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Samantha:Are your brothers home? I don’t want them to see me sneaking in and start asking questions.
I understand her concern. It is best if we keep this rendezvous a secret from the others.
Me:Zev is here, but has been in his room since he got home from work. Axil is next door with Vanessa, and Kyan won’t be home until late. I will let you in through the side door. That’s the closest entry to my wing of the house.
Zev is sure to catch a whiff of her scent while she is here, but he will likely assume it is just another female I have wooed.
My palms begin to sweat as the dots reappear on the screen. I get to see Samantha tonight. My draxilio trills deep within my throat. He is very much looking forward to this.
Samantha:Perfect. See you soon.
Time goes by painfully slowly, but two hours after her last text, Samantha shows up at the side door, offering me a shy smile as she steps inside and quietly follows me up the steps to my bedroom.
Closing and locking the door behind her, I turn to find Samantha standing in the middle of my room, her arms crossed over her chest, and looking around at the many books that line my shelves.
She wears a short-sleeved floral dress with buttons that stop at the top of her rib cage. It hangs loosely on her voluptuous form and lands just above her knees. The dress does nothing to accentuate her curves, which feels almost criminal, and my hands flex to tear it off.
Her gaze eventually lands on me, and we both chuckle at the thick tension that fills the room. “So…” she trails off shyly, taking a step toward me.
“So…” I reply, taking a step in her direction. “How is your fam–”
I am interrupted when, suddenly, her lips are pressed against mine and her supple body is in my arms. A groan rips from my throat at the first swipe of her smooth tongue against mine. The scent of her perfume fills my lungs, and I wish to learn the name of it so I can spray it all over my belongings, keeping this part of her here with me always. Her small fingers tangle and pull at my hair as mine dig into the soft globes of her ass.
“Wait,” she mutters breathlessly as she pulls away. Gently, she lifts my glasses off my nose and places them on my nightstand. “You don’t actually need those, right?”
I shake my head. “No, but I look good in them, do I not?”
Samantha’s deep brown eyes swirl with heat. “You look very good in them.” She pauses as she tilts her head to the side. “But I’ve already had this version of you. I want the real you.”
My chest tightens with nerves at her request. “You mean you want me to unmask?” Unmasking in front of a human is not something I have done before. It is not something I ever planned to do in front of anyone but my mate.
She is your mate,my draxilio sends me through our mental link.
She is not,I send back.
She already knows the truth,he replies, and I find it difficult to argue that point. Samantha knows I am not human. I suppose there is no harm in letting her see me as I truly am.
“Yes, please,” she says and takes a step back as her eyes travel down my body.
I am powerless to say no when she looks at me like that––as if I am a prize she has just won.
Closing my eyes, I let go of the mask I wear every day. Each part of my head and neck relaxes as the pale color of my skin fades to a rich cerulean, and the sensation travels all the way down to my toes. There is a gentle tickling sensation when my horns poke through my forehead and curl back over my skull.
Most of the time, I forget that I am masking, as the practice requires little effort beyond being awake, but there is a deep sense of satisfaction the moment I let it go. It is similar to the grinding of teeth, in the way that it can be happening without me noticing, but once I do notice and actively try to stop, the release creates a feeling of lightness and ease.
“Wow,” Samantha whispers in awe. Her mouth hangs open at the sight of me in my natural flightless form. Her hand goes to her chest and rests over her heart. “You are…” she pauses as her gaze drifts over my face and horns, “truly beautiful.”
My cheeks grow hot at her praise. It is a relief knowing she is not frightened by me in this form. I did not expect her to be since she was not scared when she first learned what we truly are, but it is difficult to predict human reactions. They are a weak people and easily terrified.
“Mmm,” Samantha moans softly as she steps back into my arms and runs her fingers along my cheekbones and jaw. When the pad of her thumb swipes across my bottom lip, I open and catch it between my teeth. She sucks in a breath as she watches me nibble and suck on the tip of her finger until she pulls her hand away and kisses me hard.
We stumble in a clumsy circle as we tear at each other’s clothes, and once they are in a heap at our feet, Samantha pushes against my chest until the back of my legs bump into the chair by the window, and I fall into it. “This is how you want it?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she says as she climbs onto my lap, straddling me, and holds her soaking wet folds just above the engorged head of my aching cock.
There are many things I want to do in this moment. So many ways I have fantasized about touching her. The countless times I have stroked my cock to the memory of her nipples, their deep brown shade, and the way they pebbled against my tongue that night. The taste of her skin as I planted a trail of kisses across the lower, softer part of her belly, moving down to the downy curls that cover her cunt. But Samantha seems to be in a rush to take me deep inside her, and I would never deprive her of such things.
“Need you,” she pants as she wraps her fingers around my cock and strokes down to the base. “Hold the fucking phone,” she says, jerking back with a shocked expression. “You have ridges?”
