Page 47 of Dream in Darkness
She arches her back, pushing her ass into me, and her tail wraps around my upper thigh.
All the women I’ve been with have had tails similar to mine. Fluffy and large, I’ve always felt like they were in the way, but Yasmeena’s feels so much more expressive. Just like her fingers and hands and limbs, it moves with her, pulling me closer into her naked form.
My hands move to her shoulders, rubbing them for a few moments, before I slowly shift down to cup her breasts. They’re supple and soft, and I pinch her piercing-hard nipples.
“Hey,” she lets out, her voice heavy.
“Hey.” I brush my lips against her neck, bringing them up so I can bite her ear. She moans again in response, and I can feel my core pulse with need.
I have never been so grateful to be tall.
My fingertips traipse down the muscular planes of her perfect stomach as I inch myself closer, gently tracing her pussy.
Instantly, I regret not trimming my claws. It’s possible I’m going to need them when I take out the half-demon, but I don’t even care. It would be worth it to feel how wet she is right now.
I choose to tease her entrance instead, careful not to scratch,and she moans when I finally circle her clit. Arching back into me, Yasmeena’s entire body writhes with pleasure.
She’s unnervingly beautiful like this. The way she’s standing on the balls of her feet, the curve of her back, how her eyes flutter open and closed.
My fingers work her in a feverish rhythm, yet I’m desperate for more. More of her body, her attention, her time. All I can do is covet her, but I want to worship her.
Yasmeena cries out my name, her entire body undulating, and a new feeling rushes through me, like an injection into my bloodstream: fear. Not just any fear, but fear of the unrequited.
The door to the bathhouse creaks open and my hand instinctively shifts to cover Yasmeena’s mouth. Pulling her into me, I press my ass against the glass door, hoping to conceal her body with mine.
“Tempest,” Lilian says from outside the door. I hope she can’t tell how heavily I’m breathing.
“Yeah?” I say, trying really hard not to sound irritable without reason. I don’t know Lilian enough to hate her, though that seems to be my default around here.
“Have you seen Yasmeena?”
“Nope,” I say, a little too chipper.
“Weird. Okay, thank you,” she says, and the door closes behind her.
I take my hand off of Yasmeena’s mouth, shock wracking through me at Lilian’s appearance, yanking me out of my lust-fueled haze.
“I should probably go,” Yasmeena says, and I nod.
“Probably.” I hold her hand in mine, not wanting to let her.
“Thank you?” she says, as if unsure.
One corner of my mouth curls up into a smirk. “Anytime.”
Yasmeena opens the shower door and gets out, drying herself off with one of the fluffy towels before slipping out the door, and I turn the water temperature to cold, letting it wash my heated emotions away.
I’m not sure how we got here, but my brain can’t decipher lust from genuine affection right now.Fuck my life.
Getting out of the shower, I dry myself off before slipping on my clothes. There’s a strange sound coming from outside the bathhouse, but I try to ignore it as I look at myself in one of the mirrors.
I look like a wet dog. A horny, angry wolf who just crossed a very serious line with her fake fiancé. Maybe this changes nothing, but I’m terrified it changes everything.
Opening the door, I catch Baelor leaning against the exterior wall of the bathhouse.
“You were in there for a while,” he quips, and I furrow my brows.
“Why are you out here?”
