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“Told you,” he said softly. “It’s not gross or weird at all.”

“It is.” My hands fisted at my sides. “It’s so ugly, dude.”

“No. It’s not. It’s just a tail, Lark.”

I hadn’t heard him move, but suddenly, big, warm hands were landing gently on my hips. After a pause, he dipped his head to kiss my bare shoulder. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut tighter when pressure welled behind them. My chin wobbled, so I clenched my jaw hard to try and stop it as my breath hitched in my throat a few times.

Seb wrapped his arms around my middle from behind, being mindful of his claws, and pressed himself tightly to my back, flattening my wings between us. My pulse leaped when his hard cock nestled in the crease of my ass, the head resting against the side of my tail. Okay, so… maybe he really didn’t think it was that gross, if he was happy to have his dick pressed against it.

I’d been holding myself stiff and tense, but I found myself slowly relaxing, my head leaning back against his shoulder. Hesitantly, I reached up and rested my hands on the forearms banded around my middle.

“Um… m-my mom used to call it my nub when I was little,” I said shakily, then immediately cringed, wondering why I’d told him something potentially even more embarrassing than the actual tail. “I mean, obviously she hasn’t seen it for a really long time.”

He huffed in amusement. His jaw was resting against my cheek as he hugged me tightly to him. “That’s cute.”

I managed a wobbly smile. “It’s not. It’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing. Nothing about it is embarrassing. You’re…” I heard him swallow. “You’re perfect, Larkin. The tail just means there’s a little more of you to… like.”

“Th-thanks.” I tried to hide my sniffle. Swallowing hard, I admitted, “That’s why I didn’t go in the hot tub with you. I really wanted to, but… I was so worried about someone seeing it. I only got in the pool because they wouldn’t stop hounding me and I was so freaking bored of just sitting there, but it sucked. I was so self-conscious the whole time.”

Seb let out a slow breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise. I would’ve stayed with you.”

I snuffled a watery laugh. “How could you have known, dude?”

“Still, I…” He hesitated. “I thought… I didn’t think you’d want me to hang around and cramp your style while you were with all the wrestlers.”

Something mildly unpleasant jolted through my chest. I shook my head quickly. “No. No way, dude. I… kind of just wanted to hang out with you today.” I flushed as soon as I said it and hurriedly continued. “And besides, I didn’t really want to…”

A few seconds after I’d trailed off, Seb cleared his throat and released me, taking a step back. I wavered a little on my feet, only then realising that I’d been sagging completely back into his sturdy body, and wet my lips nervously as I turned to face him.

“Lark…” He inhaled unsteadily, fingers flexing at his sides. “Can I… kiss you this time?”

My breath hitched. I nodded quickly, already feeling myself leaning into him. He raised his hands and cupped my face, thumbs stroking softly over my cheekbones, then dipped his head to press his lips to mine.

A tiny sound escaped me instantly. I kissed him back eagerly, my hands resting on his solid chest until I slid them up and wrapped my arms around his neck, and I moaned again when our lips parted and our tongues brushed together.

This already felt so weirdly natural with him. Still ridiculously exciting and super hot, but almost comforting at the same time. Our dicks pressed together between our stomachs, mine stiffening back up until it was straining against his. I gasped into his mouth, instinctively arching my hips to rub against him, which made a groan rumble up his throat.

Soon we were back to making out feverishly, thrusting our tongues together and breathing hard against each other’s lips. I clutched at his hair and moaned my approval when he picked me up again, twining my legs around his hips. This time, his bare cock prodded at my balls and slid against them, making my thighs clench tighter around him with a rush of arousal.

He gripped my ass hard as he started to move, and a few seconds later I was being lowered onto my back at the end of the bed, our lips parting for only a second as he followed me down and covered my body with his.

“Mmm.” I kept my legs wrapped around his hips, straining my ass up off the mattress to rub against him. The position kept me open and exposed, and I was hyper aware that if he shifted just a little lower, his cock would slide over my hole. It clenched and tingled at the thought.

Between desperate, messy kisses, I panted, “I w-want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me. Seb…”

He groaned, big shoulders bunched with tension as he held himself above me on his elbows. Leaving my mouth, he trailed frantic kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

“Mmm.” My brows pinched up, lips parting around my hectic breaths as I tilted my neck so he could reach more of it. “S-Seb—”

“We can’t fuck here,” he rasped, voice like gravel. “We need lube. And time. I’m not going to risk hurting you by rushing it, Lark.”

“C-can’t we just use spit?” I asked desperately. I needed to feel it. Especially while he was like this—still in his half-shifted form, with that big fat knot at the base of his cock. I wanted to spread my legs wide and watch him work it inside me.

Seb chuckled breathlessly against my neck and lifted his head to give me a softer, sweeter kiss. “No, we can’t. Spit wouldn’t be enough, and it dries fast.”

Breathing raggedly, I looked down between our bodies. I was still frantically trying to hump against his big dick. “Seb,” I whined, not sure what I was still asking for, but knowing I needed it from him.