Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
"Mmmm." I rub my face against her chest, hot spikes of pleasure coursing through me at her thoughtful, soft voice as she describes her body parts to me. "Pussy. Vagina. Do they feel good like my penis when you touch them?"
Her breath hitches. "Yeah."
"Can I…touch them for you like you touched me?" I have thought of nothing else but those touches since they happened yesterday. My dreams were full of Mina, endlessly tugging on my cock. Sometimes with the towel, sometimes with her hands. Mina, spattered by my seed. Mina, reaching for me with greedy, confident hands.
It is a wonder I didn't get my throat ripped out in the ring today, I was so distracted.
It is that very same distraction that takes me a moment to realize she hasn't answered. I rub my face against her shift again, imagining how soft she is underneath. Her breasts, her belly. I could swear that enticing aroma is coming from her, but I don't know what from. "Mina?" I ask, as it dawns on me that she's silent. "Have I asked for too much?"
"No." Her fingers go through my mane again. Her voice is soft. Aching. "You can touch me. Just…mind your claws."
And her legs part, as if welcoming me to the space between them.
I groan, the hot scent of her perfuming the air. It is coming from her, I realize. I slide down under the blankets, carefully gliding my fingertips over her bare legs. Her shift reaches her knees, so I push it up, because I want to stare at that tuft of fur underneath, the one between her thighs that hides all her secrets.
My hands tremble, because this is what I have dreamed of—touching her. Pleasuring her. I want to do it right.
Mina is tense, but when I breathe in her scent, there's no hint of fear. I push her shift up, realizing just how rough it is against her soft skin. She deserves better than this. She should be dressed in the fine robes that Lord Sir wears. Reverently, I guide the fabric up her thighs and slowly reveal the juncture between her thighs, the spot that has fascinated me for days upon end now.
My breath hits her skin and she shivers. Her hand goes to my mane, her nails scratching against my scalp. She's silent, as if she does not want to interrupt my exploration. I want her to talk, though. I want her to guide me. "Tell me if I do something that distresses you."
"You're fine," she says, voice soft under the blanket cocoon. "Touch me however you like."
And she shifts her weight, spreading her thighs a bit wider. She wants me to touch her there, I realize with pleasure. I reach for her and then stop, because one of my wicked, curved claws looks abhorrent this close to her skin. I curl them inward, making a fist, and decide I will use my knuckle to touch her instead of a fingertip.
I brush my knuckle over the tuft between her thighs. It feels different than the hair on her head, coarser, the color darker. The strange, musky scent grows thicker, concentrated here. I can ignore it no longer. "Mina?"
"Yes?" She sounds as breathless as I feel.
"What is that scent?"
Her thick brows furrow together. "What scent?"
"The one coming from your…" I struggle to think of the word she used. "Pussy."
"Oh." She pauses. "Wow. Okay." Her legs draw together, as if she is ashamed. "Maybe that's enough for today—"
"No." I put my fist carefully against the inside of her thigh, stopping her from shutting them. "I did not mean it badly. It is a scent that has been haunting me for days now. Sometimes I smell it and it makes me wild with hunger. I didn't know it was you." I lean in, brushing my tusks against the tuft of fur between her thighs. "I love it, Mina. Nothing has ever smelled so good."
She sucks in a breath, gasping. Her hand clenches in my mane. "I didn't realize your nose was that sensitive."
"What am I smelling?" I ask, unable to resist her any longer. My tongue darts out and I taste her skin, the crinkle of fur here. I move a little lower, using the tip of my tongue to trace the seam of her body, where the scent seems strongest. "Is it sweat? Is that why you're wet here?"
She moans, and when her thighs twitch, I press them back open again. She gives in to me, her fingers twisted in my mane as her thighs go wide, wider than before. She's welcoming me, and the realization makes my chest swell with pride. "It's…my arousal. Like…when your cock leaks pre-cum. I get…slick when I get turned on." Mina pants, pausing between words. "It's normal, I promise."
She gets…wet? Slick? And it smells this good? Fascinated, I use my knuckle to brush her folds apart. Sure enough, her soft skin gleams with wetness here. I taste it with the tip of my tongue and nearly lose control. It is like her scent, concentrated—rich and musky and intense.