She knew about treehouse complexes – again, the Nine Realms Internet rocked – but she’d never actually seen one before. They were essentially several rooms of a normal house broken up into forest-adapted spaces. The same type of complex could be found all over the mountainous realm of Ashleaf, but not so much in Swanicott.
A few moments later, he began a descent, but she hardly paid any attention. She could feel his need, both for her blood and for sex, and her chest was even more laden, her body needy.
She barely saw the tree house before he had her across the threshold of his bedroom and was sliding her sweater over her head. She worked herself out of her jeans as he got rid of his coat and shirt. He then sat down on a chair by the door and worked his boots and pants off.
She stood naked, trembling with desire in the cool mountain air, as he set his boots aside. Her gaze travelled over the massive size of Zane’s shoulders and arms, the breadth of his chest and his lean, muscular legs. He was extremely well-defined in every part of his body.
Once free of his pants, he sat down again, a wicked look in his eye. She smiled in response, dropped in front of him, and spread his knees.
His cock was already erect. She dipped, and with one hand on his cock and another stroking him from his abdomen to his pecs, she went to work.
She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth and the way he half-groaned, half-grunted as she began to suck. He shifted her hair aside and rubbed the nape of her neck. She felt up his pecs, which were thick with muscle.
She left his cock to lick and bite her way up his stomach then squeezed his left pec and took as much of his flesh in her mouth as she could. She sucked hard, and he groaned some more.
She fondled his cock at the same time, then repeated the process, wanting both his nipples to have equal attention.
Her hips arched repeatedly while she played and sucked. She was about to climb on board, when he slid his arms under her ass and lifted her up, rising to his feet. Apparently, the man had ideas of his own.
He carried her to his bed, and holding her steady with one arm, he flipped the covers back so that they rolled into a pile on the floor. He then tossed her on the bed face first, pulling her legs toward him until her hips hinged over the side of the bed and her feet were flat on the floor. He spread her legs wide and rubbed up and down her bottom, squeezing and pinching in much the same way she’d roughed up his chest.
God, she loved it, loved that he wasn’t super gentle with her. The shifter part of her thought he was brilliant.
When he dropped to his knees and began to lick her sex from behind, she moaned.
Sprout fur for me, Olivia. I want more. Give me some right here.
He licked on either side of her sex, giving her a hint. She groaned heavily as the fur released.
He followed, nuzzling his way through the lines of fur. You smell unbelievable, shifter-woman, and your scent is making me hard.
He held her hips with his hands and began to tongue fuck her, thrusting quickly.
Howling, whimpering sounds poured out of her at the driving force of his tongue. He tugged on her hips at the same time, pulling her sex against his face. It all felt so good.
I’m close, Zane. So close.
He drove into her faster, grunting hard. Then come for me. Come now.
Her body responded to his command and she flew over the edge, pleasure pulsing hard until she was screaming repeatedly. He kept plunging his tongue in and out, drawing her ecstasy on and on in fiery pulses until at last the wave passed and she fell lax against the sheet.
That was wonderful.
He rubbed the insides of her legs and ran his fingers through the fur she’d released for him. She pathed, I love that you’re into my shifter-ness.
He nibbled all along her fur, then aloud said, “Can you give me some on your back, right down the center? I want more.”
The pleasure of releasing an additional line of fur had her hips once more arching against the bed.
He rose up slightly and dragged his cock over her sex, pushing against her just to tease, letting her feel what she wanted so badly.
He then kissed his way up the strip of fur along her back, nuzzling and sniffing. Every few inches, he’d let out a heavy moan. “You don’t know what this smells like.” Then, “You have long legs, Olivia.”
She arched the small of her back, forcing her buttocks up.
“You’re presenting for me, aren’t yo
u?”