I reached out, changing to human form as I gripped her arm to yank her back. She slammed into the fridge and did not fight as I pinned her in place, locking her arms to her side and bracing her between my legs. She shivered under me, the form melting away to present her mortal self. A small flash of what looked to be fear lit her eyes before falling to something more haunting.
“He doesn’t know what I smell like as a mortal, and besides, isn’t that the whole point of the scent sharing and invasion of space?” She rolled her hips against me as she spoke, drawing my attention to the dress that hugged her. Her every movement tore at the perfectly constructed resolve I set for myself, shredding it before me with a simple smile pulling at her full lips.
“I told you that only goes so far,” I warned, struggling to ignore the sensation building in my groin.
She pulled the bottle to her lips, her eyes still on me. “Maybe we should try the other way you suggested that will make it stronger.” She took a drink without care of her offer.
Her eyes darkened with a desire and need that called for me, a need I had been denying us both of for far too long. A sensual curve touched her lips as she brought the bottle up for another sip, rolling her body against me as she did. Her free hand smoothed over the front of my slacks, gripping my dick until if found purchase at my belt buckle.
Heat raced through me, creating an uncomfortable pain. The very thought of being inside her again loosened the thin shred of control left.
I snatched the bottle from her and tossed it to the side without care of where it landed. Her eyes widened and breathing spiked as another wave of the fragrant scent lifted from her, breaking me.
“On your knees then,” I ordered.
A smile curved her lips once again as she slid down, nestling herself between my legs as requested. Her hands fumbled with my belt until it was loose enough for her to work on the button. After what felt like an agonizing few seconds, the heat of her hand slipped around me. I sucked in air through my teeth, dropping my head back as she stroked me.
She paused for a moment before the heat of her mouth covered me. I trembled and looked down to enjoy the view I had only ever fantasized, her full lips taking me in until tears began to collect at the corners of her eyes. I pulled back but she took me in again, taking me down to the hilt. The heat of her tongue swirled around as she slowly pulled back. My body shivered with anticipation and I fought to keep still, carving my fingers into the edge of the counter to keep from pounding into her.
She took me in again, pulling back just as slowly, swirling and flicking her tongue as she came to the tip. I groaned out, unable to control the jerking of my hips to be deeper. More tears collected and spilled over, and her mouth grew warm and wet.
“You take me so well.” I pulled back a bit, not trying to hurt her but fuck, was it a sight I wanted to see again. She blinked a few tears free and wiped them away without dropping me. She gave a soft nod and dipped her head down as far as she could go. The fire that had been building felt as though it was ready to explode, sending chills over my body as it numbed my mind.
But I wasn’t ready to finish here. I pulled out and tugged her up onto the counter. My hands worked at her dress, moving the front flap from my way, finding nothing underneath. Her hands ran through my hair while I ran my fingers over her dripping cunt, taking the offered shiver it brought. A faint moan escaped her, urging me forward as I thrust into her tightness. She cried out but pulled me in deeper, gripping me with every pump.
The bittersweet pain flooded my mind. A war between wanting every sensation heightened and wanting to grab her without hurting her began to rage.
“You feel so good,” I groaned, marveling in the flood it caused.
My skin lit up with the prickling strain, ready to shift—but I wasn’t ready to be through even as my fangs began to swell and burn, begging to dig into her skin. I kept going, drinking in each sound. Savoring every look that fluttered across her face.
The growing pressure flooded down from my head to my cock, begging for release in any way. I paused, holding her in place while I held on to the shred of control I had. A low growl rumbled from my chest in irritation, something she seemed to enjoy as another bloom of her scent clouded the space.
She looked up to me with searching eyes. The heat of her palm pressed against my cheek while her thumb smoothed over the bulge my fangs created.
“It’s ok,” she encouraged breathlessly before pressing the softness of her lips to mine, the invading blaze consumed me. She had no idea how wrong she was, but there was no time to explain. The hold I had on myself slipped as my mind wandered too far to rein back. Every nerve ending felt as if they were exploding, releasing any sort of control I thought I had in a washing wave.
I pulled away from her, shifting to my form with a thunderous roar. My tail slammed down between us, stealing away more of the small space available. The room rattled with a booming growl that tore through me, none of which seemed to phase Mina as she watched in amazement.
“I am not opposed to this, but I do not know how we would make it work.” She giggled as she ran her tiny hands through the strands of my hair that fell over her. After a moment she began tracing along whatever pattern fell upon my face. “Your skin is mesmerizing,” she hummed.
I inhaled deeply, trailing my lips over the softness of her legs. “As is yours,” I panted, snaking my tongue out to slide it along her inner thigh. She shook against me with pleased moans. Her arm knocked against something on the counter, sending it crashing down to the floor.
“I can replace that,” she gasped as she tried to see what it was, but I gently cradled her into my hand. This all would be much better enjoyed where there was more space. I climbed the stairs to my room where I was sure she’d find more comfort than a hard countertop.
I knew she wouldn’t have the sense to fear this form, but I never expected this. She remained quiet as I set her on the bed and rocked back to give her space.
“So, how would this work?” she asked with a confused tilt of her head.
“We wait until I can return to a safer form for you.”
“There are other things we can do while we wait,” she offered. No sense of danger. I stifled a chuckle, knowing she was correct, but someone had to be concerned for her safety if she didn’t know to be.
I looked over the dress that still clung to her. “Are you partial to that dress?”
She looked down, running her hands over the fabric to the odd diamond straps at her waist. “I am.”
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