Page 93 of Mongrel
“I love you too.” He tugs me down for more kissing. I melt against him, surprised he can still breathe with me sprawled all over him like this. His satin cover is soft and cool against my skin, but it’s Bowie I want to feel. His hands on me aren’t enough; I want everything.
He breaks from our kiss. “I’m so glad you came back. I didn’t want to sleep without you.”
“Me either.”
“Did Ava send you, or did you figure things out on your own?”
“We may have arrived at the conclusion together.”
“Ah, that’s the best way.” His grin brings me joy. “Do you think she might like to stay here with us?”
My lips part stupidly. “We could live here? Ava and I?”
“Of course.” He’s quick to add, “Or I can come to you, but we mustn’t be parted again.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Bowie caresses my nape, where hair turns to fur, and follows the trail of it down my spine. Tingles erupt. I cuddle into him.
His fingers creep down my lower back, and when I settle in to enjoy his touch on my cheeks, they lift away. I’m about to protest their absence when he slaps my ass with both hands.
I startle. “Hey!”
“Get under the covers with me this very minute, or I’ll do it again.”
The initial sting fades to a pleasant warmth. “That’s hardly a punishment.”
His hand curls around the base of my tail and gives a little tug. “Don’t tempt me.”
I crawl off him. He shoves the covers down to reveal he is naked also. Moons, he’s lovely. I could stare at him all day and have often stared at him all night.
Climbing under the satin with him, I duck my head to lay kisses on his throat before he catches me drooling. The wolf wants to mark him, claim him as ours, mix our scents until one can’t be distinguished from the other. I can’t say I disagree.
Bowie comes alive against me, rolling in to be closer, tucking his leg between mine. “Your skin on mine reminds me of what it feels like to have the sun shining down on a warm spring day.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I feel a little shy about responding with words, but for Bowie, I’ll try. “Yours is the opposite, though just as nice, like a crisp evening breeze on an early fall night.”
This sentiment earns me a sweet nuzzle of Bowie’s cheek against mine and a tantalizing thrust of his hips.
I want him. I always want him. And the pent-up desire from weeks of holding back urges me to shut up and let this happen. But that part of me is stupidly overcome by the part that can’t forget we’re in his sister’s house in the middle of the day.
“Should we? I mean, are you sure because—”
Bowie quiets my protest with a kiss, then whispers against my lips, “We most definitely should.” Another kiss before he draws back. “Darling, this house is enormous, and we practically have our own wing.”
Theweand theourstand out to me, causing a rush of warmth in my chest.
Bowie continues, “As long as you can refrain from absolutely screaming when I take you, they’ll never know.”
My mouth opens around a gasp as a picture of Bowie over me and thrusting dances through my mind. I’ll bite my tongue if I have to, but I must have him, screaming or not.
“Yes, please, that,” I stammer, my imagination taking over and running away with the scenario of Bowie fucking me. I’ve never done it that way, never had a safe opportunity, what with hiding my tail and all.
“Anything you want, dearest. I’m for you.”
“I want you to fuck me.”I want to smell like you, and I want you to smell like me, I think while the wolf inside me chantsmate, mate, mate.
My cock has gone from plump to hard just picturing it. I feel Bowie’s against my stomach. He presses his hips forward. I match his motion. We both release a sigh of pleasure.
