Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
The ‘for now’ was a prayer, a promise I made to myself. One day, I would be strong enough to stand in her light. One day, if she agreed to mate with me.
But we had a long way to go before I could ask that of her.
Danni gave a slow nod, her warm breath feathering across the fur of my chest like the softest touch.
“All right,” she whispered again. “Then I want to feel you—to get to know you that way.”
“I’m yours—touch me,” I said hoarsely.
I stretched out across the bed, arms at my sides, head tilted slightly so she could begin where she wished, offering myself to her like a sacrifice.
My shaft pulsed heavily between my thighs, a thick, aching weight. The knot at its base was already beginning to swell and tighten with a primal, possessive need. Gods, I wanted her—wanted to bury my face between her thighs…to taste her honey right from the source…to lap at her clit until she was writhing against my face, her cries echoing in the dark. I wanted to fuck my tongue deep inside her and then replace it with my cock, to feel her tight, wet heat milking me dry.
But she wasn’t ready for any of that—yet. So I stayed where I was, trembling with the effort of restraint, as her fingers began to move across my body.
She started at the crown of my head, her fingertips brushing my horns. The sensation sent a spark of desire through me. I felt her shiver, a delicate tremor that echoed through my own bones.
“They’re curved,” she murmured, exploring their ridged, spiral texture with obvious curiosity. “Like a ram’s.”
“They mark me as bound,” I said, my voice a low, possessive rumble. “To you. Only to you.” Every ridge was a testament to my devotion, a physical chain linking me to her soul.
Her fingers slid down, mapping the planes of my face—my furred brow, my sharp, prominent cheekbones, the slight, dangerous protrusion of my fangs. Her thumb brushed over my lips, and I had to fight the instinct to suck it into my mouth, to taste her skin.
“You have fur everywhere,” she breathed, her voice full of wonder.
“I am a monster—a Creature,” I said simply. “It’s my nature. But every part of this monster, Danni, hungers for you.”
Her hands traveled lower. She traced the column of my throat, where my pulse hammered a frantic rhythm for her, then drifted to my chest, flattening her palms over my pectorals.
I wasn’t just large—I was immense, by her world’s standards. Eight feet of thick, corded, powerful muscle, wrapped in velvety dark blue fur with silver streaks that caught the faintest moonlight filtering in from the window, just for her. I was what her subconscious had conjured when she was looking for safety and protection.
She explored every inch of me slowly, as though finding her way. Her fingers played across my nipples, making me shiver, the nubs tightening into hard points beneath her touch. My claws dug into the sheets as I fought the need to grab her—to roll her beneath me and claim her. Her touch left trails of fire in its wake, branding me as hers.
Then she hesitated, her hands hovering just above my groin, a breath away from the evidence of my desperate, years-long ache for her.
“Go on,” I whispered, my voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated through the bed. “Touch me anywhere you want to—I am yours to explore. My cock has been hard and aching for you since you first entered the cottage today.”
“Well…if you’re sure you don’t mind.” Her voice was hesitant, but I could sense her eagerness.
“I don’t,” I growled softly, trying to keep my own eagerness in check.
Her hand dipped lower. She brushed the fur over my lower belly, a teasing, torturous stroke, then slid her fingers across the tight sheath that housed my shaft.
At the first brush of her curious fingertips, my cock surged free, thick and heavy—almost painfully erect, the deep blue skin slick with pre-cum, swelling with a need so profound it was nearly agony. I groaned, the sound low and rough, torn from deep inside me. I could feel my knot beginning to throb and pulse, desperate to lock us together, to tie her to me so she could never leave.
“You’re huge,” she whispered, her voice a mixture of awe and fear. “How could this even fit inside anyone?”
“I have magic,” I told her, my voice hoarse, strained to its limit. “A slippery liquid that would help your beautiful body open for me. It would prepare your perfect little cunt—make you wet and ready to take every inch. If that’s what you ever wanted.”
The words were a plea. Want it. Please, want it. Want me.
As if summoned by her curiosity, the prehensile tip of my tail curled up along her arm, stroking her skin with an intimacy I craved to give with every other part of me.