Page 54 of Wedding the Werepanther

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Kayla

The most amazing orgasm to ever orgasm shakes my body as I grind down on Shadow’s face, his clever tongue fluttering over my pulsing clit. I scream, head tipped back, toes curling.

He groans, deep and feral, and bucks below me.

Oh, my god. Did he just come from eating me out?

All coherent thought disappears as shivers of desire radiate from my clit to tear through me, sending my orgasm rocketing back to dizzying heights. It goes on and on, the pleasure so intense I can’t catch my breath. I slump forward, head resting on the headboard, unable to stay fully upright even as my body continues to ride his face. The press of his fangs, the flick of his tongue, the way he twists his fingers inside mejustright.

I must black out, because the next thing I know, I’m lying on my side cradled in Shadow’s arms.

“Hello, beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my nose, my forehead, my cheek. “You’ve now officially climaxed with another person without a toy. How do you feel?”

I open my mouth but don’t know what to say. I’m dizzy in the very best of ways. The werepanther’s turned my entire world upside down. All the derision Bradley had for my vibrator dissolves under the heat of Shadow’s smile. I was never broken. Bradley was an asshat, who never bothered to learn what would give me pleasure.

But Shadow…

A delighted shiver travels up my spine as I remember him growling at me to ride his face, to take exactly what I wanted.

“I feel good.” The words are simple but true. I stretch, enjoying the satisfying ache of my thighs, my body more relaxed than it’s ever been. “Really,reallygood.”

He smiles, and there’s a hint of his usual smug smirk in it, but there’s also a warmth in his eyes that takes my breath away.

“You came, too,” I whisper, staring at the wet spot darkening the front of his pants. “Or did I imagine it?”

“I came.”

“But how? I didn’tdoanything.”

“Kayla.” Shadow tilts my chin upward until I meet his eyes. “You just made one of my dearest fantasies come true.”

I freeze. Shadow—gorgeous, sexy as hell Shadow—has dreamed about me riding his face.

I shake off my daze to say, “I want to do something for you, too.”

“Something?” he teases.

“You know.” I wave a hand, cheeks turning red. God, why is this so hard? I’m take-charge in other areas of my life, but sex has always been difficult. “Sex stuff.”

“Say it, my dirty girl,” he growls into my ear. “Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”

“I wanna see your dick,” I say, as if I really am this Kayla he sees, this dirty girl who’s not afraid to ask for what she wants.

“Is that all?”

“I wanna touch it. I wanna kiss it.” I’ve never said anything like this in my life, but his reaction is everything I could ever dream of.

“You’re so damned sexy,” he groans and drags his thumb across my lower lip. Then he cups his noticeable bulge. “Look what you do to me.”

Note to self: werepanther refractory time equals one minute.

As if they have minds of their own, my hands stroke the muscles of his chest, then lower. He’s so hard everywhere, so perfectly defined I can feel every single section of his six-pack.

Shadow growls when my fingers drift to the button of his leather pants. Then his hands cover mine. “Wait. You need to know my seed has an aphrodisiac effect.”

“Horny juice?” My eyes go wide as I clap a hand over my mouth. One of the orc books we read for book club had horny juice. It always seemed like a great idea. Men get to have their little purple pills. Why shouldn’t women enjoy the same?