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Abby staggered to the bed on unsteady legs. She turned to find him appraising her wearing a cocky grin. He knew exactly how he affected her. The swagger of his hips and agitated flick of his tail were predatorial as he stalked toward her. Her heart beat staccato at the dangerously erotic sight.

“Touch yourself.” He grabbed her ankles and splayed her legs wide.

Abby smoothed her hands down her body. One stopped to play with her breast while the other found her clit. Ash’s gaze followed her. His mouth parted, showing off the sharp canines that delivered so much pleasure with just a twinge of delicious pain. She licked her lips as her finger circled her clit. It usually took longer for her to get worked up playing with herself, but there was something naughty and incredibly erotic about being watched like this.

“I adore how wet you get for me.” Ash fisted his cock and slowly began stroking himself.

His other hand caressed her thigh, his fingers inching toward her pussy. He traced the slick lips of her aching vagina without dipping in. She squirmed, urging him on, but Ash just teased her opening. Abby worked her clit faster while pinching her stiff nipple.

“Ash,” she begged, while reaching for his cock, needing, wanting more.

“Hmmm,” he rumbled, knowing full well what he was doing as he swatted her hand away from his cock.

“Ash! You’re torturing me,” she whined.

Ash grinned evilly, baring his fangs. He ran his finger over the tip of his canine, collecting a bead of liquid that eked from the sharp tip. She followed his finger as it descended. Heat exploded the instant he touched her swollen clit, and a shocked gasp burst from her lips. Abby gripped his wrist, but she wasn’t strong enough to force his hand away. She arched off the bed as the concentrated serum soaked into her skin. The burning pleasure made her pussy spasm rhythmically.

“Hands above your head,” he barked.

She had to grip the headboard to keep from grabbing his hands again. That obscene chemical and his stroking fingers were too much.

Ash dipped a single finger into her aching channel, it brought some relief but wasn’t nearly enough.

“You are gripping me so tight,” he groaned.

“Ash, stop screwing around and fuck me. Now,” she whined impatiently.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels jabbing into his tight ass, attempting to force him forward. Ash refused to budge.

“Patience, little mate.” His eyes flashed with amusement.

“Dammit!” She released the headboard and grabbed for him. The need was maddening in its intensity but refused to tip her over the edge. Her body craved his possession. There was nothing quite like the feeling of Ash buried in her body. He was a terrible addiction.

Ash untangled her legs from around his waist, then dropped down and pinned her hands above her head, holding them there.

“Such language,” he husked into her ear, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive skin.

“If you don’t fuck me with that fat cock, my language is going to get a lot worse.”

Ash’s eyes widened, and his mouth twisted in a sardonic smile.

“This cock?”

He curled his hips, rubbing his cock between the slick lips of her pussy. The knots on his shaft lit her up as they abraded her clit. She panted, feeling the branding heat of his dick nudge at her pussy.

“Yes, you animal. Stick it in me.” She wiggled her hips, trying to thrust onto his pulsing arousal.

“I will…eventually.”

“Arghh!”

He kissed his way to the pulse point on her neck and licked the fluttering spot.

“Yes. Bite me.”

“Not yet,” he murmured against her heated skin.

Ash rolled them to the side, so she faced him. He slid his free hand beneath her knee and lifted her leg high. His tail snaked up to his mouth and ran along the tip of his canines before disappearing again. Her eyes widened when she felt his tail ease along the crack of her ass. She trembled as the chemical-laced tip approached her tight opening. She knew what the serum would do, much less the salacious thing Ash was about to subject her to, and it sent the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy.