Maybe I can be jealous…
I let out a laugh at my own immaturity, though Deacon’s groan said he didn’t mind what I did or Hera’s reaction.
So I gave up going slow and gripped Hera tighter, increasing the speed and power. She didn’t ride me, not exactly, since I controlled her movements. Her rapid breathing and the tremble in her thighs said she had no problem with me using her almost like a toy.
Tingling in my body made me shiver, a tightness of my skin as I struggled with my own control. I wasn’t human, and my wendigo shape was my true form. It was harder for me to hold onto my human form, to remain as I was, and Hera stripped each layer of that control away.
My fingers lengthened, the tips sharp, but I was careful to keep them from her. I didn’t want to risk cutting her on accident or frightening her.
“I can’t stop,” I told Hera.
She broke from Deacon’s kiss to look at me, a question there. However, when I gripped her tighter, when she felt the way my hands had changed, she seemed to understand.
This was it, the final point of no return.
If Hera could understand this, if she could accept me like this, then we had no more chasms of understanding to cross.
She swallowed hard but nodded. I’d love to say she didn’t hesitate, that she had no worries in those brown eyes of hers, but that would be a lie.
Scared or not, she still said yes.
Which I appreciated, because if she’d said no, I had a feel I’d need to stop this, to leave her be. I had passed the point where I could stop the feelings inside me.
So I let go. I stopped trying to resist, trying to hold onto my form, and gave in to her, into this, into a future I never thought I’d get.
But could Hera actually accept the monster I was? Or would this all end with her running away?
Chapter Fifteen
Hera
I’d seen Kit’s other form enough times that it didn’t frighten me as it once had. It was just another part of him, one I understood. It wasn’t even like Brax, where he felt like a different person, or at least a hidden part of the same person.
Kit was himself, no matter the form.
At least, I told myself that as the body beneath me shimmered, as it twisted and changed against me. The sensation was strange, the skin stretching, the limbs lengthening. Even still, he didn’t pull away, didn’t hide any of it from me.
After a moment, he sat there, his body foreign. He was far thinner in this form, but he lacked any softness. I struggled to read his eyes normally, given they were entirely black, but it was so much worse like this.
His head was a deer skull, with the tall antlers that reached up but no actual mouth. He stared at me, but I couldn’t read him, couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
We waited, locked into that staring contest.He’s waiting to see if I reject him.I knew it easily, was sure that was his plan. He gave me the chance to pull away, to decide I didn’t want that, to abandon this part of him.
And the more time I spent around him, the more I knew this washim.It wasn’t another part of him—this was the real man. His other form was nothing but a pretty outfit he wore, just camouflage that let him move around the world without problems.
So what would I do? Would I do as he expected? Pull out of his lap and leave him alone with that bottomless hunger he had?
No.I knew without even considering that I couldn’t. So instead, I set my hands on the sides of his face, the bone cold against my warm palms, ungiving in a way that was so different from human faces. I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the front of the deer skull.
Kit shuddered as though the tension suddenly leeched away, had rushed out of him until he could hardly hold himself up. And as soon as that happened, his movements turned frighteningly rough. He jerked his hips up, thrusting into me so hard and deep that I opened my mouth as if I could cry out at the overwhelming sensation.
Sparks flew through my body, lighting me up from the inside, and Kit didn’t slow.
Even though his eyes were pure black, I could tell he stared at me. The heavy weight of his gaze trapped me. He studied each reaction from me as he fucked me hard, as I could do nothing but accept him in all his terrifying, rough darkness.
A hand on my chin tipped my head backward, made me look up to find Deacon there. My forgetting him made my cheeks burn, but he offered me a kind, unbothered smile. He leaned down from above me, brushing his lips against mine, the kiss strange since he essentially kissed me upside down.
He supported the back on my head as his other hand moved down my chest, zeroing in on one of my nipples, closing around it with a tight grip that made me press more into his touch.