She’d quickly learn he could be rather devious and cheeky. If she was this way already, he could only imagine how much he’d screw himself over by teasing her when she’d likely turn it around on him and get him riled up. He’d always been a fan of those kinds of games.
Jabez grabbed the end of her snout and wiggled her skull side to side in his big fist. “I should have known this skull type of yours would end up meaning you’re a menace. I’m assumingyou’ve never heard the term ‘fuck like rabbits,’ but it shouldn’t be too hard to guess its meaning.”
She produced this little giggle that instantly knotted his chest and stomach.
“Does that mean we can do it again?” Her orbs flickered with bright yellow, and hesworethe base of her tail wagged in excitement... right on his cock.
I’m doomed.
He avoided her gaze by looking down, and a set of tits came into view, both nicely tipped with dark-grey nipples. The urge to touch them pestered him, his tongue licking against the roof of his mouth at the idea of tasting them again, but he managed to restrain himself – barely.
He sighed, realising the view wasn’t helping, and looked back up. “You’re worse than any female I’ve ever met. How can you be this obsessed with sex already?”
She’d had one proper feel of cock and apparently it was on the forefront of her mind. The fact she wasn’t even hiding it didn’t correspond with the shyness she’d once held, nor the fact that she’d only done it once. Well, technicallytwice.
Zylah scratched at the side of her bony snout bashfully. “Because I like it. It feels good.”
“We need to talk,” he redirected with strain, wincing because stating it hurthim.
Her orbs flickered with blue this time, but they quickly settled to teal. “Can’t we talk later?” She shook her backside against him. “I want more.”
Now that they’d broken down the physical barrier between them, and she knew he desired her, Jabez wondered if she was purposefully trying to utilise it against him. Did all this confidence truly come from her own desire, or her reluctance to let him go? Perhaps she thought the more they shared their bodies, the less likely he’d say what he came here to explain.
It was a good plan. Had he been a weaker creature, he may have faltered already. The talk of being intimate with her again had ensured his blood was throbbing against her, and his mind was getting fuzzy in its clarity.
Grappling to get control of the situation before he couldn’t think of anything but being buried inside that hot, perfect, tight pussy of hers, he searched for an out. Something to put between them, or rather, to bolster his self-control.
“Why don’t you show me what you look like in the other dress you got? The red one,” he asked, hoping that clothing her would ease his thoughts. It surely would stop his greedy gaze from drifting down to her breasts again... like it did now.
“Why? I’ll just want it off again.” Cheeky little minx.
She went to wrap her arms around his neck, but a hiss of pain whistled past his bared fangs as his back arched in surprise. She flung her hands away, only to pull his shoulder forward to look over it.
“I... you... you’rehurt!” she cried. “Did I do this?!”
Just as he was about to chuckle, the pain inconsequential to him, coolness radiated around his wounds. A curt snarl burst from him as he gripped both her wrists and shoved them into the air near her head.
It was too late. The sting of her claw marks faded, and his irritation only deepened when he tossed away her arms.
“You shouldn’t take away a man’s trophies, Zylah,” he rumbled with a glare. This time, he pulled her shoulder forward so he could see the wounds she’d taken from him. “Now you’re pointlessly hurt, when I’d been planning to heal myself.”
He’d just needed blood or meat – he could utilise either. He was also hungry, so it would have killed two requirements.
Hemayhave been considering healing them only to a point. He usually ridded himself of noticeable scars, but he’d been fondof the idea of having the signs he’d pleasured a female well on his back. Her, especially. A little gift for him to remember.
“But I hurt you,” she whined, her orbs shifting to blue as she looked down at her sharp claws. “I don’t even know when I did it.”
He drifted his gaze to them and thumbed the needle-tipped point of one. “It would be wise for you to sheath your claws when you’re being intimate.” Then, thinking better of it, becauseheliked them scoring him, he added, “Or you can file them back, like this.”
Like he’d done to his own nails, he managed to singe away the sharpest part of her claws until they were blunter. She’d still be able to rend flesh with them, but it’d require much more force. If the male did her right, he shouldn’t have a problem gaining his own little trophies... just not so deep.
“I’m sorry,” she grumbled.
“I bite, you scratch. It’s fine,” he stated, offering her a pacifying grin.
She chittered, the sound light and sweet as she avoided his eyes. “But I don’t mind your fangs.”
Jabez didn’t know whether to sigh at how she wouldn’t let this go, or instantly nip her in want because she liked his fangs. No one liked his fangs. They weren’t short like human teeth, and they were pointed and sharp. He lacked long canines that usually helped to stop the rest of one’s fangs from sinking into someone unless a lot of pressure was given.