While You Were Creeping - Poppy Rhys Page 0,36

too much, evidenced by my uncomfortably tight pants.

I pressed her against the refrigerator, the Christmas magnets I’d placed sliding off to clatter against the floor.

“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned against my mouth, her breaths warming my tusks. The feeling was strange and addictive. Kissing wasn’t something I’d had much of in the past. It was awkward with tusks but, fuck convenience—I’d take clumsy and feels-damn-good any day.

“Caution—” kiss, nip, moan, “to the wind,” she muttered, driving her hands into my mane and tugging.

The growl that burst out of me took us both by surprise. Holly’s hips worked against me and I couldn’t fucking take it any longer.

I needed us both out of these clothes.

“Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom!” Holly insisted, barely removing her lips from mine.

Guess she needed us out of these clothes too.

As much as I wanted to take her on every surface imaginable in this apartment—maybe even some places outside this apartment too—I didn’t want anything stopping this from happening.

Fuck you, table! You wouldn’t get to break beneath our zealous grinding and ruin my nut!

And, oh yes, it would be zealous. The mental image of Holly’s skin rippling as she pushed back on my cock—

Shit.

I couldn’t think about that.

It’d been a hundred plus years since I’d been with anyone. My blue balls would not fuck this up for us.

The only time Holly let up was to tear off her shirt and flimsy bra somewhere along the way. When I tossed her on the bed, those beautiful mounds jiggled and I lost all thought.

All thought besides cupping them. Squeezing them. Plucking at her pink, rock-hard nipples like they were my favorite instrument.

Those moans.

Those damn moans!

Holly clawed at me, tearing away my shirt, my pants soon following.

“Jeezus,” she breathed, gaze transfixed on my painfully erect length.

“Don’t blow on it,” I warned, “or we’ll both be fucking sorry.”

Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, a cheeky grin hiking up one side of her mouth and I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing.

Yeah, I did.

Holly was so damn beautiful. I could admit that. And it wasn’t the fact we were about to commit deliciously explicit acts that had me believing it.

Not even when I tugged at her stretchy leggings only to find out she wasn’t wearing panties.

That wasn’t beautiful.

No.

Fiercely erotic?

Yes.

Hell yes!

“If you never wore panties again,” I kissed up the inside of her velvety thigh, shivering at how she stroked my horns, “I wouldn’t complain. I might have a permanent hard-on, but I wouldn’t complain.”

“Remind me to burn all my panties,” she declared, as she spread her thighs for me.

Again, my brain and lungs stopped communicating as I stared at her pussy, bewitched.

Soft red curls adorned her there. Her lips—that were obscenely puffy and gave me the wild urge to gently bite and suck on them—were damp with slick.

If I’d had any doubt she was a true redhead, the proof lay right before me.

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HOLLY

I squirmed under his gaze. Squirmed and gently gripped his horns to guide him closer... closer...

His warm breath fanned over my wet folds and I whimpered, already edging. Which was pathetic if I thought about it.

But... it’d been so long since anything male had been this close to kissing my clit that I was, admittedly, too excited. A toy couldn’t compete.

And this was Kye.

Kye, Kye, Kye.

“The way you breathe my name,” he groaned, his tongue sliding against my core, drawing a lewd mewl from me and a wanton roll of my hips. “Keep saying it, Holly.”

Had I said his name aloud? Didn’t matter. I’d say whatever he wanted me to say if it meant he’d give me more of that forked tongue.

“Kye,” I whispered, fighting the urge to trap his face between my legs. “More. Please, more.”

When his warm, slick tongue brushed against my clit for the first time, I thought I said his name too loud. Might’ve screamed it.

Stars burst behind my pinched eyelids, my breath hitched, and my back bowed. I hadn’t even come and already I trembled at the exquisite waves of pleasure rolling through me.

When his tongue circled, flicked, and fluttered against my clitoris, I couldn’t spread my thighs wide enough for him. I couldn’t stop grinding against his mouth, tusks be damned.

A rush of warm breath would heat me up just to cool me down when he’d inhale.

That. That was divine.

His name became a rambling prayer on my lips until I opened my eyes and looked down.

It was a mistake.

A gratifying mistake.

Seeing Kye’s long tongue twirl around my most intimate and sensitive bundle of nerves in between gentle sucks