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I reached for the waistband of his pants, but he stopped me, laying a hand on mine.
“What’s wrong?”
He glanced down at my hand. “There’s something else you should know.”
“I’m not afraid, Ash.”
“I know.” He smiled. “But in this form, we’re… bigger. I need you to tell me if it hurts.”
My eyes widened. He’d left out that little detail when we talked about the differences between Shyrlivi and humans.
“I promise I’ll tell you.”
When he moved his hand away, I curled my fingers under his waistband, tugging his pants down to his knees. He pushed them the rest of the way, kicking them aside.
He wasn’t lying.
Not only had he gained an inch or two, but he looked thicker.
I blew out a nervous breath, cupped his cheek, and kissed him once before he trailed kisses down my neck and breasts.
The sound of ripping fabric joined our heavy breathing as he tore through the sleep shorts I’d changed into. He pulled them away and tossed them aside.
My brows drew together as his claws retracted, leaving his natural nails black.
“We can retract our claws if needed.”
“Well, that’s good to know—ahh!”
My eyes rolled back in my head when his thick fingers filled me.
He buried his nose in my neck. “I don’t want to wait.” He kissed beneath my ear, his fingers curling inside me. “And it feels like you don’t need any help getting ready.”
I bucked my hips when the heel of his hand pressed to my clit.
He groaned when I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave him a firm stroke, using the slickness of his precum as lube.
The bead at the tip made me pause, reality smacking me in the face.
“Ash,” I said in warning.
He lifted his head, stilling his fingers inside me.
“I’m not on birth control… and you have to—”
“Fuck,” he growled, dropping his head.
“It’s okay. I can get a pill again tomorrow.”
I’d need to figure out a long-term solution once in Elyrdin, or at least make sure the infernal plane had condoms.
“Or you can drink my blood too,” he whispered, lifting his head. “But I’d rather…”
“Rather?” I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear what he would say. How he would say it.
“I’d rather mark you both inside and out. Leave a piece of myself everywhere.”
I reached for his horn, wrapping my hand around the warm curve. He groaned, his cock jumping in my other hand.
