Page 51 of Finding Her
She tilted her chin up to return my gaze, her honey-sweet breath wafting over me. I became acutely aware that the aroma in the air was undeniably beyond her typical essence. It was delicious, begging me to consume her. My tender Little Fae was wet and wanting, and it was up to me to decide what to do next. Surely all of the urges filling my being were ill-advised.
She lifted to her toes and pressed her lips against the shell of my ear. “I want you to take me upstairs.” Her hand delicately stroked over my knotted jaw.
Before I could have a single thought, my hands desperately gripped under the curve of her ass and lifted her around my waist. My shirt became damp where her thighs separated. Her lips rested against the sensitive emblem on my neck and gently applied pressure with a kiss. My control overmy body’s visage began to slip as my legs carried us to the stairs. I adjusted my fingers so that the emerging claws of my natural state didn’t pierce her delicate skin. The closer we got to the bedroom, the more fervent her kisses became. Her smooth tongue dared to lick over the ridges of my Pyran branding, and a snarled groan escaped between my sharpening fangs.
I kicked open the bedroom door I had cursedly left closed. Somewhere in the far distance of my awareness, I heard the hinges fall in high-pitched metallic clinks on the floor. I’d fix that later. At the foot of the bed, I fought my instinct to throw her down and devour every inch of her. I was sober enough to recognize that I appeared frightening right now and needed to play gently. I moved a hand to support her back as I lay her down, kneeling by her feet on the mattress. Her dainty dress was pushed up to barely cover the top of her full thighs. Her nipples stood at attention through the thin fabric. I stared down at my delightfully alluring female and froze. What the fuck was I going to do now that I had her exposed and needy in my own bed?
“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked in a breathy exhale.
My heart lurched in my chest. “Do you want me to?”
“Please kiss me, Graysen.” Her unequivocal consent was music to my ears.
I lay my body across hers, using an elbow to hold my weight while running my claws carefully through her hair. My groin throbbed between her hips, begging me to bury myself inside of her. Despite instinct telling me it was time to claim my mate’s body relentlessly, nothing felt more important than sharing this moment of gentle intimacy. Her lips parted slightly to pant in anticipation. I swallowed the saliva flooding my mouth and dipped my head down to hers, finally tasting what I had been missing for so long.
The kiss began innocent, and I would have kept it that way had shefuckingbehaved. I kept my forked tongue inside my mouth like agoodmonster. I held my body still against hers, despite my muscles aching to rock back and forth. My burning palms remained relaxed and gentle despite my claws aching to hold her within their dangerous grasp.
It was all under control until the wicked fae naughtily bit down on my lower lip. I pulled back in shock, a primal urgency making my blood run hot. All thoughts dissolved as I stared down at the female I was about to consume.
“Graysen? Did I hurt you?” she whispered cautiously. I could see the reflection of my own bronze eyes against her rosy cheeks. The glow of my skin brightened the room, casting strange shadows along the brick walls. I doubted she would be able to make out my unique features at this point; I would be a looming mass of masculine light, dominance, and sharp edges.
I dove for her neck. She lifted her chin in response, fully lacking survival instincts. My tongue unfurled into a long, thick rope and dipped into the notch of her throat. I maintained pressure as I made my way towards her jaw, running over the soft satin of her black ribbon, and finding her pattering pulse offered to me so trustingly. I sucked at it, relishing how her heart rate increased in response. She let out a listless moan and began lifting her hips into mine in rhythmic presses.
I pulled back and bared my teeth in restraint. “This dress has to come off.” It was the closest I could get to asking for approval in my state. No part of me felt civilized, but I would never do anything without her permission.
She nodded her head and released a tiny “uhn” of affirmation. Satisfied, I lifted my clawed hand—transitioning black along the length of my forearm—and sliced the fabricfrom neckline to waist. My fists ripped the remaining skirt impatiently as if it were a personal offense to me.
“I’ll buy you another dress,” I snarled through my teeth, tossing the tattered remains to the sides. In a final moment of lucidity, I traced a finger down her flushed cheek and whispered, “Your safe word is ‘Rouge’. Use it and we stop.”
