Page 14 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“Very curious. How does this thing even open?” Her hand roved over his skintight black suit feeling for buttons or catches and finding none.

“Up at the collar and down it goes. It’s all one piece. Easier when you have a tail.”

As if wishing to highlight the said appendage, Layla felt a smart swat on her bare calf. The feathery tip of his tail was tapping along her leg now, brushing so gently that it tickled. “That’s nice,” she closed her eyes and allowed herself simply to feel, taking a break from her usual hyperaware stance of loner and survivor.

I’ll be okay. He won’t hurt me on purpose. If he did, he’d be the one paying for it. No surrogate, no cubs.

She felt safe. Potentially, she could feel safe for seven months or more—the first vacation she’d had in...ever.

A rush of affection for the big Leonid beside her made her wrap her arms around his neck and tug open the black collar. “Let’s get you out of these,” Layla giggled.

“Only if you’ll do the same.” His laugh was deep and rippling, making her skin tingle. Her nipples hardened as his paws bumped over her body, untucking her shirt as she tugged and stretched his clinging suit from him.

Her eyes opened and remained that way, wide and hungry.

Wow.

Leonids were nothing but fur and muscle. Forget about six-pack abs, this guy was sporting a dozen. Each edge and ripple was covered in soft, thick fur that she wanted to rub all over her bare skin, allowing herself a private, forbidden luxury.

And speaking of forbidden...

It should be illegal to own anything that large. Layla’s eyes locked onto the erection between Rupex’s thighs. A heavy, dangling sack with two beautifully defined balls was the base of his cock. The fur on his shaft was light and cream-colored, and several slick pink inches protruded above it. With a grunt, he reached down and pumped the shaft once, pushing out another solid six inches of pulsating bright pink flesh—and this second cylinder was completely wrapped in spiky protrusions.

“They’re not sharp if that’s what you were wondering,” Rupex groaned, his fist still pumping.

“I wasn’t wondering that,” Layla replied truthfully. I was wondering if that’s completely erect. And if all that goes in me. And if it’ll be good or bad.

Rupex nuzzled his head into her shoulder and his tongue, soft but slightly rough and bumpy, left a soft scrape against her cheek.

Layla moaned. “That’s so nice. That’s better than nice.”

“Good, because I plan to do more of that.”

True to his word, his tongue swiped down her neck, across her newly bare collarbone, then down across her breast. The nubs flicked and flexed over the nipple of her soft globe, and her mind spiraled.

It was like a massage on steroids. There were too many textures, and all of them were divine, from the thick pads of his paws pulling down her panties and cupping her ass to the nubbly wetness of his tongue lathing across her sensitive breasts and the fluffy fullness of his mane as she tugged it in desperation.

“You taste so sweet. But you smell... you smell sweeter. Muskier. You humans—do all of you smell like sex?” He whuffed out warm air against her ribs and growled as one of her legs wrapped around his. With a quick “snick!” his tail wrapped around her ankle like a chain and pulled her leg back, leaving her pussy open.

“Maybe we do. I don’t go around sniffing people.”

“You’re missing out. Scent is a powerful aphrodisiac, Layla.”

“So is touch. God, did anyone ever tell you how velvety you are?” She sank her hands into the fur on his muscular sides.

“No. Leonid Queens wouldn’t have appreciated it.”

“I must seem sort of...bare.” Layla realized the one area that should have been bare, according to most human standards, was between her legs. It was a trimmed, curly patch of downy curls, and perhaps it was fuller than she’d like.

Apparently not a problem.

Rupex yanked her leg with his tail again, and then uncoiled it, pulling her with his paws until her hips were level with his massive mouth.

My God. If he sneezes, he could bite off my entire thigh.

“May I?”

“Absolutely.” Layla closed her eyes and settled back with a grin. He had manners, this King. More than most human men she’d been with.

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