“You should give it a massage then,” Vivienne managed, groaning when two of his fingers pressed up against her button and began to make slow, circular movements.
Conall. I want you so much. Please, I don’t think I can—
“Don’t think you what, alainn?” Despite his questions, Conall’s tone told her he was as affected as she. When he began growling in that low, possessive voice, she knew.
Don’t tease me. That was what he was doing. Again. From the slow massage he was giving her to the fact he was leaving her empty of him. He was being a tease. Leaning down, he bit her shoulder hard, wringing a startled but pleased cry from her.
Conall, don’t. Not tonight.
“What, Vivienne? What don’t you want me to do?”
***
She’d had enough. Vivienne turned so suddenly she broke his hold before he knew she was moving. Confused for a split second, he did not protest as she pushed him against the shower tiles and slammed her lips against his. As her tongue slid past his lips, he grabbed her waist before kneading her ass. She grunted, and bit him. Blood exploded into both of their mouths, and Vivienne slid hand between their bodies and clasped him. Her nail grazed him lightly, and he felt his beast rush forward in anticipation, moments before he regained dominance.
Vivienne, wait!
No. I want you, Conall. All of you.
Lowering to her knees, she pulled him into her mouth, using her other hand to touch herself. Conall’s hands found her hair even as he groaned at being cocooned between her soft lips.
Something was different. He could feel it in the way she thought, how she acted. His beast sensed it, wanted it.
Vivienne….
Coming to her feet, she kissed him, a rough kiss that had him pushing her against the tile and dragging her leg up to his waist. Vivienne only moved with him, groaning at the roughness of their actions, smiling when he tried and failed to regain control.
He’d buried his cock halfway into her body when she pushed him back. Confused, he glared at her.
Shaking her head, she sent dots of water flying. “I want your beast, Conall.”
Her eyes faded to black before flashing yellow. He watched, the man in a state of shocked stupor but the beast understanding, as she knelt and placed her hands to the tile, getting into the perfect position.
Lowering her head, she shifted her gaze to his, and licked her lips. Once more, her eyes flashed yellow, and he struggled to make sense of it. They hadn’t cleared that…he still didn’t know how…but at the moment, he couldn’t think. She wanted the beast. The beast wanted her.
Talons erupted where nails had been and his canines lengthened to the point of overlapping his lips.
Yes, Vivienne moaned directly into his mind.
The hair on his body lengthened and a snarl curled his lips.
***
Vivienne felt her muscles clench in anticipation. She hadn’t thought it possible, but his cock expanded, and then he was covering her.
A rough hand secured her, slipping almost painfully around her belly as he buried his face in her hair and neck, and took a deep breath. His legs kicked hers farther out, and then she felt him probing, seeking. His cock brushed against her ass, slid down to her lubricated lips, and then he rammed forward.
“Ah!” Had she been human, Vivienne was certain she would have passed out. It was intense, both pleasurable and painful in a way that curled her toes.
She closed her eyes and her fingers curled into fists against the wet tiles. He released a grunt, and withdrew, only to shove back into her. Her head bobbed along with her body as he continued. Tears stung her eyes, but she was so turned on, so close to coming.
His hand released its death grip on her belly to toy with her nipples. As a talon grazed her sensitive bud, she moaned, screaming again when he thrust back into her. His hand moved to her shoulder as he pulled her back on him with each of his punishing thrusts. She didn’t know how much she screamed. Her throat felt raw. As his sex grew larger, she thought she’d pass out. She almost did as her orgasm rushed her, pulling frustrated moans and grunts from her, and something that was part howl, part growl from his lips.
The thrusts continued. Vivienne closed her eyes and let herself feel. She was slipping, her upper body lowering to the tile, when his fingers tangled in her hair, and pulled her back up.
“Ow!”
He eased immediately, but didn’t release her hair. His other hand pinched at her nipples as his entire length came into her body. She reached back, digging her nails into his hip.
Ohmigod.
And he wasn’t finished. Bracing both taloned hands on the tile besides hers, he began to jab at her. Her second orgasm surprised her, sneaking up behind her and knocking her down. Her picked her up again, and continued. The next one came when he bit her. Her eyes had been rolling back in her head, she’d been speaking gibberish. His cock was tunneling as if he’d just begun and they weren’t an hour in, and then he’d growled and bitten hard. She came, shouting her release and passing out, content.