Page 51 of How to Woo the Undead

“Only one way to find out,” he confessed in a rush of air out of his lungs. Her fingers teased him out of his seat till he stood between her knees. Austin, despite the hunger growing in his belly for the feel of her lips against his, croaked, “You are upset. We shouldn’t.”

“Youare upset,” she countered.

“You have a better reason,” he retorted, hands falling to the cold metal beside her hips. She leaned back an inch to be able to look him in the eye as he leaned over her. Fingers traced up the inside of his arms to the front of his shirt.

“You were upset first,” she whispered like she was worried someone would hear. The sound was so breathless it ran a shiver down his spine and left his scalp tingly.

“I don’t have any other reason why we shouldn’t,” Austin wheezed.

“Good,” she grinned wickedly, curling her fingers around his shirt. “Do you still like when I tell you what to do?”

“Yes,” he begged, slumping against the worktable. It groaned under his full weight as he melted like chocolate for her. Hyacinth’s warm, rumbly chuckle made his toes curl against the frosty, tile floor.

“Then take off this shirt. I want to feel you beneath my fingers,” she commanded so softly he thought he’d imagined it. Yet his body obeyed her so helplessly. Reaching behind himself, heswiftly tossed the fabric over her head. His gaze locked onto her lilac orbs. They glittered with mischief and delight before roaming down his face, to his chest. Her fingers traced the massive ‘x’ shaped stitching down to his belly where he was closed up in two different places. Austin shivered when she ran her fingers down the stitches near his hip. “Do you like when I touch you?”

“I like when you look at me, Hyacinth.” He nearly burst like a balloon pressed against a sewing needle. “I love when you touch me.”

She shifted closer to the edge of the worktable. The warmth of her core pressed against the front of his pants was enough to make his knees weak. Then she plucked the strings at the front of his pants and they went limp. Weighed down by all the desperate, salacious thoughts he’d stuffed in his pockets about the woman in front of him, his trousers were ankle traps in an instant. His cock sat in her lap, just happy to be freed from his cotton prison.

Her fingers traced a ring of stitches around the base with a curious hum. “Austin?”

“I…uh…”Oh, right, that.He laughed sheepishly as he tried to explain his ridiculousness while her fingers teased the silky skin up his cock. Austin was still wearing his original cock, but he didn’talwaysuse that one. Once upon a time, it was funny to switch it out on a whim because he could. Different species had different anatomy and sometimes it was easier to ride a horse for 3 days straight with a mating tentacle instead of a cock. The moment it was stitched in place, it worked like all his other limbs, taking the same stimuli and responses that all his body parts did.

But suddenly it felt childish to tell the pretty woman stroking him with both hands…that sometimes he would change out his cock for more wacky options because he was bored.

“I sometimes change it for other options,” he confessed with a dreamy sigh as she pressed the pads of her thumbs to his tip. She circled it, toying with the drop of pre-cum that’d already formed. Hyacinth spread it with the precision of someone who knew what they were doing. Which was baffling and refreshing, as he wasn’t sure he knew how to tell her what he liked. Hyacinth stroked her hands back down his shaft, taking extra time to trace the deep dorsal vein that wrapped around the middle of him. Austin was longer than he was thick, but that didn’t mean anything when the pretty woman smiling up at him couldn’t wrap a single fist around him. Yet, she didn’t flinch as she applied pressure at his base and stroked back up to his tip.

“Could I ask you to change it for me?” she inquired before she pushed off the metal ledge. Austin nearly stumbled backward, but she had him by the reins. She held him fast with one hand before dropping to sit on the stool he abandoned earlier. It put her mouth right at his tip.There’s no way it’s going to fit.Yet she swiped her tongue up the underside of his cock and sent his brain spinning out of control.

Wait, she asked a question!He had to grab ahold of the worktable to keep himself up. Dizzy didn’t describe it.

“I-I-I could—do you want me to? Right now? I could do it right now.” He was babbling as his eyes fluttered closed. His hips helplessly rutted forward despite the fact it wasn’t in her mouth. Between her kissing and licking him, hefeltslick. Then her hands kept a steady pressure around him. She kissed his tip again and his legs trembled.

“Not yet,” she purred, clearly enjoying herself. “If you changed it after you came, would it still be soft?”

“Uh, well…” He blinked his eyes back open to focus on her pleased face. She grinned up at him before purposely swiping her tongue against his heavy tip. Austin groaned, hips bucking for her. She did it again and again before licking her lips and sliding them around his tip. He could not get further back than her teeth, but it didn’t matter. Not while she stroked him fast with her hands. Noises he’d never made before, even when touching himself, spilled out of his mouth. It wasn’t a groan, but it wasn’t a moan; it was a stifled, strangled sound that told Hyacinthexactlyhow much he liked her mouth around him. How much he liked when spittle dribbled out of her mouth and her eyes fell closed against her cheeks, he enjoyed it all.

Austin came with a slap of his palm against the slab. His balls snapped up against his body and relief flooded him. He panted her name, chanting it like a prayer to the skies as his body convulsed. Hips rutting so stiffly, he didn’t want to shove his cock down her throat and choke her.She didn’t ask for that.He groaned at his own hungry thoughts as he sank his head against the cool, slab of metal.

Hyacinth slipped out from under him. Austin wasn’t aware of anything she was doing until the dizziness of coming hard and fast cleared his system. When he did blink at her, his heart stopped. It took a long moment for it to restart because Hyacinth was naked. She folded her chemise up into a neat little pile beside her. Austin watched with his mouth open like a drooling dog over a pile of raw meat as she raked her hair up and off her neck and tied it up with a simple strip of fabric.

“You never did answer me,” she giggled, putting her hands to her bare hips.

“I-I-I would—it would reset if I attached new…pieces.” He pushed up from the slab. “I can also—we have potions here for—well not forthat,” he snorted awkwardly before swallowing over his tongue.I’m ruining this. The beautiful, sexy woman who likes you and wants you to fuck her is clearly—speak! Words! Austin!“What would you like?”

“What would I like?” She parroted with her eyebrows up to her hairline.

“Yeah,” he panted, scrambling to free his ankles from his pants. “I’ve got tentacles, I’ve got normal, I’ve got ones with knots. I’ve got ones with bulbs.”

Hyacinth dragged her feet slowly across the floor, practically dancing her way. He stepped back from the worktable as she put her hands on its edge and hoisted herself back up onto it. Kicking her legs out in front of her, she studied him with those playful eyes. Finally, she released him from the chokehold she held him in. “Grab a potion Austin. I would like to feel your cock this time. I’ll keep the others in mind.”

“Mine?” He glanced down at his softened cock. Still massive and heavy, it hung from him and he scrambled for what to say. “You’ll need to be wet.”

“Wet, I can be.” Hyacinth slid back on the slab in order to spread her thighs wide. Austin stopped, mid-step, to watch her fingers glide through her glistening curls. Those damn, perfect, puffy lips curled up high on her cheeks when she caught him again. “Austin, the potion.”

“Right!” He slapped a hand to the top of his head with a laugh. Austin jerked to life, rushing to the potion cabinet and rifling through it for a simple reinvigoration potion. Yet, every few moments, he peeked over his shoulder. Watching her play with herself, head hung back, wings fluttering behind her, he could already feel his cock stirring. Even without a potion, if he were able to sit and watch her do that for a while, he could imagine he’d be hard as stone. Then he felt his fingers wrap around a familiar vial and he plucked it out of the cabinet.

Austin walked back to the worktable. He uncorked the bottle with his thumb and tossed it back. When he settled the empty container at the edge of the slab, she was smiling up at him.