dark gaze. “You are a wicked temptress sent to test my will. A shifter can only take so much.”
I lick my lips and grin, loving being called that. A wicked temptress. He hasn’t seen anything yet.
With a pull of my hand, I raise my dress, showing himeverything.
A low possessive growl rumbles out of his throat as he sees me exposed for the first time. His eyes are locked on my throbbing pussy and I’m not sure if he’s going to run up here and defy the Gods or turn around and flee out of the room.
Instead, he just watches with those sexy, lust-filled eyes, barely breathing, unable to even blink.
“Six days,” I say as I start to rub my pussy, sliding my fingers over my slick folds. “Six days and you can dowhateveryou want to me. Whatever you want tothis.”
I’m killing him, I know. But I can’t stop. I am a wicked temptress after all…
“You can put that big, thick cock in my mouth,” I say, opening wide and licking my lips. “You can rub it on here,” I say, pulling my dress down, revealing my naked breasts. “Or, you can slide it into my tight little pussy.” He growls as I slide two fingers in and arch my back with a moan.
He starts shaking as he stands there with his back straight, arms behind him, watching as I finger myself.
“Mmmm,” I moan as I pull my fingers out. They’re dripping with cream. “Want a taste?”
He sniffs the air, scenting my arousal, but he doesn’t move.
I slide them into my mouth and suck them clean, my eyes locked on his while I do it.
