Page 18 of Hot Summer's Prey

“Fuck, that water is freezing!” she shrieks as a wave catches her feet. “How are you not an icicle?”

We reach the edge of the cave, providing just the right distraction so I don’t have to answer.

Normally, when I seduce humans, I don’t bring them back to my cave like this. But my desire for Teresa is so strong, I find myself acting beyond the ordinary. I kneel so that she can step off of my shoulders, which she does carefully. As soon as she’s down, she sets her shoes on a rock jutting up higher from the rest.

“It might be a little slippery in here,” I warn.

“Are you suggesting I should hold tight?” she asks with a giggle.

Her arms wrap around my neck now that she has set down both the dog and the shoes.

“Come on in,” she purrs against me.

Our mouths find each other next. It’s a risk, but she’s distracted, so I climb up onto the cave floor. She giggles, trying to keep her lower half away from mine.

“Don’t get me wet,” she says.

“I thought that was the point.”

She is intoxicating, how she moves against me, the feel of her hands all over my torso. I pull her closer and she yelps at the cold water against her pelvis.

“Let’s get you out of those wet shorts,” she mumbles against my lips.

She tries to push away, but I hold her close. Her fingers struggle with the drenched cloth. We laugh, both of us working to free my lower half from its wet prison.

A flash of green underneath reminds me that I am half-shifted—and I hope she thinks I’m wearing green underwear. If I let her see me as I am in the moments before her climax, she’ll know what I am. She may freak out. And I won’t yet have the magic to wipe her memory.

I capture her mouth with mine once more, pull her hands from my waistband, and guide her deeper into the cave where the light barely reaches. The darkness will keep my secret.

“I need to taste you,” I tell her, sliding down to my knees.

“Sto-hop,” she whines.

When I look up at her, pausing my actions, she looks back at me in confusion.

“No, I didn’t mean stop. I just mean—fuck—this is unreal—you’re just—you’re perfect,” she stammers. “Please keep going, oh my god.”

Her fingers lace through my hair as I kiss down her stomach. I push the hem of her dress up, in awe of the shape of her thighs underneath. The lacy underwear she has on makes it hard to see the wetness between her legs, but I can taste her arousal in the air. I groan with desire, kiss up the inside of her thighs, nipping and sucking along the way.

“Stop teasing,” she begs.

My eyes meet hers, and the desperation in them seems a reflection of my own. I hold her gaze as I press my mouth to her mound, my lids growing heavy as I get my first taste of her. She moves her hands to her waistband, but I brush her hands aside, slowly pulling at the lacy fabric. Her legs rub together impatiently.

“You’ll have to stop that if you want me to take these off,” I say. “Spread for me.”

She whimpers, but obliges, muttering a curse under her breath.

I drag a finger along her mound, astonished at how smooth the skin is. As the panties reach her ankles, she steps out as I pull them completely off. She cannot see nearly as well as I can, but even without the dim light from the entrance of the cave, I would be able to see how gorgeous she is. I take it all in, fascinated by her wanton need.

One hand holds the bottom of her dress to her stomach as the other massages her breast, neckline pulled down to expose herself. Maybe she thought she could get away with that without my being able to see. I delight in my ability to see the dark for a moment, to watch that frustration and lust frank in her face, before pushing her legs wider to accommodate my own needs.

When my lips meet her cunt, she lets out the softest, sweetest sound. As I drag my tongue to explore, the sound deepens into something infinitely more carnal. Her hips roll against me as she searches for just the right sensations, and I’m all too happy to accommodate her. Each sound tells me what she likes best, what she needs more of. And the taste of her—I can already taste the potency of the magic within her sex. I need more, so much more.

I pull her leg over my shoulder. She lets out a yelp, hands reaching for stability.

“Are you trying to drown yourself?” she asks with a breathy laugh.

“Yes,” I growl, lapping at her cunt. “The way you move… Fuck my face as much as you like, Teresa. I want to swim in the oceans of your pleasure.”

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