Page 118 of How to Seduce a Slender

Melody sat it aside on the bathroom counter, scanning the room. If she opened her eldritch eye, she’d probably find him hovering in the shadows somewhere.Maybe behind the door?But the giddy thrill of having such a classic romance played on her, she couldn’t help but giggle. Not as she scrambled to the tub, tugging fabric off her body, and letting it crumple to the side. She took the clip on the table beside the tub to pin up her hair before stepping in.The water was perfect.She moaned happily as she sank into it.

It engulfed her and she almost immediately melted into it. At first, nothing happened. She soaked in the warm water and heard the crackling of the bubbles as they broke apart. Then, slowly, shadowy tendrils slithered through the porcelain to touch her skin. She tipped her head back, careful of the clip, and closed her eyes. They crawled along her leg. It took her a minute to realize they were scrubbing her with a loofa until it pressed against her tummy. She jerked and giggled out of surprise. They steadied their touch. Less tickling and more brushing, they scrubbed her from ankle to neck.

Then hands, soft and cold—his shadow hands—brushed cream around her face before lightly washing it off with a steaming towel. She sighed dreamily as it applied the silky cream to her neck, then washed it off. Unlike the rest of her body, there was a permanent purple bite mark on her throat. The flesh had healed but she would always have the mark. It felt like having a tattoo of his name on her skin and entertained her endlessly. He tried to plead with her to let Hazel or Serias or anyone to make it go away.

He stopped when she told him that it was her favorite thing he’d given her. It was proof that he was hers. And they’d be each other’s for an eternity. And if he tried to get it removed, she’d get a tattoo of it. He gawked at the idea of her purposely inking it onto her flesh. He’d since dropped it. The guilt of what happened was slowly going away. They had a silent agreement that he’d only feed from the other side and between her thighs.

Things had been slow. Smith was afraid of breaking her. But he wasn’t allowed a pity party for long. The second her arms were strong again, she yanked him back into bed with her and made him lay with her at the very least. Then he carted her around the house like he had at the beginning. This time, however, he shared her with the others. He would bring her to her art studio and work while he could with her. Somedays he brought her and a sketch pad to his office. And he kept speaking about when she was able to walk around the city again, taking her to the council building.We need to settle your families affairs. There’s a lot of paperwork involved in closing a cold case.Typical Lawyer.

But there was something needy in his eyes when he would look at her.Like he was asking.And she excitedly told him yes every time. She didn’t care about paperwork or bank accounts or broken leases. She cared that he looked so relieved.

And so, she sank further into that water, letting him wash every inch of her skin and cover her cheeks in moisturizer. Because Melody had been cleared by Serias, the healer, that she could return to being a public menace again. Her legs were strong, and she could run again. Her wolf howled in her mind at the thought of being chased again.

Then those hands brushed down her collarbone. Her mouth fell open as nimble fingertips brushed across her nipples. Her back arched as he circled them. Pinched them, teased them, soothed them. Her knees jerked toward her other as if to clench her thighs. Shadow tendrils wrapped around her legs before she had a chance. Smith spread her legs in the tub till her knees pressed against the porcelain lip and other tendrils slithered up through the base of the tub. Her eyes rolled back in her head as one latched around her clit. Teasing her, tugging her, soothing her, much to the same tempo as her nipples. Melody’s hips uselessly bucked and chased the touch. She felt the other tendrils, one at a time until they became one twisted tentacle thrusting into her core.

Melody couldn’t help her eyes fluttering open. Behind the tub, Smith loomed over her with the cruelest, most wicked smirk on his face. “That’s one, sweet girl.”

She smirked, letting her eyes fall closed for only a moment. When she opened them again, he was closer. “That’s two.”

She giggled happily as he bent over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut. Then she repeatedly opened them. “Three.” Closed then open. “Four.”

