Page 93 of Siren in the Rain

My sweet, precious Wolf Boy.

I straddle his legs and lean down to get up close and personal with his cock, but in the process, my long hair falls forward and brushes against his thighs and groin.

That makes Griffin lose control. His hips buck and his cock jerks as he cries out, eyes wide and panicked.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

He bites his bottom lip and gives a faint whine.

Heh. It appears that Griffin’s adoration of my hair has a kinky dimension that I fully intend to explore—starting right now.

I’m maybe a teensy bit evil. I want to torment him, edging him until he can’t take it anymore.

With calculated deliberation, I let my hair pool on his thighs and move my head, causing it to slither over his skin.

“Ahhh!”

I cluck my tongue. “Remember, no moving.”

His muscles go taut, and I can tell he’s fighting to keep still.

I pat his thigh. “Good Wolf Boy.”

Taking some of my hair in my hand, I lean forward and trail the silky strands against his gorgeous cock.

“By the Light!”

“That good, huh?” I ask, the grin on my face smug as fuck.

I continue to caress his cock with my hair and he starts to shake all over, his eyes rolling back in his head.

That’s when I draw back.

“No, no. I don’t want you coming too fast, Wolf Boy.”

“Please,” he gasps as he reaches out and grabs my wrist, a wild, almost desperate look in his amber eyes.

“Who’s in charge of this?” I ask him.

He gulps. “You.”

“Good Wolf Boy. Now, calm down. I haven’t even had a chance to get you in my mouth yet. You want to feel that, don’t you?”

He whimpers and licks his lips. “Yes.”

I smile.

After a few moments, now that I’ve stopped teasing him and he’s not so close to the edge of orgasm anymore, he relaxes. I spread his legs wide and reposition myself between them, my mouth hovering over his groin.

“Try to stay still and keep your hands to yourself, just like we talked about.”

He moves his hands underneath his body as if to prove he can and I rub his fluffy ears in reward, earning me a moan.

I kind of know why I need to be in control when it comes to something like sex. Even though the healing rituals I underwent have made a world of difference, the trauma I experienced will never fully go away. After so many years of having no control, it’s probably not the least bit surprising that I need it in the bedroom.

Thank heavens Griffin is completely agreeable to my preferences.

Letting my hair fall around my face like a veil, I set to work on exploring my mate’s cock with my tongue. I lick a stripe up the length of him and take pleasure in the whimpers of pleasure that I earn in exchange.

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