Page 98 of Feral

Just as he was about to lose himself, my lips came off his cock with a pop and Fraser threw me onto my back.

“Vibrator,” he growled, “now.”

I dove for the bedside table where I’d stowed my one from before, not thinking that it was a rather unconventional choice. When I handed it to him, however, the look on his face was a like a record scratching.

“An…aneggplant? It’s shaped like aneggplant?” he asked.

“Yes?” I said with a little wince.

Fraser’s cock looked like it was aching to spend itself, and he was still panting from my blow job. And yet, he began to laugh. A full throated, open mouthed chortle that had me snort-laughing right back.

“It’s my favorite one,” I almost couldn’t get the words out I was giggling so hard. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“Fucked many vegetables, have ya?”

I fell back with a full belly laugh.

“Not…not recently,” I wheezed.

“Oh, lass,” he said, after we’d both gotten some control. “You are full of surprises.”

A sharp crack of worry pierced me and my smile wobbled.

“Is that a good thing?”

Fraser’s heated gaze softened and he gave my lips a tiny lick of his tongue.

“It’s the best thing.”

My throat tightened and all I could do in response is press a kiss to his lips, which somehow shaped themselves to fit onto mine.

“Now,” I said with a sigh, “are you going to fuck my tits or what?”

He chuckled, though the predatory fire came back to his yellow eyes, sending a rush of heat through me. I loved it when he looked at me like that, possessive and hungry. I was his prey, his mate, the one he wanted to devour and rut. Laying there with my hair drying into a frizz and all the lights on, I’d never felt more sensual, morewanted. I realized with a start that this was perhaps the first time in ages that I didn’t want to hide myself from the eyes of my lover. Instead, I wanted to spread my body out before him and let him look his fill. I was free, truly free of the jagged spikes of fear that had kept me unsure in bed, even after all the years I spent working on my self-acceptance. Fraser’s worship of my body had been the thing to finally start breaking all of that.

I reached out for him, running my fingers over his snout, his cheek, planting little kisses in the wake of my touch.

“Lass?”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

“I’m just a mirror showing ya the truth. Somethin’ someone should’ve done for ya a long time ago.”

He nipped at my throat and set me back down on the bed with extreme gentleness before he opened the drawer of the other bed side table and withdrew a large bottle of lubricant. He pumped a generous amount into my hand, it smelled faintly of lavender and my academic mind found that rather funny.

Without a word, I gripped him and spread the lube up and down his hot, hard shaft. I even dared to rub a little onto his knot. And the second my hand closed around it Fraser’s mouth opened, a whimpering howl escaping him.

“No…don’t…lass, this’ll be over…too fast.”

I let go and was now more determined than ever to know, just once, what it was like to have his knot inside of me.

But not now, later.

He straddled my body, careful not to put his weight on me, and slid that gorgeous cock into the valley between my breasts.

While holding my gaze, he handed me the vibrator.

“Find the settin’ ya like.”

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