Page 118 of Siren in the Rain

We’re making love and it’s a beautiful—and for us, mildly kinky—thing.

Also, anal sex is awesome. I’m already envisioning all the different ways I want to fuck Griffin in the future, and my cock is fully on board for that adventure.

There’s just one small thing that keeps getting in the way—quite literally–of my full-blown pleasure.

Namely, Griffin’s overly enthusiastic tail.

When I thrust into him, the fluffy appendage keeps thumping happily and whacking my chest.

I try to brush it out of the way, but it just smacks me again.

“Can you control your tail?” I ask him, straining to keep my focus.

He makes one of his whining noises in the back of his throat. “Sorry. It kinda does its own thing.”

I stop thrusting.

“You should be totally honored. It’s giving you its ‘tails up’ vote of approval,” he adds cheerfully.

At the end of my rope, I growl and grab hold of the mischievous tail, gently wrapping it around my wrist and holding it firmly in place.

Griffin arches his back and howls.

I freeze. “Shit, are you okay?”

“So good,” he moans. “More.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

I give his tail a little yank and he does his seriously adorable “Awoo” noise again.

“Like that, do you?”

“So damn much.”

That just spurs me on and I start fucking into him hard and fast. The slapping sound our skin makes echoes in the room. I continue to hold his tail firmly in place and he tightens around me even more.

It isn’t long before we’re both reaching our limits.

“Gonna come,” I warn him.

Balancing on one forearm, he reaches his free hand between his thighs and grabs ahold of his cock to jack himself rapidly as I continue to buck my hips into him.

“Me too. So good. Don’t stop,” he begs.

Moments later, he gives a half-howl, half-scream and comes. I lose my grip on my very limited control when his channel clamps down on me and I explode in a blinding hot rush of heat and pleasure.

Somehow, I manage to remember to pull Griffin closer and bite down on the back of his neck as hard as I can until I taste his hot, coppery blood in my mouth.

We both cry out again at the sudden and intense current of magical energy that flows from me to him and back again in a loop. When the sensation passes, and my balls are wrung dry, I collapse against his back until I can regain my faculties and then carefully pull out of him.

He hisses slightly at the sensation but once we’re separated, we curl up, our limbs tangled together, and I pant with exhaustion.

“Holy fuck. That’s a serious workout,” I bitch.

Note to self—start going to the gym to build stamina for fucking.

He laughs. “I’ll take you surfing. It really works on strengthening your thigh and ab muscles.” He waggles his eyebrows at me meaningfully and it’s my turn to laugh.

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