Page 35 of Sweet Dreams

There was a pinch against my thigh and I looked down, staring at the way his claws were biting into my thighs, even through my jeans.

Slowly, inch by inch, his claws moved up my thighs until they could cross over to the button of my jeans. My skin burned under my clothes, my mouth dry as I considered those long, deadly fingers touching me.

And yet, there was no fear. Only a throbbing anticipation as I leaned back from him and let my head fall back. I stared at the ceiling, heat pooling in my belly as I felt those claws slip under my shirt. They were delicate at first, sweeping across the soft skin there, before deftly unbuttoning my jeans.

My lungs were working overtime, my chest rising and falling as those same claws curled around my waistband so they could work my jeans over my hips and down my thighs. He paused for a moment, his ragged breathing almost as loud as mine.

“Lulu, I need to hear it from your lips,” I watched as Zaldi licked his own, wetting them, “We don’t have to do–”

“Are you kidding?” I squeaked out, “I want you. I want anything you will give me.”

His smile was dark and beautiful, making the muscles in my thigh clench hard, “Do you have a safe word?”

“A safe word for oral?”

“The venom can be overwhelming, you should feel in control of this, at all times.”

I considered him, the heat in my pelvis ratcheting up at the realization of how serious he was taking this. “Macha.”

Zaldi huffed a short laugh, but when he looked at me again, there was nothing but longing and heat in his face. His claws grazed my belly again as they hooked into the edges of my lacy underwear. “Lay back, beautiful. Let me see how pretty and pink you are.”

I moaned, “Oh God, Zaldi.” But, my body moved on its own, leaning back until it was my elbows supporting me against the blanket.

“Such a good girl,” Zaldi said, his tone distracted as I felt the lace dragging down my thighs. As soon as he reached my jeans, he tugged everything off, casting them to join his jacket before raising the panties to his nose.

“Oh God, Z.” I couldn’t decide if I was shocked or desperate, but the way his eyes fluttered shut when he inhaled me, it drove a spike of need straight through me.

“Fuck, the smell of you makes me crazy.” He breathed in again, his shirt pressing against every long, slender muscle in his upper body. My body started quivering as I waited on his next move. When those black eyes snapped open, I actually gasped. They couldn’t be real, they were too dark, too wide. I felt completely exposed, and yet completely safe. The torment in that thought was enough to make me whimper.

The good, sweet personality of the man–well–male I knew clashing with this sexually charged partner who was setting my blood on fire. “So quiet, Lulu, I never would’ve guessed.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss against my thigh. “I have some ideas on how to get you to loosen up.”

My lips parted, a smile beginning on my mouth before his hands were back on my inner thigh, pressing my them wide. “Let me see, pretty mate, what I’ve been craving.”

My knees clenched for only a moment before I shuddered, letting my legs fall wide as his torso shifted between my legs. After a hard breath, I feel a pinprick of claws once again. This time, he hauled me closer to the edge of the bed.

Softly, so much so that I barely felt him, he brushed a claw down the center of me. “Beautiful,” he whispered, “Everything I’d dreamed of and more.”

Before I could react, he was suddenly there, pressing his nose against the line of hair that I kept there. “What’s your word, sweet girl?” He rasped, his body suddenly too big for the small room, his presence making me shake as I wished desperately for him to do something. I could feel the hot breath of him against my core, and I couldn’t stop the arch of my hips as I begged for more.

“It’s–matcha.”

He nuzzled me again, “And who is in control here?”

“Oh God, I have no idea.”

“You, Lulu,” he answered, his tongue darting out tentatively to touch my clit. I almost came out of my skin, my body humming as I tried to focus on what he wanted from me.

“Me, I’m in charge.”

“Good girl,” he said again, still doing those absolutely torturous taps with his tongue.

“Fuck, then get on with it, Zaldi. I can’t wait any longer!”

My words freed him, and as soon as they left my lips, I had the smallest moment of clarity that this was the beginning of something all new for us. And that this was no longer simple. Or easy. And I didn’t fucking care.

And then, I thought of nothing but the slick slide of his tongue as he flattened and drugged it up and down the line of my body, ending his lick with a hard press of his tongue against my already eager clit.