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But he’s not more experienced. I think if I don’t hurry up he’s going to get there without any help from me.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ty
I’ve touched myself like this a thousand times, probably more. Never did it feel a fraction this good. Just her hand on me makes me grit my teeth to keep from coming.
And a moment ago, when she licked me, tasted my essence, and seemed to enjoy it? How could that not go down as the best moment of my life?
“Fuck!” I shout, when she circles my cockhead with her lips and slides onto me as far as she can reach.
It’s too fucking good! I’m going to come and we haven’t even gotten started yet. I grip her head, not meaning to force her. I just don’t know what to do with myself.
As soon as I realize this might not be considered polite behavior, I release her, then stand with my hands at my sides, my claws flicking in and out as I slide into a dreamy haze of lust.
My female is sucking me, allowing me into her precious body with her only thought that of providing me pleasure. How did such an amazing thing happen to me?
Oh! And her tongue. It’s swirling on the rim. Circling, circling, teasing me. Does she want me to spill into her? Surely she wouldn’t want that.
Gods! Her tongue is licking that spot. That little spot that is the geographical center of my body’s pleasure. Does she know I can’t hold on forever? Not with her doingthat.
She’s pulling off. Did I accidentally prick her with my claws?
“Let yourself come, babe. Take the edge off.”
It takes me long seconds to parse through her meaning. By the time I realize she wants me to come in her mouth, she’s swallowed me deep again and her head is bobbing on my shaft so fast and hard it creates an urgency I almost can’t control.
No matter how hard I try to hold back, when she gently grips my balls, I spill into her, my loud bark sounding more like a canine than a male with tiger DNA. It’s only after the first burst of pleasure that a more tiger-like growl echoes through the bathroom.
I’ve tried to hold back, but my hips pump into her as I palm her head, trying not to force myself too deep, but unable to hold back from wringing the rest of my pleasure from the most blissful experience of my life.
My knees are bent, my body sagging. I can barely stand when I open my eyes and watch her pull off me, clearly reluctant to let me go even after I’m spent. Her tongue makes a final circle around my cockhead, as if she’s seeking every last delicious drop, before she pulls off me and gives me her brightest smile.
“That was grrreat,” she says, still smiling as she leans forward and plops the tenderest kiss on the head of my now-softening cock.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Olivia
I blew his mind. He’s swaying on his feet and can barely stand. His pupils are blown. Me, on the other hand, I could run a marathon. Well, I could run a marathon as long as the finish line ends up being in bed with his head, or cock, or maybe both in quick succession between my legs.
There must be a large water heater in this Quonset, because steam is still rising around us, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and desire.
“Don’t bother to wipe that stunned look of desire off your face,” I tell him. It’s so adorable it makes me want him even more, which is saying a lot, because giving him so much pleasure has me dripping wet.
“As soon as you quit swaying on your feet, you’re going to join me in that shower, discover all the intimate places on my body, and then put all that newfound knowledge to work on that big, wide bed in the other room.”
It’s like there are two parts of him, the shy Ty who dips his head, and the alpha male who rises to his full height, stabs me with a predatory gaze, lifts me as though I weigh nothing, and sweeps me into the shower.
He whirls us in a circle, getting us partially wet, and then sets me down. Before waiting another second, he leans to plunder my lips as the water cascades down on us. His burred tongue laps at mine, then he pulls back just enough to nip my bottom lip with those ferocious fangs.
Liquid sluices down my legs. I’m not certain whether it’s the warm water, or my own cream drenching me from what is already the most erotic moment of my life.
His furred fingers curl around my shoulders, tugging me tight as though he never wants to release me. I feel the distinct prick of his claws and am in the process of assessing whether it’s pleasure or pain when he chuffs and retreats until his back is against the far wall.
“I—I think I cut you.” His gaze is flicking from one of my shoulders to the other as he assesses me for damage.
His eyes round in that gorgeous face and his gaze focuses on my right shoulder. Turning my head, I see a pinprick of blood.
