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One of these being an AirBnB that was just five minutes away from where we were standing earlier, owned by a SuperHost and - the best thing of all - offers instant booking.
I had a feeling the King wouldn't be familiar with hotel alternatives, but what I didn't expect was Michalis prowling around like a wolf that's been shipped to a new...cage.
"We can still cancel if it doesn't meet your approval," I say nervously. All I was shamefully thinking earlier was getting to the place with the nearest bed—-
"This will do."
I look at him with cautious optimism. "Really?"
His answer is to sweep me up in his arms, and a breathless laugh escapes me when he uses a burst of preternatural speed that has us in the master's bedroom in a blink.
Oh my gooooooooodness.
He really isn't wasting time now, since I'm already flat on my back on the bed in another blink, and desire like nothing else I've ever experienced burns in the pit of my stomach when I see him already kneeling between my legs, his fingers busy unbuttoning his shirt.
"Fuck."
The accent-thickened word makes me whimper. His voice is honestly the sexiest thing I've ever heard—-
"I want to do this properly," the King rasps out. "But you're making it hard for me to stay sane."
Since his words are already making me moan and writhe, I don't think I can bear to do this 'properly' either. My desire-clouded gaze lifts up to his, and I find myself saying something I never thought I would ever have the guts to say in this life.
"Just fuck me. Please—-"
A growl escapes him, and then I'm the one who's crying out as the King shifts into a beast before my very eyes, and this form of his is just so, so immensely big my legs end up falling wide open on the bed.
Oh! My! God!
Is this what preter sex means? I mean, sure, I love reading about anthropomorphic sex, but this is my first time, and—-aaaaaah!
The wolf's claws make short furious work of my clothes, and ripped pieces of fabric are still falling away from my trembling,nakedbody when the King shifts back into his human form, and he's also completely, gloriously naked.
"It was faster that way..." His tone is matter-of-fact, but the gleam in his eyes says differently.
Oh, he so knew.
He could've prepared me, could've let me know he just wants a quicker way of getting rid of our clothes, but he knew saying nothing would've scared the daylights out of me, and that's exactly what happened.
A smirk curves over his lips, and the sight makes me want to blow and punch him at the same time.
God, I'm such a perv.
Is this just me or is this the result of only having seen my first naked man in real life after three decades?
Just gazing at all those smooth, hard muscles of his is making me so embarrassingly wet, and why oh why did Inevereven think to imagine that the King would have the most amazing chest hair?
It's centered mostly around his upper chest while leaving his beautiful rock-hard abs completely uncovered, and just the sight of it has my fingers itching. Can I touch it? Can I? Can I?
The King suddenly releases a low growl that has my toes curling even as my startled gaze flies up to his.
"You can do more than look, Catalina."
Ooooooh.
It's almost like he's reading my mind, but I know he can't be. Shifters aren't telepathic, and because L'Alliance has been pretty clear about that (the husband of Fae Queen Estrella doesn't count, since he's more an ancient beast than an actual shifter)—-
Doesn't the fact that the King is so attuned to my thoughts mean that God has answered my prayers?
