Page 97 of Noctis

I fastened my lips to his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as I coordinated all three movements to give Rowan maximum pleasure.

“What if I asked you not to come with me the next time I went out?” he asked breathlessly. “Would you listen, or would you follow me, anyway?”

“You could get hurt,” I pointed out.

“I could. But you can’t protect me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

“Why not?”

“Because protection can become suffocation. I need to know that you’ll listen to me, and I need to trust that you won’t pretend to agree, then follow me without making yourself visible. That’s deception.”

I considered Rowan’s words, even though his cock interested me far more. “I would do what you asked,” I said eventually.

“Yeah?” Surprise and relief mingled in his voice.

“Yes. Because you’re the one asking, and I don’t like it when you’re unhappy with me.”

He pulled away and turned in my arms. With his clothes in disarray and his cheeks flushed, he’d never looked more pretty. “I want you to do one more thing for me,” he said.

“Anything.”

“I want to see you again, like you were in the alley. All of it.”

“You didn’t like it when you saw me like that before.”

Rowan snorted. “There has been a lot—and I mean a lot—of water under the bridge since then.”

“What bridge? What water?”

He rolled his eyes. “It means a lot of time has passed and things have changed.” He waved a hand. “Please.”

“What if you get scared?”

“I won’t. I know who you are now.”

Shifting between forms was as easy as breathing. Within seconds, my horns lengthened, my tail unfurled, and my eyes returned to their natural red glow. The definition of my lower body softened as well, shadow replacing some of the solid form. I didn’t completely return to my true form because that would have meant losing parts of me I intended to put to good use, including my lips.

“Beautiful,” Rowan said, sounding almost breathless. “You’re just missing one part.”

I grew a cock, remembering his preferences regarding length and girth.

“You’re so fucking tall,” Rowan said. “Can you kneel for me?”

If anyone else had asked, I wouldn’t have done it. That I obeyed without a moment’s hesitation showed just how thoroughly this human had me wrapped around his little finger.

He immediately moved closer, gazing at my horns as though they were objects of wonder.

“Can I touch them?” he asked.

“You can do anything you want to me.”

He reached out and brushed the tip of my left horn with one fingertip.

“They’re not made of glass,” I said, deliberately imitating what he’d once said to me.

Rowan smiled. “Smart-arse.”

His hand closed around the horn, sliding cautiously toward its base. I could feel the contact—not in the same way as his hands on my cock, but as a deep pressure inside my skull that intensified the closer he got to my head.