With the scraps of fabric discarded, I saw the first course of my meal. Her breasts fell to the sides, leaving a comfortable place for my head to rest between them. But I wasn’t here torest. I grabbed her left breast, lifting it to meet my mouth. Cautious of biting with my sharpened teeth, I allowed my tongue to lap at her hardened nipple in rough strokes. She squeaked below me, an arm shifting to touch herself in response.
“Stop trying to play with my dinner.” I grabbed her arm and pinned it above her head, watching for her to nod in agreement to my intentions. She bit her lip and hummed out approval. “Show me you know your safe word.” I lowered myself down her body, allowing my claws to trace across her skin. They left faint white lines to join the beautiful stripes that adorned her womanly curves.
“Rouge,” she whined pathetically.
“That’s right. Good girls use their safe words when they need to stop. I’m going to make sure you come so hard, the only words you can remember are that, and my name.”
Why had I ever bought her panties? I lowered my head between her thighs, drunk on the scent of her honeysuckle arousal. My fangs slipped around the cotton band, tearing it with an audiblerip. When the wretched things still left a barrier between us, I continued shredding until they were in tattered remains. I briefly felt the soft fur of her cunt tickle my jaw and the slick of her excitement wet my mouth.
A small piece of cotton remained stuck to my fang as I stared up at her. She had propped herself onto her elbows so that she could watch, and I needed to put on a show. I bit down on the fabric and stretched it taught with the tips of my claws before flinging it to the side. My long red tongue rolled from my lips, licking her arousal from my face. It was revitalizing. Until now, I’d been lost in the desert, desperately parched, and she was my first drink of water. She was going to restore me with every sweet orgasm I was about to pull from her submissive body.
I maintained eye contact, knowing she would see little more than two glowing orbs bearing into her as I lowered my head just enough to run the forked end of my tongue along either side of her clit. Her back arched as she let out a needy whimper. I pressed a warm palm against her stomach and bore down, holding her securely against the mattress to restrain her wiggling while I teased. Her thighs fulfilled her need to squirm, quivering against the sides of my head.
“Please—I need—” she gasped, still weakly fighting against my hand to lift off the bed in twists of pleasure.
“Use your words for me, baby girl.Surely you still can, I’ve barely started,” I cooed viciously.
“I need—your tongue—inside of me.” Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
I moaned in response, allowing my chin to drop to the mattress. I looked into her eyes and pushed the end of my tongue into her dripping pussy. My body shuddered at the delicious taste of her desire, and I pulled my tongue back into my salivating mouth to savor every drop with a content growl. She made the most beautifully lewd sound I had ever heard.
In response to her greedy moans, I speared her deeper on the next thrust, allowing more taste buds access to her nectar. She writhed and wailed beneath my flexed arms, but it was nouse. I had her. The taste of soft flesh and the feeling of prey squirming under my strength sent me into a frenzy as I lapped relentlessly into her. With palms heating up and claws eager to pierce, I released my grip and rested both hands on the mattress to flank her thighs.
Free to move, she rolled her hips against my mouth, as I focused my tongue’s efforts on her most sensitive ridge. I could feel her body growing tense as her gasps and cries became more rapid and irregular. I wished I could use a thumb to pet her clit over the edge, but my hands had turned treacherous. No matter, my natural tongue was powerful and enthusiastic to please.
“Graysen!” she cried my name as her muscles began to pulse tightly around my tongue. Sweet liquid filled my mouth as reward, a stray drop trickling from my jaw down my throat. I flicked the forked end appreciatively over her g-spot until her contracting waves subsided and her trembling thighs fell limply onto the mattress.
Satiated by her cum, and reveling in her bliss, I sat back on my heels and watched her head roll to the side with her mouth gaping. Her hair fell in a crown around her head, the soft gray complementing the red flush of her cheeks. I opted to leave some mess on my face, wanting her to see what she had done to me as my glow began to contentedly subside.
