Page 32 of Avery

I cling to his back more, tugging his body down or attempting to. He arches a brow at me, the humor still in him even through his whole announcement of his devotion.

"Please, Phial," I whine and arch my back up to try to feel more of him against me. "Lie on me. Let me feel you."

"Of course," he murmurs as he slowly, way too slowly, relaxes how he's holding himself up.

First, his legs soften, his tail falls from behind him to laze over the side of him right over my thigh, and then his groin makes contact with mine. And yep, there's more than one something pressed against me from underneath the furs. I can't even stop the moan in my throat or the way fresh slick slips from me and pools in my underwear.

"You like that?" Phial asks, lowering his face close to the side of my head and nuzzling his mouth up against my ear. His forked tongue flicks at my earlobe, and I arch into him again. "Answer me, Avery."

"Yes, I like it," I whine again, my hips tilting, needing to feel more of him. "I'm sorry, I can't control my body."

It's better to get it out of the way now. I need to make it clear to him that my body wants to milk him dry, but I'm not ready forthat much. It's too much, and I don't know if my body's going to be on my side through this.

Phial lurches away from me as my words register. I squeak out a panicked sound and wrap my legs around him, my hands flexing against his back, and I hold onto him for dear life, not allowing this male to leave me now that I've finally been honest with him.

"Avery," Phial groans and settles back against me, no longer trying to pull away from me. I don't trust it, so I keep myself locked around him. "You can't tell a male that your body is responding against your mind's wishes and then be surprised when he tries to get away."

"I don't want you to get away," I respond before I can think about how clingy that sounds.

The chirping in Phial's throat has my worries relaxing. Maybe he's as into me being desperate for him just like I'm into him being a little crazy for me. I don't give myself a second to talk myself out of it. If he can dump on me that he's been stalking me and is desperate for me, I can admit to my true feelings.

"I don't want you to get away ever. I want you by my side, visible or not, every moment of every day. I want to know you're right there, watching over me, not letting anything happen to me. Every second, Phial." Our eyes stay locked as I admit my feelings for him.

His breathing is hard, and the furs that cover his groin twitch against me. I smile, the action crinkling my eyes, and I see it mirrored on Phial's face.

"My body wants you, wants all of you. However many cocks you have, I want them all. My body is aching and warm and so fucking wet all of the time for you." More of the chirping sound, and Phial doesn't clear his throat to stop it this time. It continues to chitter as I speak to him. "I can't handle all of that right now, but I want to. One day, I want to do everything with you."

The chirping doesn't stop when I finish talking, and I can't stop my hand from moving to the soft indent at the base of his neck. The sound vibrates against his scales in the smallest amount, sending a shiver down my body.

"It means I'm happy," Phial chuckles. "So fucking happy."

"I like it," I whisper, lifting my head and nuzzling it against Phial's until he shimmies up my body, letting me press my lips against the hollow of his neck.

The sound speeds up as I kiss him, my tongue darting out to taste the smoothness of his scales. When I pull back, he shimmies back down my body to where he was before, a look of adoration burning in his eyes when he looks down at me again.

"What do you want from me tonight?" Phial asks. "Anything. Tell me, and it's yours."

My core aches, reminding me of how empty I feel. I shake my head, tossing that idea right out the window. I haven't even seen what he has yet. There's no way I'm ready for him to put his cocks–however many–inside me.

The thought of seeing them has my mouth watering, and I bite down on my lip again. Is it wrong if I tell him I want to maybe wrap my mouth around him, everywhere? That's not moving too fast, right? I can probably handle that. My uncertainty must be evident because Phial's cupping my cheeks, his gaze softening.

"Anything, Avery," he reassures me.

"I want." I lick my lips, and my eyes dart down between us, not that I can see much with how close our bodies are. I press my teeth tight together and try to work up my nerves. "I want to." the words die in my throat again.

"Do you want my mouth on you?" he asks, tilting my face back up so I'm not trying to stare a hole down to where our crotches are pressed against one another. "Is that why you're looking down there."

My face feels like it's on fire as he calls me out. Well, he doesn't exactly call me out, considering I wasn't even thinking about his mouth on me until he mentioned it. I wanted mine on him, but now I want both of those things. I shake my head, wanting to make it clear what I actually want. Phial's brows furrow, and he frowns.

"I thought that was a good guess," he murmurs. "You need to use words then. It's obvious I'm terrible at reading you."

More blood warms my cheeks, and I force the words out no matter the consequences. "I want my mouth on you."

Phial's brows rise, his eyes wide, and the chirping sound goes crazy in his throat. "On me where?"

"Phial," I groan and flop my head back down against the furs.

"I'm being serious," he laughs as he says it, but I can tell he's being truthful with me. "When I offered to put my mouth on you, I meant your pussy. I want to make sure we're on the same page here."

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