Page 23 of Bones

Her smile turns to something more possessive, her eyelids lowering seductively. “Good. Because I’ve never liked to share.”

Fuckity fuckity fuck. I bury my snout against her shoulder,inhaling the truth of her words and scent. Still, I need to know if she means all of me. Not just what I look like in my human form.

“This is who and what I am, Sloan.” I force my arms to let her go and step far enough back she can see all of me. “I am not that human, though I wear that form most of the time. This is what will follow you your entire life.”

Sloan doesn’t immediately tell me she doesn’t care and I’m glad. I don’t think my heart could take it. I need to know she’s truly thinking about this, about me, about our future. Her eyes glide over me and I do my best not to move, wanting her to take whatever time she needs.

Her intoxicating arousal blooms in the space between us, heightening when her eyes find and stay on the large bulge at my groin. A primal growl rumbles from between my sharp canines and I can’t help flicking my long tongue out to taste the air. Her lips are delicious. Imagining what her other lips taste like, slick with her arousal, nearly undoes me.

She wrenches her eyes up at me and her pupils are blown wide with desire. When she speaks, her voice is huskier than normal. “I’m fucked up in a lot of ways, Bones. I only know a few things for sure that I want for my future. One of them is you. All of you.”

I drop my head, nearly dizzy with relief. Arousal shudders through me as I relax my slit and my cock slides free. Sloan gasps but there’s only excitement on her face. Only for her am I willing to do what I do next.

I lower myself to my knees, sitting back on my heels careful of the sharp spurs I have. My cock, hard and slick from mynatural lubricant, stands proudly, arching up towards my chest. The general shape is similar to a human cock, but the massive size isn’t the only difference. My demonic form’s cock has two parallel ridges under the skin spiraling around the shaft to just under the spade shaped head. Pearly seed already beads at the x shaped slit at the tip.

Meeting her eyes, I settle my hands on my thighs. “I am yours to claim.”

Sloan closes the distance between us. Even on my knees, I’m as tall as her; with my horns, I’m even taller. Her hands come up and hold the sides of my snout. Then she presses those sweet lips just above my exposed fangs. Once, twice, three times--peppering sweet, tender kisses across me until all I’m practically snarling with restraint.

Then she whispers, “You said something about fucking me until I scream your name, Bones. I want that.”

With those words she releases the frail leash I had on my control.

I surge to my feet, careful not to harm her. Instead of stepping away, Sloan wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against the exposed bones of my torso. She’s still wearing the jeans and cotton tank top that have been taunting me with her body. With a growl, I grab the neckline of her shirt and tear it down the middle.

“Hey!” Sloan’s protest is filled with laughter. Her arousal grows stronger and I fill my lungs with it.

“I’ll buy you more clothes,” I promise, dropping my snout to her neck and shoulder. I drag my fangs against her skin just hard enough to leave a trail of red but not break the skin. She moans, dropping her head to the side to give me more access.

Just as quickly as her top, I rip through her jeans being careful to not catch her delicate skin with my talons. When they’re at her feet in shreds, I happily realize I’d rid her of her underwear as well. A quick brush of my palm over her shoulders has her ruined shirt and bra joining the rest and leaving her bare before me.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” I whisper, not caring if she can hear the want in my voice. I fist my cock at the base, squeezing tight as I fight the urge to bend her over the bed and fuck her.

Sloan’s breasts are larger than I’d realized, the nipples a pale pink and tightening into hard peaks as I stare at them. Her belly is flat and toned, her hips curvy and perfect to hold onto. I can smell her arousal and I know her pussy is dripping, her musky scent drawing me. I lick my lips, anticipating the flavor.

“Sit,” I order, keeping my hand around my cock as I turn and lower myself to my knees again.

She smirks at me, not moving. “I thought I was claiming you. Shouldn’t I be giving the orders?”

“Then hurry up and give me a command,” I taunt. She captures her lower lip between her teeth as I slowly pump my cock. “I will worship you anyway you want. Gladly.”

At that she moves past me and sits on the bed she’d chosen. Her confident smirk shifts into something more shy. She keeps her legs closed, her arms loosely wrapped around her pert breasts. I give her a moment but when the scent of her uncertainty and nerves reaches my nostrils, I ease forward until my knees brush against her cute little toes. I plant my hands on either side of her and lean in close, refusing to give her a chance to overthink.

“Should I tell you what I want to do and you tell me yes or no?”

Sloan nods, her cheeks flushing a delicious pink.

“I want to start with these.” I bring a hand up to her breast, moving her arms away, and gently cupping it. I rub a thumb over the hardened nipple and she whimpers. “I want to taste them.”

“Yes,” she gasps.

I take her other nipple in my mouth, careful of my fangs, and suck. Sloan cries out, her hips jerking and her hands coming to my shoulders. Her nails dig into the muscles, sending a thrill through me. I play with her breasts, licking and sucking, biting and squeezing. With each touch she makes more delicious noises, her hips rocking and her hands grasping at my shoulders.

“Bones!” Sloan’s fingers wrap around my horns.

I pull my head away and her breasts bounce free. “Want me to tell you more?”

“Please,” she begs.

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