Page 51 of Wedding the Werepanther

“It’s okay.” I reach for her hand, wanting to soothe away whatever this is, wanting to make it better.

Kayla takes a shuddering breath. “No, it’s not.” Her voice breaks on a little hiccup.

That hiccup fuckingkillsme.

“There’s something wrong with me.”

“There can’t be.” I tug until she faces me again. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re so wrong.” Her lips twist. “I can’t… I can’t finish with another person.”

“And by finish you mean…” I lift an eyebrow.

“Come. Climax. Orgasm.” A flash of her normal fiery spirit shows as she says the words with defiance. “However you want to say it, I can’t do it.”

I make my voice soft. “Not ever?”

“I can by myself, with toys.” At my puzzled expression, her cheeks darken. “Sexual toys.”

The idea immediately intrigues me. Do humans have videos about this? I’ve already watched several to learn about sex in this form, but I haven’t explored toys yet. I’ll have to check, because I’m more than happy to use anything that will help me win her.

“See, you’re not broken.” I stroke her cheek, her skin warm satin. “Let me prove it to you.”

Her eyes flutter for a moment as she sways toward me. Then she pulls back. “I don’t want to finalize the consummation clause.”

My heart pinches, but it’s not a complete rejection, and I’m not going to spoil my careful hunt by rushing things now. Turning to the parchment, I say, “Victoria, please outline the specific requirements that will activate the consummation clause.”

“Consummation for a heterosexual couple refers to the penis penetrating the vagina,”the house writes.“What else could it mean?”

A grin stretches my cheeks. As I suspected, the house is terribly old-fashioned. I plan to make good use of her limited definition.

“That leaves so very many things we can try.” The internet videos have beenfascinating. Humans are delightfullyadventurous, and I can’t wait to play. I lift Kayla’s hand to my mouth and suck on her finger, fluttering my tongue against the tip. “Play with me, my wife.”

She gives one of those soft, breathy gasps, the ones she thinks I can’t hear when she watches me parade around the backyard shirtless.

The sound goes straight to my cock. A growl rumbles through my chest as I pick her up. She sucks in a surprised inhale and throws her arms around my neck, laughing breathlessly as I bound up the stairs.

I toss her onto the bed and leap to land over her on all fours.

She gapes up at me, cheeks flushed, the scent of her arousal perfuming the air and driving me wild.

I give her one fervent kiss, all teeth and tongues and longing, then pull away while I can still stop myself. Sliding to the end of the bed, I rise up on my knees and pull off her shoes to toss them aside. Then I sit facing her as she pushes up to sit with her back against the headboard. “Show me,” I growl. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

Her fingers slide down the soft swell of her stomach to pop the button of her jeans. Determination and vulnerability war for domination over her face as the zipper makes a slow descent.

The only expression I want to see from her is pleasure.

When she lifts her hips to push at the waist of her jeans, I tug on the legs, pulling them free. Kayla lies before me in only a T-shirt and purple panties, her round thighs begging for my touch. “Goddess, you’re so beautiful. Spread those legs for me. Let me see if those little panties are wet.”

She gives one of her soft gasps as her thighs part, the center of her panties dark purple with wetness.

A groan tears from me as I cup a hand around the raging erection pressing against the front of my leather pants. “Look atyou. Already so wet for me. Already the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her fingers drift down, dipping under the satiny fabric and moving frantically.

“No.” I grip her ankle and squeeze. “I need toseeyou.”

Kayla licks her lips, her eyes darting to my bulge. “You first.”