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“Sees what’s mine? He won’t,” I assured her as I turned to walk toward the door.
What was mine?
Where the fuck had that come from?
She wasn’t mine.
She wasn’t ever going to be mine.
Mine for the night, for the time being, maybe. But in a casual sort of way.
That strange possessiveness in my voice, in my chest, though, seemed to disagree with all of that.
I had a wad of cash out of my wallet before I even made it to the door. I answered it with my cock straining against the material of my pants, and not giving a single fuck about it.
“That’ll be…” he started, trying to read the receipt pinned to the bag.
“Here. Keep the change,” I said, ripping the plastic-wrapped paper bag out of his grip.
“Whoa. Wait. This is like… over a hundred too much,” the guy said, eyes wide as he looked at the cash.
“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck,” I said, turning to go back into the apartment, dropping the food beside the door, then locking it, before looking up to see if she followed directions.
Sure enough, there she was. With her shirt still around her waist, looking even more flushed than before.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, a smirk tugging at my lips before I reached to yank off my shirt, tossing it onto the ground as I made my way toward her.
It hadn’t escaped me that while I’d gotten to see every fucking inch of her, she hadn’t seen much of me, save for my cock.
So I let her gaze move over me, taking in the indents of my muscles, then the bulge in my jeans, before she worked her way back up.
Only then did I drop down to my knees while yanking her flat onto her back.
My face went between her thighs, tracing my tongue up her pussy through the thin material of her pants.
The sensation must have caught her off-guard because her body stiffened and then arched into the sensation as my tongue worked her clit with the barrier until her hands were pulling my hair, until her thighs were crushing my skull.
Then I pulled back just long enough to get her pants off her legs before diving back in, working her up and through a whimpering orgasm.
I could feel the Change fighting to break free then as she cried out my name on the tail-end of the climax.
Taking a few deep breaths, I pushed it back as I slipped on a condom, then slammed inside of her as I dragged her legs upward off the cushion, working her from a new angle.
Her arms went down under her, bracing some of her weight like she was worried I couldn’t hold her.
Fucking ridiculous.
It wasn’t long, though, until her hands were clutching the cushions, her thighs starting to tremble, as her pussy clenched my cock hard.
Mine, something inside of me growled as her pussy spasmed around me, catching me off-guard, taking me along with her.
And right then, yeah, there was no fucking fighting it.
My tongue forked. My fingertips elongated to talons in her flesh. My horns started to pierce out of my skin.
And as I buried deep on the end of my orgasm, the wings shot out of my back, wide, fierce, uncontrollable.
The problem was, this time, I wasn’t fucking her from behind.
