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Authors: Carys Weldon
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totally comfortable. Wrinkled his nose once or twice, while he looked over my chest, totally nosed around the edge of the corset top before he looked up at my face and said, “You run. I chase. K?”
I frowned. I knew that wasn’t real smart. I mean, he’s a friggin’ dog. Everybody knows what happens when a dog chases a cat. Right? I tried to read his mind.
Not that I could. Part of me wanted to think he wasn’t talking about hunting me down...in the literal sense of the word. You know--that he meant...like Leo and Tommy did, always came after me, fished me out of the trouble I found. But I wasn’t sure. It didn’t sound like a threat.
He rocked his cock into me. “K?”
Annoyed, I said, “K,” but I didn’t like agreeing to something I didn’t quite get.
He kissed my puss. In fact, he took a lot of time kissing me. You know, kissed me once, looked at the spot, kissed me again right in the same place. Then, tipped his head, found another spot. Did the same thing again and again. Over and over. So long I forgot about the dead body in the corner.
Experimenting?
At first, I kept trying to kiss him back--throw a pucker up here and there, try to snatch his lips. Then I realized that he was ignoring me, completely and totally intense on his little private game. It took me a bit to get it.
He systematically covered me with kisses. One side, then the other. High. Low. On my nose. Temple to temple. All along my jaw line.
And, oh, when he went down under my ears...trailing kisses and a few tongue flicks toward my breasts, I thought I was gonna die. I mean, I was totally squirming under him.
See what he did to me, does to me , every time? Has me writhing beneath him.
He used his teeth to pull the bow of lacing loose on the corset. Yeah, he had to tug a few times. I loved it. Thought, Gaia fucking sexy. Then he just nudged the top with his nose, let his tongue slip under the edge of it.
My hands were on his shoulders. We were fully dressed. And I had never been so hot in my life. Except maybe back in the car with him.
After all my years teasing men, I knew what a tease really was. No wonder they clawed after me.
No wonder he had me at the first hooded glance. I didn’t know if I was coming or going, but I knew I wanted to come more than anything else.
Did I mention that a garou tongue is about as long as anything you’ve ever seen? Not that I was looking. I was too busy groaning with my eyes closed. But I felt that marvelous wonder of his work its way at an angle under the leather shirt to tingle-touch my nipple. Yeah. Tingle-touch . That arousing, almost makes you want to giggle, you can’t hardly stand it, type of tease?
First one. Then the other. Return to the first. Lave a little longer in its flick and lick until they were both puckered up, begging to be sucked. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any more. I reached up between us, and yanked the sides of the corset completely wide, begging, “Oh, my Gaia, get to it!”
He chuckled, pushed my breasts up--but damn if he didn’t do anything but lie like that, just enjoying the feel of my skin against his nose.
I groaned. Boxed him in the ears.
Not hard. Just enough to get his attention. To bring his head up.
I tipped my head up, too, and looked him in the eye. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
He grinned. Now, let me tell you something about Barklay’s face. It’s pleasant. Not pointy. Not flat. Nicely rounded features. His lips aren’t fat, but they aren’t skinny. Same with his nose. In human, he just looks...happy. Like he was made to make you feel good.
Maybe it’s because with me, he’s in his own little heaven. Or I see him that way because he makes me feel like I’ve gone and lost myself in tongue-fucking nirvana. Whatever.
There’s a light in his
I frowned. I knew that wasn’t real smart. I mean, he’s a friggin’ dog. Everybody knows what happens when a dog chases a cat. Right? I tried to read his mind.
Not that I could. Part of me wanted to think he wasn’t talking about hunting me down...in the literal sense of the word. You know--that he meant...like Leo and Tommy did, always came after me, fished me out of the trouble I found. But I wasn’t sure. It didn’t sound like a threat.
He rocked his cock into me. “K?”
Annoyed, I said, “K,” but I didn’t like agreeing to something I didn’t quite get.
He kissed my puss. In fact, he took a lot of time kissing me. You know, kissed me once, looked at the spot, kissed me again right in the same place. Then, tipped his head, found another spot. Did the same thing again and again. Over and over. So long I forgot about the dead body in the corner.
Experimenting?
At first, I kept trying to kiss him back--throw a pucker up here and there, try to snatch his lips. Then I realized that he was ignoring me, completely and totally intense on his little private game. It took me a bit to get it.
He systematically covered me with kisses. One side, then the other. High. Low. On my nose. Temple to temple. All along my jaw line.
And, oh, when he went down under my ears...trailing kisses and a few tongue flicks toward my breasts, I thought I was gonna die. I mean, I was totally squirming under him.
See what he did to me, does to me , every time? Has me writhing beneath him.
He used his teeth to pull the bow of lacing loose on the corset. Yeah, he had to tug a few times. I loved it. Thought, Gaia fucking sexy. Then he just nudged the top with his nose, let his tongue slip under the edge of it.
My hands were on his shoulders. We were fully dressed. And I had never been so hot in my life. Except maybe back in the car with him.
After all my years teasing men, I knew what a tease really was. No wonder they clawed after me.
No wonder he had me at the first hooded glance. I didn’t know if I was coming or going, but I knew I wanted to come more than anything else.
Did I mention that a garou tongue is about as long as anything you’ve ever seen? Not that I was looking. I was too busy groaning with my eyes closed. But I felt that marvelous wonder of his work its way at an angle under the leather shirt to tingle-touch my nipple. Yeah. Tingle-touch . That arousing, almost makes you want to giggle, you can’t hardly stand it, type of tease?
First one. Then the other. Return to the first. Lave a little longer in its flick and lick until they were both puckered up, begging to be sucked. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any more. I reached up between us, and yanked the sides of the corset completely wide, begging, “Oh, my Gaia, get to it!”
He chuckled, pushed my breasts up--but damn if he didn’t do anything but lie like that, just enjoying the feel of my skin against his nose.
I groaned. Boxed him in the ears.
Not hard. Just enough to get his attention. To bring his head up.
I tipped my head up, too, and looked him in the eye. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
He grinned. Now, let me tell you something about Barklay’s face. It’s pleasant. Not pointy. Not flat. Nicely rounded features. His lips aren’t fat, but they aren’t skinny. Same with his nose. In human, he just looks...happy. Like he was made to make you feel good.
Maybe it’s because with me, he’s in his own little heaven. Or I see him that way because he makes me feel like I’ve gone and lost myself in tongue-fucking nirvana. Whatever.
There’s a light in his
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