Page 116 of Siren in the Rain

After I quickly strip him naked, I take a moment to admire him.

“So beautiful,” I murmur, trailing my fingers down his chest and abdomen.

His eyes glitter. “You’re the beautiful one, my mate.”

That makes me smile. “Sweet talker.”

I stand up and arrange some of the supplies we prepared weeks ago on the top of the bedside table before I yank my own clothes off and toss them who knows where.

The way that Griffin watches me, genuine awe and adoration shining in his amber eyes, makes me think I can conquer anything.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I command in a way that gets him all riled up.

He hurriedly obeys, his fluffy tail wagging eagerly.

I stroke his flank in appreciation. “Very good. Now, spread your legs.”

He does so eagerly and I grab the bottle of lube I have ready and waiting.

With all kinds of adorable awkwardness, Griffin had explained that consummating the mating bond would mean going bare. Acting as smart, responsible young men, we made sure there were no health risks for either of us. So, even though I’ve never had sex before, Griffin and I decided to both get tested while we were staying with my mom at the hospital, and our results came back negative on all fronts. In general, most Otherkind species are not susceptible to human STIs and other illnesses, but given my half-human status, we wanted to make sure everything was good before we moved on to penetrative sex.

Getting back on the bed, I move behind Griffin and use my hands to massage his back for a moment and then shift down to his gloriously taut and wonderfully tan ass cheeks.

“Love the no tan line by the way. Is that from all the naked surfing and swimming?”

“You know it.”

I grin. “Tempting little old ladies and looky-loos, I see.”

He wriggles his ass for me. “The only one I want to tempt is you.”

“Mission accomplished, Wolf Boy.” I spread his cheeks wide, making him gasp as I admire his puckered entrance.

“I want to taste you,” I tell him, and his whole body goes rigid.

“You want to rim me?” His voice goes up several octaves and the incredulity in his tone makes me laugh.

“I want to try everything with you, Griffin McIntyre. Don’t forget, I’m twenty-five years old and basically had abstinence forced on me the whole time I was imprisoned by my family. I’m making up for lost time.”

Then I hesitate. “Do you not want me to rim you? Is that something you don’t enjoy?”

He cranes his neck awkwardly over his shoulder. “Are you kidding? I’d freaking love you to eat my ass. But I know a lot of guys aren’t into that.” He flushes. “I’m a bit hairier than some guys. No waxed porn-star ass here.”

I leer at him. “I don’t mind. Now, don’t move until I say so.”

Holding his hips steady, I dive face-first into his crack and nudge his hole with my nose, which makes him yelp a little.

“Stay still,” I remind him and he complies. “Good Wolf Boy,” I say as I pet his hip. “I love it when you behave for me.”

I return to my exploration, allowing my eyes to close and my tongue to take over as I lick and press against the edges of his opening. I test the tension there and taste a hint of his musky flavor.

The golden hairs are soft and silky and don’t bother me at all. This is Griffin, my mate. Everything about him is precious and perfect.

When I push the tip of my tongue into his opening, he nearly levitates off the bed.

“Ahhhh!”

I can’t help but grin around a mouthful of his ass when he cries out.

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