Melody’s hips moved back, almost breaking his heart as her warmth left him, but he understood. Not all witches wanted a physical relationship with their familiars. Some were happy enough with a working one. A platonic one.
If that was what Melody wanted, he would accede, but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life pining for more from her.
“I, uh … sorry. It’s just in the morning … and you’re here …”
Melody chuckled. “It’s okay, Trent. I grew up around shifters. Around men. I know about morning wood and how there’s nothing you can do, except, well, use it. Or wait for it to subside. I can only imagine having me here might make that worse.”
At least she hadn’t said harder.
She laughed again. “I almost said harder. I mean, wow, that would have been a poor choice of words, right?”
His cock kicked, even more blood rushing into it. Trent groaned, a primal sound that came from his toes.
“Are you okay?” she asked him, gently, her hand coming up to his shoulder, stroking him.
Stroking him, fuck. It wasn’t his arm he wanted her hand against.
In a surge that took him off guard, his fox leapt for control, seizing her hand in his and dragging it to where he wanted her most.
“If you want to touch me,” he growled through Trent’s mouth. “Touch me there. If you want to help me, then help me finish.”
Trent was horrified. He tried to push to the surface, but his fox held tight to his control.
Melody gasped, but when he let her go, her hand didn’t move away. For a moment, two, three, more; she cupped him. Her hand remained there against his rigid length.
His hips bucked, pressing into her palm, and she gasped. It was like she’d woken from a dream. Slowly, she began to move.
Trent nearly came on the spot.
Timid fingers gently grazed the fabric of his boxers, the satin doing little to hide the pressure and heat of her touch, while his need blazed beneath her caress. In fact, the fabric only enhanced the sensation. The only thing better would be if she …
Another deep moan drew forth as her hand dipped inside his boxers, her calloused palms grazing the softer skin of his length.
Goddess preserve him. Holding back was going to take every ounce of his strength.
He opened his eyes—unsure when he’d closed them. She was watching him, her gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips. She licked her own, and it was the final straw.
Trent wrenched the power from his fox, and then dove for her mouth, pushing her onto her back and trapping her hand beneath him. His tongue dived past her teeth, swirling with her own as she gasped and panted in his mouth.
Melody made small mewling sounds as he kissed her hungrily, his hips thrusting and grinding his erection against her palm. He’d always thought of women with soft hands, and thought about how that soft skin against his own would be delightful, but there was something about her work-weathered skin that drove him wild.
He felt every single crease and crevice rubbing against him, grazing him, abrading him, making him hers. He’d let her do anything to him, anything she wanted, all she had to do was want it, but right then, he knew she needed him to lead, so lead he did.
His right hand came up across her waist, teasing at the hem of her shirt, his fingers dipping underneath but not going further. Unlike him, Melody had been subjected to unimaginable abuse, and he was quite sure that he didn’t know all of it yet. She said her aunt used shifters to breed from with the members of the coven. Had Melody been required to do so? Trent wasn’t sure, and until he could be, until he knew he had a clear go-ahead, he wasn’t going to push her any further than was clearly acceptable.
It was hard to hold back though. Especially with his fox pushing at him to complete their bond.
Melody moaned against his mouth, pushing him higher. Unbidden, his hand slid to her waist, holding her there tightly before skimming down to her hips and back up again. Her own hand clamped around his wrist and Trent froze, trying to rein his urges in.
But instead of pushing him away, hesitantly, she pulled him across her body, driving him towards the apex of her thighs. He couldn’t believe his luck. She was going to let him?
His fox let out a screaming call inside his head, and Melody startled, hearing it. Damn, they’d forgotten that she could hear him.
Her body stiffened beneath him.
“Is he alright with this?” she asked breathily when his mouth withdrew from hers.
Trent smiled at her. After all she had been through, she was still putting him first.
“Yes, sweetpea. He’s very alright. That was a happy sound.” His fox yipped in his head, disagreeing and Trent chuckled. “Okay, I take that back. It was a frustrated sound, a ‘get on with it’ sound. He wants more, and it’s all I can do to keep him in check. He’s already slipped past my guard once this morning. I won’t let him do it again, I won’t let him hurt you.”
She smiled up at him, her eyes already becoming heavy lidded. “So, he wants more?” she asked, huskily, gently squeezing his length.
He groaned, lowering his forehead to hers as he panted. “No, Mel, he wants it all. All of you, all the way, all the time.”
Her fingers tightened around his shaft, moving faster and faster. In contrast, her words were fumbling and breathy.
“I’ve never … I mean, we lived in cages, there were no walls, no privacy. I’ve seen and heard many things. But my cage was apart from theirs, and there were other reasons … but I’ve never …” Her hand grazed his entire length again.
Trent grunted, thrusting against her movements. She’d never had anyone, never done anything?
“Not even this?” he asked, slowly moving the
