as he lifts my leg and tugs it out further, spreading me across his lap. I might be a little embarrassed at how wide I am if I weren’t so turned on.
“You don’t ever need to be embarrassed with your mates,” he says, like he really is inside my head.
“Okay,” I reply shakily as his fingers begin to slowly inch their way up my thigh. His other hand holds my hip firmly, while his mouth comes down to kiss over the curve of my breasts.
“So soft,” he murmurs as his palm skims up, up, up my leg, making me coil with intense need.
“Still okay?” he asks.
“Just touch me already,” I snap impatiently, because I can’t wait any longer, or I’ll have to drop my hand there and take care of things myself.
Ire lets out a surprised chuckle. “There’s my Snarls.”
And then his hand is right there.
A garbled noise gets stuck in my throat, and my head falls back, my hair tickling my wings. His fingers slowly spread my lips, feeling even in the water that my body has eagerly been responding to the lust he’s called out of me.
“You were glorious on the battlefield,” he tells me, his voice like a cadence of velvet. “So strong,” he says as his finger teases my entrance, slipping just a little inside and making me clench, like I want to hold him there, force him deeper. “So brave,” he goes on, inching in a little bit further.
Greedy and impatient, I rock my hips forward, forcing his finger deeper, and he groans as I get another blessed inch. “Shit, you’re going to feel so good when my cock is buried inside of you.”
“Then do it,” I blurt, picking my head up and looking at him.
He blinks at me, hands freezing, like I’ve just shocked him. “Sable…”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t want to wait, Ire. I know you were just offering to take care of me, and I know this is really, really new, but I want it. I want you. I don’t want to wait.”
He continues to stare at me, a single finger still buried inside of me, his eyes scanning my expression and his mind brushing against mine. “You really want this?” he asks.
To answer him, I show him all the dirty thoughts that I’ve been holding back, every single promiscuous image flashing in my mind’s eye. Me sliding my hand over his hard length, me taking him in my mouth, me running my tongue over his abs, and me lying back with hair and wings splayed as he braces himself above while he sinks into me.
Ire groans heavily, his hand on my hip pinching into my skin with a delicious bite. “Fuck, Sable.”
“Yes, exactly. Now we’re on the same page,” I tell him breathlessly, and then I show him exactly how much I want this, how serious I am about not wasting a moment as I reach down and grip his cock without hesitation, finally feeling those piercings that I’ve been imagining since he got in the tub.
His entire body jolts beneath mine so hard that I go flying back, my wings and back hitting the water before Ire can right me. “Fuck, I’m sorry!” he says as he grabs me by the waist and hauls me up again, but I’m laughing so hard that I can’t tell him it’s okay.
He chuckles and starts nipping at my lips. “Your impatience caught me off guard,” he says with amusement. “Now I’ll know to be ready for you next time.”
“Good,” I say through a smile, and then my fingers flick at the piercing below the head of his dick, and he makes a tempting noise deep in his throat. He brings his fingers down to my aching clit, and our mirth immediately morphs into desire. I drag my body closer to his, needing to press my naked breasts against his chest.
“I want you,” I say as I slowly begin to stroke my fingers over him.
“I fucking need you,” he replies, and then his hands lift me up effortlessly, and I line him up with my center.
Slowly, Ire lowers me down. Inch. By. Inch.
I feel everything. Every single piercing and hard inch of him. My mouth forms an O, my mind incapable of anything other than focusing on the feel of him entering me.
The piercings hit me, rubbing my insides in wicked, precise ridges that are absolutely ribbed for my pleasure. I squirm in his arms because it’s so much, it’s too much;