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Yes, Wick thought desperately. He gripped her thighs as hard as he dared, taking care to keep his claws retracted as he plunged deeper and deeper. He made sure to graze that spot inside her that made her buck against him, slick coating his tongue. Soon she was writhing against the ground, her breath coming prey-fast.

“Oh,” she whined, her eyes clenched shut and her muscles tense as her hips worked against him. “Oh, there, yes,Wick?—”

She broke off in a triumphant cry and stilled, shaking. A flood of delicious slick gushed out around Wick’s tongue, and he groaned as he lapped it up.

He worked her until Briar shuddered violently, pulling at his horns.

“C’mon,” she breathed. “Get in me already. Stretched me out good, I can take it.”

He pulled his tongue out reluctantly. There was a small, flushed nub at the top of her opening; she had been rubbing it last night, he remembered now.

He licked it curiously. Briar made a noise not unlike a sob, her whole body contracting.

Wick sat back, alarmed.

Briar grabbed his horn. “Feels good,” she assured him. “Touch that when you’re inside me, okay?Gently.”

“Okay,” Wick said. It was difficult to speak right now. Like his body was only made for grunts and roaring.

He climbed over her and untied his loincloth. He was dropping it to the forest floor when he smelled a sharp tinge of fear.

He looked down at Briar. She did not look distressed, and lust still hung thick in the air. But there was no mistaking that fear, acrid and stinging.

He was looming over her, he realized. It was probably unnerving to have a monster pinning you down like this.

“Sorry,” he said, leaning back.

She caught his horn again. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, chest heaving as she considered.

Wick waited. “Briar?”

“It’s okay,” Briar said. “Just… give me a second.”

She pushed him back enough for her to get on her hands and knees. The sight made Wick’s heart thud in his chest, especially when she looked over her shoulder and closed one eye at him.

“Okay,” she said. “Have at me.”

She ground back against him. His cock twitched against her ass cheeks, and he forgot to be disappointed that he could no longer see her face.

He lined himself up against her lower hole, remembering how she had positioned herself last night. How long she had rocked herself on his cockhead before it had finally slipped inside.

He pressed in carefully. It took several passes for the cockhead to fit inside, after which he had to grip her hips and stop himself from shoving in as deep as he could, pressing all four ridges inside.

Slow, he reminded himself.You do not want to hurt her.

He thrusted shallowly, shaking with the effort of restraining himself. But her moans were so pretty, the scent of her lust clouding his head until his blood roared.

He pushed in further. The first ridge popped inside, and Briar cried out.

Wick squeezed her waist. “You enjoy that.”

“I do!” Briar giggled, her mouth open as she panted. “N-never had a cock like this before.”

Wick frowned. Apparently, he had been wrong about mortal cocks. “Mortals do not have ridges?”

“No,” she said breathlessly. “Just Skullstalkers.”

He wanted to mention that not all Skullstalkers had ridges. But then she was pushing back against him, and all thoughts flooded out of his mind except how good she felt around him.