All the way up to ten before she broke. With every number, he would kiss a spot on her face until he was pressing tender kisses to her lips, breathing the numbers against her face. Melody cried out as the tendrils teasing her cunt finally reaped the reward they were thrusting for. Her legs trembled helplessly trapped against the porcelain walls. Insides quivering, milking shadow tendrils like they were his cock, she shuddered with delight. Smith leaned over her further, snatching up one of her nipples that had crested the water in her body’s reaction. He nipped it lightly before popping from it with a wet smack.

“Ten, sweet girl. You get ten before you get to come again.”

Melody nodded weakly, shivering as if the water was cold. The euphoria of her orgasm left her boneless. A sack of flesh and goop as Smith scooped her out of the tub. He didn’t even bother drying her. Smith bent her over the bathroom vanity, her nipples aching from the frosty kiss of the marble against her skin. His hand moved fast. Striking against her cheek, he made sure to cup it for added sting. Melody’s legs kicked out of reflex.

“Count them, wicked girl, or you’ll be here all night. And I have plans for you.”

“Mmm, thinking of sacrificing me to your eldritch gods again, huh?” she teased, tossing back her head to catch his face in the mirror. The evil curl of his lips, showing off a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth left her insides tingling. She grinned from ear to ear. “One.”

“Good girl,” he sighed dreamily, slapping across her other cheek. Melody melted into the cabinets. Her pussy clenched.

“Two.”

“Very good.” And so, he sang her praise, taking wicked glee in the loudthwacksound that came from his hand across her backside. She cried out every number, each more pitched than the last until she was whimpering as the last blow came across the front of her needy cunt. It stung the best. Her toes curled and she whimpered the word ten. Smith chuckled, “That’s my girl. Now, about that cum I worked so hard for.”

Melody gasped as he ripped her back from the counter and she had no time to react before she was spread across the cold bathroom floor and all the rose petals he’d sprinkled. His mouth was already between her thighs. Melody ground her hips his direction as his mouth trailed hot kisses up the inseam of her thighs.

“First I’m wicked,” she giggled as he nipped at the top of one of her soft thighs. “Now I’m a good girl, which is it?”

“You’re a complex prey, Melody Deathless. You are wicked and good and sweet and mine. All mine.” His words turned from playful to a needy groan as he kissed her curls.He never could resist eating me.Smith was a hungry thing, always starving, always wanting. She would have felt bad about unleashing her full wolfie libido on him…but, they do say you are what you eat. And Smith ate his horny, needy girldamn near every day.

Melody shrieked as he sucked on her clit. He snickered into her cunt before doing it over and over until she saw stars. Then that wicked tongue was driving into her, growing as long as his tendrils to press into her spongey walls. All the while he circled her clit with the pad of his thumb.

Oh, he didn’t mean for her to come. He meant to ruin her ability to walk for the next few days! Got it!She slapped her hands against the floor as he drove her hard and fast into another orgasm. Her throat was nearly raw by the time he let her walls stop convulsing. She’d howled his name over and over until it stopped sounding like his name and more just sounds of pure delight. Her body wasn’t connected to her mind anymore. It was putty for him to have as he pleased.

Panting for air, she tried to fathom words, sounds, thoughts, but he’d filled her brain with endless fog. And then his tongue pressed against her tightened muscle of her ass. Her brain seeped out of her ears as he tactfully pressed and pushed his tongue into her, easing her open. That finger at her clit eased but didn’t stop. He left her dizzy. He left her drunk off his touch. He left her with no room to speak.

Probably for the best. If he let me talk, I’d probably get myself in more trouble on purpose…just to see that look on his face again.

Smith pulled back from her ass, pressing two digits deep in her. He leaned over her, grinning like he’d caught the canary.And he had.Melody whimpered, rocking her hips in tandem with his fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you, sweet girl. Then, you’re going to be good and let me dress you, then you’re going to join me tonight in the ballroom.”

“You want me to walk…after you fucked my brains out? For the brains of this operation, that doesn’t sound very smart,” she teased only to cry out as the heads of both his cocks pressed against her. Slick, cool, slightly humming, they slid into her and lit her veins on fire. Melody arched against the floor, wanting more, needing it faster.

Smith chuckled, “You can stand on my shoes.”

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