“Perfect timing. I’m so ready,” I say with a laugh.
In two more strides, we’re in the bathroom, where he turns on the shower and undresses me with slow, deft movements. His touch is gentle yet firm as he caresses every inch of my body with reverence, then removes the top and then the bottom of my red wedding lehenga.
He steps back until he almost touches the shower door, just shaking his head as he looks at me.
“I’ve thought you were beautiful since the moment I first saw you, Olivia. I never dreamed you’d be this gorgeous when I unwrapped you.”
Unwrapped. It’s such a perfectly Ty thing to say. My worries about the little pooch around my middle disappear. How could I hold on to my insecurities when he’s looking at me as though he can’t wait to eat me up?
He skims off his pants and is about to turn on his heel to open the shower door when I say, “Stop!”
He pulls himself up to his imposing full height, shoulders stiff, as though he’s about to get reprimanded.
“I just want to get a good look at you,” I explain, too full of lust to give him a reassuring smile.
Trying to take him in slowly, I force myself to wait a moment to get to the good part. I’ve seen his heavily muscled torso dozens of times as he tore off his shirt when the exertion of dancing got him overheated.
It’s when I look below the beltline that I can’t control the little whimper that bursts from between my lips.
In the back of my mind, I’d wondered how close to a human he would be south of the Mason Dixon line. Turns out, not so much.
In my mind, it’s as if I hear that disturbing sound of a needle scratching across an old-fashioned record. My rising lust comes to a screeching halt.
When I tear my gaze from his privates, I see a worried look, his brow furrowed. I can practically hear his internal self-talk as he realizes he’s not going to wind up in bed with me tonight.
I’ve never been a quitter and I’m not going to start now.
I beckon him with my curled finger. He complies until he’s standing about a foot from me.
“I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting this, Ty, but let me see what we’re working with here.”
Helpful scout that he is, he grips himself and points his now-only-semi-hard cock at my face.
“Um, just let it…”
He gets my drift and lets it fall back into place.
Now that my shock has ebbed, I see things aren’t as terrifying as they first appeared. Those orange-furred balls are the first things I visually inspect. They’re big and soft-looking—and pretty. There’s nothing terrifying here.
The close-cropped fur grows about an inch up the shaft itself. He’s so long, I doubt that will ever fit inside me, but if it does, I think it might be a value-add.
Then, sprouting from there is a thick deep-pink cock very reminiscent of a human one except for the tiny nubs where the fur meets flesh. I shiver as I imagine what those will feel like inside me.
“Definitely a value-add,” I whisper, my lips so close to his shaft it’s almost as if I’m speaking into a microphone.
Now fully erect again, he’s got a thick mushroom head, with a slit leaking pearly drops of pre-cum.
Since he’s probably still wondering how badly he’s turned me off, I figure I can kill two birds with one stone as I kneel, lean in, look up at him until our gazes connect, and take a nice, slow, swipe with the flat of my tongue to catch every shiny drop off the pretty head of his cock.
“Fuck!” he nearly shouts as his tail lashes behind him.
Not for a moment do I wonder if that’s a good “fuck” or a bad “fuck.” Ty is all male, and no male on Earth is going to argue with a blow job, or even one quick, intimate tongue-swipe.
“It’s all good, Ty. Let’s take the edge off.”
Now that the spell has been broken, I grip him by the shaft and tug him toward me as I ease back until I’m sitting on the toilet. My knees are wide and he’s standing as close as physics will allow.
First, I keep my gaze on his face as I pump his shaft with my palm, getting a preview of just how those little nubs are going to feel when they slide inside me. Perhaps it’s my imagination, but they plump a bit, increasing both promise and curb appeal.
He is the picture of alpha masculinity with his head thrown back, his furred Adam’s apple on full display as I whisper my palm up and down his shaft.
He shivers, then says, “It can’t get better than this.”
“Just wait, babe. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
If he were more experienced, I would draw this out, teasing first with fingertips, then my palm, then my tongue before I swallowed him as deep as the back of my throat would allow to give him the best orgasm of his life.
But he’s not more experienced. I think if I don’t hurry up he’s going to get there without any help from me.
I blew his mind. He’s swaying on his feet and can barely stand. His pupils are blown. Me, on the other hand, I could run a marathon. Well, I could run a marathon as long as the finish line ends up being in bed with his head, or cock, or maybe both in quick succession between my legs.
There must be a large water heater in this Quonset, because steam is still rising around us, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and desire.
“Don’t bother to wipe that stunned look of desire off your face,” I tell him. It’s so adorable it makes me want him even more, which is saying a lot, because giving him so much pleasure has me dripping wet.
“As soon as you quit swaying on your feet, you’re going to join me in that shower, discover all the intimate places on my body, and then put all that newfound knowledge to work on that big, wide bed in the other room.”
It’s like there are two parts of him, the shy Ty who dips his head, and the alpha male who rises to his full height, stabs me with a predatory gaze, lifts me as though I weigh nothing, and sweeps me into the shower.
He whirls us in a circle, getting us partially wet, and then sets me down. Before waiting another second, he leans to plunder my lips as the water cascades down on us. His burred tongue laps at mine, then he pulls back just enough to nip my bottom lip with those ferocious fangs.
Liquid sluices down my legs. I’m not certain whether it’s the warm water, or my own cream, drenching me from what is already the most erotic moment of my life.
His furred fingers curl around my shoulders, tugging me tight as though he never wants to release me. I feel the distinct prick of his claws and am in the process of assessing whether it’s pleasure or pain when he chuffs and retreats until his back is against the far wall.
“I—I think I cut you.” His gaze is flicking from one of my shoulders to the other as he assesses me for damage.
His eyes round in that gorgeous face and his gaze focuses on my right shoulder. Turning my head, I see a pinprick of blood.
Heat rushes through me. For the briefest second, I think it’s terror, but then I realize I’m wrong. I’m not afraid. I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.
I’m in this small enclosure with a tiger-man. He has animal DNA. A lot of it. His cock is hard as steel, pulsing and pointing straight at me. And I want him. I want him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.
“We should stop,” he says as he opens the shower door and reaches to turn off the water.
“Wait a freaking minute, Ty.” I didn’t just say that. It was an order. I cross the distance between us and spin him in a half circle, then push him against the blue-tiled wall, his back toward me.
“Close the fucking door.”
It’s closed before I’m done voicing my command.
With just the slightest effort, my five-foot-four-self pushes him down so his knees are bent and his head is even with mine. I muscle myself even closer and bite his ear. Perhaps I’m the one with animal DNA. It scares me that being so alpha, so commanding, comes so easily to me.
Through a mouthful of fur, I rasp, “I’m not going to break, Ty. How about this? How about we come up with a safe word? If I say it, you stop. If I don’t say anything, why don’t you… follow your instincts.”
He hasn’t moved a muscle since he let me turn him to the wall and smash one side of his face against the wet tile.
“How about stop? If I say the word stop, you stop. If not,” I shrug, my mouth still full of his furry ear, “you do you.”
He chuffs, then growls long and low. If I didn’t know better, it would be menacing, but I’m pretty sure what he’s threatening me with is a night full of pleasure.
Something snaps inside him. He flips around, easily forcing me to break my grip. I’m not surprised to note he could have overpowered my little up-against-the-wall maneuver at any time.
He spears me with a predatory look, rises to his full height, and stalks forward. With each of his small steps toward me, he forces me back until I slam against the shower wall.
Dipping his head to my ear, he gets a grip on it, though he’s much gentler than I was, covering his teeth with his lips as he does so. He whispers in my ear and growls four little words that I think will change my life, “You asked for it.”