A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 1)

“I need to taste you.” He dropped to his knees behind me, slapping against my ass and taking a healthy grip. He pushed me forward and spread me wide as he licked up my center. I shivered, moaning his name. It felt so much better than that dream. So much better than anything I’d ever experienced.

I pushed my butt back at him, and he sucked down my folds. His tongue played with my clit until he sucked that in too, pulsing the suction. I groaned in bursts, gyrating. He slid his hand over my butt cheek and snaked his thumb in between. He moved the pad gently over my puckered hole, and a strange thrill arrested me. He didn’t go farther, though. He stood and flipped me, then pushed me farther onto the bed.

His hair was tousled and his eyes hooded as he raked his gaze down my naked flesh. I let my knees fall and dropped my fingers between them, stroking within my wetness.

I thought he would unfasten his pants and free that big cock, but he just adjusted himself before he flung my hand away and bent eagerly. He worked his fingers into me and sucked on my clit. With his free hand, he reached up and rubbed my breast, playing with my nipple in a way no one else ever had. Circles and loops and little pinches. It enhanced the pleasure of his mouth. Drove me out of my skin.

I arched into his hand, jerked my hips against his mouth. I grabbed his hair in a hard grip to keep him put until I was finished.

He growled and worked harder, faster. My body melted and then started to fray. The pleasure crowded me, blocking out the room and everything else. Everything clenched and then I fractured, coming in a thick, heady burst of raw sensation.

He slid his hands down my sides but didn’t push up. His kisses against my pussy softened. His tongue stroked in the aftermath, giving me pleasant shivers. He ducked a little, pushing my knees up, and licked down farther still, over that forbidden hole. The tickle made me squirm, and I wondered if it would hurt for him to take me there, or if it would be pleasurable. I wondered just what sort of kinks I might have. It was impossible not to in a place like this.

I wondered if he’d always had the same sort of thoughts but never let himself explore them.

He shoved my legs over and stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. Even that was sexy for reasons I couldn’t explain.

“Get some sleep,” he barked, before turning. “And don’t bitch at me when you regret this in the morning.”

With that, he pushed through the door and yanked it closed behind him. The key turned.

I laughed softly at his quick personality shift. The guy was clearly battling his arousal. He might not like me, but he clearly wanted to fuck me. It wasn’t just our animals, or why had he taken my panties? We were in the same boat. And given I didn’t want to ruin my incredible high from that orgasm, I’d deal with it tomorrow.

I pulled my animal to the forefront, sharing space. She gave the feeling of stretching lethargically, and I crawled to the head of the bed.

Fuck, that male is so alpha, my animal purred. I love when he asserts his dominance. He has a lot of power. He’ll be good protection for our young.

Yikes. That’s not going to happen. I tucked myself into the covers, looking out at the brightly lit night. Soon the moon would wane and I’d have to be better about lighting candles. We need to stop letting him touch us, actually. It’s fun, I’ll admit, but it’ll likely end badly for us.

Probably. I get the impression from his beast that the man carries a lot of guilt for his actions before the curse. That he has resigned himself to this half-life as a penance. He is duty-bound but doesn’t want to drag anyone else into his misery. His beast needs you to save the man. I implied that the man has to save himself. That didn’t go over well.

When did you talk about all that? How did you talk about all that?

We didn’t talk. There are many ways to communicate—speaking is just one of them. You need to learn.

I rolled my eyes. I hadn’t even shifted. I’d only felt and known my animal for a day. How the hell was I supposed to know anything about being a shifter?

I let it go, though. I was too sleepy.

Save the man.

That wasn’t really my specialty. And even if I did, it wouldn’t help those dying from the sickness.

No, first I needed to figure out a way to save the people. I agreed with my animal—Nyfain needed to save himself.