“Aaron.”
“I know.” I don’t move.
“You’re—“ She can’t finish it.
“Iknow.” My forehead is still pressed to hers. Her breath is uneven against my mouth.
Her eyes go to the door behind her. Then back to me. “Are we actually?—“
I press my palm flat against the wood beside her head. Blue-gold light pulses out of my fingers and seals the closet in a perfect dome of my magic. The bare bulb flickers once as it draws on me, then steadies.
I smirk at her. “Quieting spell. No one can hear us.” I reach up and flip the lock on the doorknob.
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Aaron
“W
e are in a magical dome, baby,” I murmur. “No one can hear, or smell us in here.”
“Aaron.” It comes out all breathy and her knees wobble against mine.
“Do you know how annoying it is,” I murmur, dipping my face into the side of her neck and inhaling right above the claim mark, “that every shifter in this building can scent what I can’t. They know when I think about you. I can’t hide it. I can’t even lie about it. Seth told me to get my fucking lust under control because he was tired of smelling it.”
“Aaron—“
“And I can’t scent you back.” I pull away enough to look at her, my voice rough. “I can’t tell if you’re as bad off as I am. I’ve been in here pacing like a goddamn fool.”
Her pupils are blown wide and her lips are parted. Her tail has come up and is brushing slow against the side of my thigh.
I kiss her. My mouth opens over hers hungry. Her hands fist in the front of my shirt. She makes a sound into my mouth thatis one hundred percent lioness. My other hand finds her breast through the dress, and I squeeze. She whimpers into my mouth.
I pull back just enough to breathe against her lips. “I’m craving you like a mad man, Mara. I can’t turn it off, I don’t know what’s happening?—“
“Aaron, I think I have an idea why?—“
Her tail slides around my hip and brushes against the front of my pants. I hiss and my hand comes down and slaps her tail away hard enough that the tassel snaps against my thigh as it goes. Her tail stiffens, shocked, and backs off an inch.
“Aaron—“ she says, chiding.
“I’ll be sweet to her later.” I’m already unbuttoning my pants. “I need inside younow.”
“Aaron—“
I shove my pants down enough to get myself free. My dick is already hard enough to hurt. I stroke it slow, and she watches me do it with her mouth open. Her eyes go half-lidded. Her tail is back against my thigh again and I don’t push it away this time.
I hook my hand under her knee and kick her legs apart. She helps, balancing, lifting her hip. I shove the hem of her dress up her thighs, find her panties already damp through the cotton, and drag them down her legs. She steps out of one side, then the other, and the panties fall somewhere between our feet. I’m not picking them up. They can stay where they landed. I’d burn them.
I drag the head of my dick through her slit, slow, from her entrance up to her clit and back down.
“Aaron—“
She’s so fucking wet it coats me on one pass. My brain whites out. I do it again, up and down, smearing her all over me, getting my dick good and messy with her, and the next pass I slide the head just inside her entrance and pull right back out.
She whimpers. Her tail is around my waist, her hands are gripping my shoulders so hard I feel her claws. My knees lock.
I grab her by the underside of her ass and lift, dig my fingers in hard enough she gasps, and her legs wrap around me automatically, ankles locking at the small of my back. I line my dick up. She shifts her hips a fraction to meet me and I drive up into her in one long push.
