Page 44 of Claiming Starlight
He was first. First to dirty her, mark her, take her, make her scream in release. Have to make her safe, though. His beast dick was too big. The slave ring at the tipwould tear her in two and hit her tiny cervix like a hammer. Picking up her hand, he put it on the head of his cock. She had to help him.His fingers were too thick to unscrew the little ball in this shape.
In automatic obedience, her fingers curled around him, but she didn’t know what to do. Frustrated with his inability to communicate with her because the sounds, scents, and body language of his kind meant nothing to her, he put his hands over hers, trying to guide her. His encouraging croon sounded like an impatient snarl to his own ears.
She babbled his name, her skin pebbling in the early evening air, nipples hard, his big paws holding her hands at the head of his sloppy red dick. Such a fucking delicious sight. He had to get inside her, had to get her ass in the air and his cock shoved inside that heat.
She tried to take her hands away, flustered. “What do you want? I don’t want to—I will not pull that out. I won’t. I can’t. You can’t make me do that. I won’t pull it.”
He chuffed at her misunderstanding. Like she could hurt him. Her outrage at thinking he asked her to was endearing. The girl melted to a puddle at the idea when it was him afraid of hurting her. Silly kitten. He might have lost his patience but for her reaction. He kept her hands there, using her fingers to do what he couldn’t. It took her a moment to realize he wanted her to move the bead on the ring.
Once she did, he slipped it free. Putting the hot metal up to her lips, he watched her face go from surprise to confusion, then to resignation; the change happened so fast with her and so often the shift should have its own name. He loved that fucking look on her face. The way she accepted the metal permeated with his essence and heat, and the soft way her lips came together to kiss the ring would become embedded in his memories. Fuck. He wanted a tattoo on his skin of the moment—the witch kind that didn’t disappear with a shift.
That’s right. His perfect bit of starlight.Untouched and innocent as the night, he was gonna spend a lifetime trying to make her dirty. He vocalized a sound of approval—she was his very good girl, after all—and licked her cheek and neck in reward. That led to tasting the salt of her tears, licking her eyes again, and going back down to her delectable chest. He had to stop and nip at her breasts, mark them up good, bite her nipples just so until she made that throaty whimpering sound and forgot all about being naked outside.
She was soft and feminine, but her hips jutted just a little too sharp, her ribs just a little too easy to see. He was gonna feed her all the good shit he could get his hands on, plump her belly up to go with her fine ass. Licking and kissing her sharp edges, he made his way down to her pussy. He’d taste her honey again before he ripped it apart with his monstrous cock and showed her how good it would be between them.
Chapter Nine
Sophie
Micah was huge. He filled up her vision, sucked away the air. She shivered all over in his presence, so consumed with conflicting feelings she couldn’t discern them. What she saw was horrifying. What her body felt was mortifying and exciting. There was too much to take in. He’d overwhelmed her from the first moment they spent together and the time since had been one stunning, shocking moment after another, but this—This was too much.
Head and features of a wolf, crystal glowing eyes under an animal brow–snout, black nose, rows of teeth, and averyinhuman tongue.
Ridiculous, obscenely long, inhuman tongue that licked her hot and wet, heavy with the mist of his breath, and rougher than a man’s. It felt good. Heaven help her, she liked it.
His body as a man was beautiful, like one of those old advertisements, a famous athlete from the time before. But his body in shift was twice as large, as perfect as an ancient statue of a god, every muscle standing prominently beneath stretches ofthick fur on his back, legs, and upper chest. Humanoid from shoulder to thigh,his hands and lower legs to his feet were not. And she didn’t care. He was an animal, a beast. Her mind screamed, but her body became soft and pliant.
What was wrong with her? She didn’t know herself at all.
His tongue at her breasts, the noises he made, shattered her ability to think. There were things she should say, something she should remember, but Micah slid his tongue across her nipple at just the right time and took every idea right out of her head.
He licked down her body. She braced her hands to move, clawing at the lawn and dirt. Any second, she’d tell him to stop. But he nudged her legs apart with his snout and they opened, wanton, even eager, her hips bucking in anticipation of what he was going to do with that new tongue.
He said she was good and clean, but she wasn’t. She was bad. Wrong. Messed up. His nose was cold. When it nudged the lips of her sex, she burst into tears, saying his name. “Micah, Micah, Micah.”
She held back different words. He could never know. Dirty, awful words.Yes, please. Lick me. Taste me. Do it. Go deep. Please, Micah. Please. Please. Please!
She was so swollen there she could feel the flesh of her vulva, the way her clit stood up, aching, tingling with want and nerve endings shimmering with awareness. She wanted him to mark her most intimate place. Own her. Bite her like he had her nipples. Even when she knew it would hurt and she would hate it.
She would. She would hate it. Nobody could want that.
He ravaged her with his tongue, lapping up her arousal. There was a pull and a snap, and she knew the string thing he’d put on her that morning was in shreds. Sophie tried to sit up, but he pushed her down with a hand on her stomach before taking up her thighs and legs into the v of his lap, so he didn’t have to reach down so far.
Her legs braced at his broad shoulders, her bottom lifted, only her upper back and head still touched the ground. When he had her where he wanted her, he began licking in earnest. Split open, helpless, she felt the night against sensitive tissues that never saw the light of day. Starting at the fleshy part of her thighs, he licked as if he had to get every taste of her mess, pleased noises escaping his throat. It felt good, but the position was weird. Everything was strange.
His long tongue licked the curve of her thighs, over her bottom, in the creases. His nose rested just outside her slit, puffing hot air onto her, while his tongue—so long and thick—reached around her. How could it be? The pressure was gentle yet firm, and he put it everywhere, in just the right places, taking his time. Making her crave.
“Please, Micah. Please, please,” she babbled.
Lick me. Taste me. Do it. Go deep. Please, Micah.
Finally, he moved to the middle, licking down her seam, the outside, and then between.
His animal tongue was thick, soft, and scalding hot. Perfection. His drool mixed with her own excitement, and he lapped noisily in the mess, sloshing in it with grunting, growly noises as he ate her center. Raunchy and awful, but every stroke and sound left her in frustrated pleasure. Because she wanted more. Needed it.
He licked everywhere. Spent too long in the back, tickling. Her sounds were half objection and half stunned ecstasy. From back to front and front to back, the seams between her thighs, but right past her hole and her clit, teasing like he did last night, making her want. But she wouldn’t ask. She wouldn’t. How could he make her ask; it was crude and dirty. At least he couldn’t use words right now. Couldn’t tell her to. She wouldn’t ask him to lick her clit. Suck it.Bite it with his shifter teeth.
The way he held her, her own chest blocked her view of what he was doing. Her cheeks flushed at the very idea. He grasped her left breast in his claws, pulling it towards himself, squeezing. Squishing the fragile flesh until his claws scraped her skin. Then he pinched at her nipple, deep at the base, pulling on the flesh of her areola. Micah made it hurt as he lifted her breast away from her body and shook it like a toy.
