Page 84 of Heartsong
The breath he sucked in and then let out was noisy and full of overwrought patience.
“I don’t know, you haven’t touched me there yet.”
Anna snorted a laugh. “Fair enough.”
All she had to do was make the tiniest space in the elastic and his cock practically did the rest. Even hotter than she imagined, she could feel the heat he radiated before even taking hold of him.
The hand on her hip tightened its grip, but otherwise Frey held perfectly still.
At first her touch was tentative, exploratory. She traced his shape, the thick girth of the shaft and curve of the head. Her fingertip came away wet after teasing the slit, and she ran the pad of each finger over him before sliding down the shaft again.
Her cunt clenched at the feel and weight of him in her hand. There was a bit of relief to find that he was human-shaped, if inhumanly sized. His balls hung heavy behind the root of his cock, hairless and hot. She gathered them in her palm and squeezed ever so slightly.
With a huff, Frey’s mouth took hers in a savage kiss, and Anna moaned with satisfaction. She pumped her hand in time to his invading tongue, a sense of feminine power burning her quicker than wildfire to hold such a big, powerful man in her hand like this.
When he let her go to take a breath, Anna asked, “Did you mean everything you said?” She pumped him again, root to tip, and added a little twist of her wrist at the end.
Fangs bared, he still didn’t jerk his hips or tackle her to the bed or demand she hurry up.
“Yes,” was all he said, voice gone gravelly and strained with how tight he held himself.
“Good,” she murmured against his lips, “I did, too.” And she kissed his fangs as a resonant groan filled her ears.
“If this is just your trying, I’m more than amenable.”
Her lips twisted holding back a smug smirk, and she tried not to pat herself on the back too hard. “Yeah? You feel good?”
His grimace melted into a cocksure grin that Anna felteverywhere. Claws slid into her hair and tugged, arching her neck and holding her in place just so.
That horned head ducked, and then a hot tongue laved up the column of her throat. “Mmm,” he hummed, “you are the sweetest pain, my Anna.”
She shouldn’t have found that so sexy, but right now, he could’ve read a vacuum manual and she’d have eaten up every word.
With her shirt rucked up under her tits after all their rolling around, she gasped when she held his cock to the exposed skin of her belly. The thick vein that snaked along the underside pulsed against her, and the head bobbed and leaked precum onto her skin.
She worked him with both hands, getting them nice and wet with his slick. She throbbed between her thighs, the beat keeping time to the pulse that pounded from his cock and chest. With his mouth working hers as surely as she worked his cock, Anna fell into the sensations, feeling her own orgasm growing inside.
She’d never been one to come quickly or without quite a bit of stimulation, so to feel one coming on had her movements growing greedy. She squeezed a little harder, pumped a little faster. As if sensing her need, Frey’s hand slid from her hip to her butt, pulling her in tight to him and trapping his cock between them. He palmed her ass, kneading his fingers into the flesh.
Anna gasped, trying to form the words to tell him to take off his pants, when he went still in her hands.
His head snapped toward the window, and that purr she loved so much turned into a furious growl.
“Wha—?”
A loud groan burst from his lips, and Frey’s hand closed around hers on his cock. He squeezed for a moment, face gone stark with need, but then he pulled her hands away.
“It’s nearly dawn,” he told her.
Anna’s body screamed, her mind not quite understanding until she too looked at the window. Just under the hem of the blackout curtains was the faintest line of light.
With another groan, Frey climbed out of bed.
A plaintive noise escaped Anna’s throat, and she followed him on her hands and knees. This couldn’t be happening—they were just getting started and sheachedfor him and—
“Frey,” she moaned.
He turned from where he’d come to stand in the corner of her room, just out of reach. His face etched in deep lines of hunger as he tucked himself away, the look he cast her took her breath away.
