Page 55 of Ira

I groaned, a phantom ache forming where my cock should be. I’d never hated this form more. I wanted to be there, in my solid form. Kneeling at her feet and waiting for my goddess to demand the worship she was due.

One day. When Meera realized that we were perfect for one another and that I wasn’t going anywhere…

I was going to make her very happy indeed.

She woke up with a start, blinking into the darkness until her gaze settled on me. Tentatively, I moved forward, ghosting my fingers down her cheek.

“Verner,” she rasped. “Would it be so inappropriate for me to touch myself right now? It totally is, isn’t it? I just… I have these dreams about you.”

Dreams? As in, she’d had them before?

“Sometimes it makes it hard to look you in the eye,” Meera laughed breathily, sliding her hand beneath the sheet as I drifted closer. I knew that the cover of darkness and the fact that I was able to look but not touch was giving Meera this confidence, but I hoped that she’d remember how safe she felt with me when we were back in the shadow realm together.

I did my best not to be territorial. Not to let those base instincts rule my actions.

But I needed Meera to feel safe and comfortable with me, and to keep dreaming about fucking me until she wanted to do it in real life, because the idea of her doing those things with someone else made me lose my mind.

“I must be ovulating,” Meera said with a light laugh that morphed into a soft moan. “Maybe it’s a good thing you’re notsolid right now—I’d probably be demanding you drop those shadows for me.”

That sounded perfectly fine to me. Wonderful, actually.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep unless I make myself come. You don’t have to look. But if you want to look… I’m okay with it.”

Fuck.

I immediately stroked her face, lurching slightly in my enthusiasm.Yes. Yes, I’m okay with this. Yes, I want to watch.

Her hand moved a little faster beneath the sheet, thighs spreading apart, and I tentatively ran my hand over hers through the fabric. Asking without words for her to move the sheet away. It was a liberty I shouldn’t have taken without asking, but Meera merely shuddered, arching her back slightly.

“You want to see?”

I nodded, exaggerating the movement as much as possible so she couldn’t possibly miss my enthusiasm. There was no way of conveying that she didn’t have to, that she shouldn’t feel any kind of pressure, that I would never push for more than she was willing to give me.

But I didn’t think I had to say that with Meera. Surely, she knew by now that nothing mattered to me more than her comfort and happiness.

Meera bit her lower lip, trying to hide a smile. “It’s not so scary when it’s you.”

She kicked off the sheet, revealing her entirely naked body, and in my head, I groaned loud enough that I was certain she could somehow hear it.

I wanted to trace the generous curves of her body with my palms. I wanted to feel the weight of her breasts in my hands, and see if her nipples were sensitive to the faint scratch of my claws. And more than anything, I wanted to bury my facebetween those thighs with her hands wrapped around my horns, directing my tongue where she wanted it to go.

Well, perhaps not more than anything. While I very much liked the idea of worshiping Meera’s body for hours until she was drunk on pleasure, the idea of burying my cock in her was also extremely appealing, if she’d allow it. Would she let me knot her? I’d never done it before, and I never would, unless it was with Meera.

Shamelessly, I moved farther down the bed, positioning myself between her legs as she bent them up, setting her feet flat on the bed.

What a view.

I was merely inches away from her soaked, bare pussy, and yet it felt like miles because I couldn’t fuckingtouchher.

There was the subtlest shift in Meera’s body language, but suddenly I was certain that she felt more confident. Moresexy.

I groaned to myself as she sucked her middle finger into her mouth, wetting it before sliding it between her thighs, parting that pretty cunt for me.

“I need this,” Meera rasped, immediately honing in on one particular spot and circling her finger teasingly. “I know how selfish I’m being right now…”

You’re not being selfish at all.

“I’ll make it up to you,” she whispered, rocking her hips as she moved her finger a little more deliberately. I did my best to memorize the movement, intending to follow the path with my tongue at the first available opportunity. “Or maybe I won’t. I’m beginning to think that I’ll be a very selfish lover, Verner. I just want you to… just do everything I say, you know? Maybe I have control issues.”

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