Have to ride this out. Have to hold myself together.
He used the internal shower control to make the water colder still, shuddering beneath the stream as it rinsed the lather from his fur. He just needed to cool off. Needed to relax.
As though in response, the instinct-fueled flames at his core roared to new heights, blasting back at the icy water sluicing over his body.
Drakkal slapped his left hand against the wall and grasped his shaft with the other, growling as his cock twitched and its knot swelled further.
Fuck riding it out. I need hernow.
He clawed the controls to shut off the water, shook the excess moisture from his fur, and exited the shower. Despite the scent of soap clinging to him, he still smelled Shay’s sundrinker perfume and sweet sweat.
Without the need for conscious thought, he entered the hallway, went to her door, and banged on its face with his metal hand. His heart beat thunderously enough that he wouldn’t have been surprised had its sound echoed along the corridor.
He was about to pound on the door again when it opened.
“What do you—oh.” Shay’s eyes flared as they dipped to his pulsing cock.
Drakkal raked his gaze over her greedily. She wore only an oversized shirt, the hem of which hung around the middle of her thighs, and her pale golden hair was loose and disheveled. Her cheeks pinkened, and the color of her irises darkened.
She slowly trailed her eyes up his body until they locked with his; desire burned in those piercing blue depths. Her breath quickened, and her breasts strained against her shirt, making the points of her hardening nipples visible through the fabric.
“You want to fuck?” she asked. “Then fuck me.”
He stepped into the doorway, drawing close enough to feel the heat radiating from Shay, close enough to smell her arousal.
She lifted her hand and pressed her palm to his chest. “No strings attached. No commitments. We’re just two people getting it out of our systems.”
Fuck that.
He knew it wasn’t possible—and suspected that she, deep in her heart, understood it, too. But he’d let her lie to herself if that was what it took for her to give in, if that was what it took to convince her that she was his—that this was inevitable.
Drakkal took another step forward, crossing the threshold, and Shay stepped back, keeping her hand on his chest. He blindly slapped the control. The door shut behind him.
“Did you hear me, Drakkal?” Shay asked.
“I heard you, female,” he growled.
She narrowed her eyes. “And?”
He lifted his right arm, placed his hand on the back of her head, and took hold of her hair. Before she could react, he angled her face toward his and bent down to slant his mouth over hers.
Shay’s breath hitched, and her body tensed, but Drakkalgave her no respite as he tasted her. His mouth covered hers hungrily, desperately. A soft moan escaped her, and her lips parted, granting him access to her mouth. Her hand slid up his chest before her fingers curled in his fur. She pulled him closer.
This taste of her sweetness after weeks of being teased by her scent was beyond anything he could’ve imagined, so powerful and overwhelming that it left room only for one thought—more. Drakkal wrapped his left arm around her and cupped her ass with his hand. He tugged her body against his, pressing his throbbing cock to her rounded belly. He made no effort to suppress his groan as a fresh wave of pleasure-pain flowed outward from his groin.
Shay grinned against his mouth before pressing her forehead against his, breaking the contact between their lips. “You want me?”
“Needyou.”
She looped her arms around his neck and stepped backward, leading him deeper into the room. “I’ve wanted you too.” Her tongue flicked out and teased his lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth briefly and nipped it with her teeth, causing Drakkal to growl and bare his fangs at the jolt that swept through him. “Did you know that I touched myself while thinking of you after you found my apartment? I imagined what your hand would feel like stroking my pussy. What yourtonguewould feel like.”
Though it seemed impossible, her words further stoked the fires inside him and made his cock stiffen more than ever.
“Pussy,” he rumbled, sliding his left hand around her thigh from back to front to press his thumb over the top of her slit. Heat emanated from her. “Is that what you call this?”
Lashes fluttering, Shay moaned and rocked her hips forward, causing his thumb to slip between her folds and stroke a tiny, hard nub. “Yes.”
“I thought of you, too,” he said as the backs of her legs bumped the edge of her bed. He brushed his thumb over that nub again, coaxing another gyration from her hips. The sweet musk he’d picked up within her scent was stronger now, fogging his mind in the best of ways. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he lifted his left hand to his mouth, extended his tongue, and licked her oils from the metal. If his first taste of her lips had been ambrosial, this was something else entirely, something that could not be encompassed in words, and he needed more, forever more. “Mmm…but I’m done imagining.”