Chapter 338: Chapter 338 - (R18~) Scant Preparations & Covering
Scent of her growing anticipation was... subtle. But my experience in the forest and under her office desk has given me more than a bit of something to compare to. I had begun to smell the proof of arousal while we were stuck in the tiny personal elevator.
Being able to make her like that just by the thought of things also makes me excited. It took a lot not to just start in the elevator. Since I’m not sure I trust that Claire was not watching us.
I locked the door to the guest room behind me on habit and immediately accessed my Stash, retrieving the suitcase I’d packed with such careful thoughts. My hands paused on the clasps as the reality of how strongly I’d prepared for *this* presses in.
Vrika looked and felt insufferably smug as it settled down beside the orange marigold that had somehow taken on a glow and sense of importance. Even the slab of unhelpful Composure shifted underneath.
> You’re annoying. <
I couldn’t even argue with its expression and impressions. The evidence was literally in my hands... beneath the practical clothes and emergency supplies.
I pulled a mesh bag with a set of lingerie that I’d purchased just days ago while killing time in Vossden Central Mall. While walking past one storefront, deep burgundy georgette caught my eye, sitting there on a shapely mannequin that must have given lots of teenage boys hopes and dreams.
> Yes. And adult foxes. Even then, with her still not fully recovered, I’d wondered how she would react if I wore it. <
I retrieve the camisole with delicate lace trim - far more sheer than anything I’d worn since arriving in this world. The kind of undergarments that served no practical purpose except to be beautiful. To be revealing and serve that tantalizing thin edge between raw nudity and the blurred fantasy that exists for others... regarding what is underneath the clothing of the one making your blood surge with desires.
I stripped out of the lehenga, folding each piece back into the suitcase. Warmth built in my chest as I looked in the mirror with the see-through silk weave held up across me, for I definitely looked like someone preparing for sex. Seduction, rather than someone who’d trickily spent the evening trying to push away her bafflingly patient would-be lover.
The protective white throat cover came off slower than the rest. Not because it was hard to take off, mechanically. I set it on the marble counter with trembling fingers - as without it, the vulnerable curve of my neck felt exposed and available.
Like territory waiting for a mark that would only disappoint me in the future. I feared that just barely less than the touches I craved. Because I want her to have the option to kiss my neck - like I did hers.
Nibbling and biting slightly might even be okay with me. I’m really not sure in this new body... and I really want to find out. I want her to be the one who tests and explores what I like and do not. And it’s not because I have particular confidence that she can stop if I ask.
> To let her do things to me in my old body would not be so strange in my old world, but here... <
Taking a steadying breath, I slipped on the single piece while ignoring the useless undergarments and garters it came with tonight. I really don’t have the patience. Even if she does.
Fitting my breasts into the slightly stretchy material, which proves it to be a fiber blend designed to better cup and accentuate my curves... my nipples stand out especially. Absolutely not sitting there as soft as on a ’normal’ day or hour.
I ran my hands over the slick fabric to where it stops at my sides, the drape only falling so far. Reaching around, I find it leaves a quarter of my lower rear uncovered and obviously so much of the front.
Trying fruitlessly to calm my racing heart and tell myself this was what I wanted. What I’d been thinking of for weeks now off and on. But the magnitude of it still felt overwhelming as my ideas took on whole scripts and choreography all on their own.
> Not helped by you taking a liking to some of them. My sensual thoughts are not a democracy! <
After pulling my hair out of its twin tails, I brush it all to the left side of my neck. Picturing her fingers, tongue, or lips making contact with almost anywhere on me sends my hand between my legs to see how far gone I am. The heat I’m putting off is significant and the parts of me below are definitely swelling just like a human would.
Werewolves are such strange creatures in this society. At least in my world, it made sense to feel horny more often than an average beast with more limited mating periods. Since shifters took on the qualities of those easily ’excitable’ humans.
"Okay. It’s just like old times. Like before you were frightened of Fated Mates and bond marking."
I took one last look in the mirror, then stepped out into the bedroom. Into the hallway. And surprisingly quickly into the dimly lit living room where Kyrie still waited. Looking like she hadn’t moved an inch, but also paced the whole area in her mind for an eternity caused by my absence.
Her eyes opened wide as she took in my inarguably bold appearance. A vibrant orange gaze traveled over my body, lingering especially on the exposed curves and swells that the silk blend clung to so lovingly... while also providing essentially no blockade to what waited for her.
In due time. Unless she ’jumps the gun’. Which I might not mind? But seems kind of unlikely at this point!
"What are you doing? Strip."
My command to her seemed to shake her out of the daze she’d been in. She stood there for a moment, her fingers flexing at her sides. Like she’d lost the capacity to think. Or has she gained it finally?
> A backbone against my dominance plays. Could that be true? <
"I-"
"Is this a problem? If you don’t want to, we can just call it off."
"No!"
Kyrie’s response was quick and firm, all but tearing what was probably an expensive white dress off of herself. I watched with deep satisfaction as the layer fell away, to reveal her own pure-snow colored underwear. The contours of her well-toned body that I’m preparing to get to experience in new ways.
She really is stunning, in clothes or not. But if I had to pick, then in none and underneath of me is my personal favorite. I wonder which way she will lean after tonight, favoring below or above?
"Good. Now, on your knees, silly wolf."
She was on the floor before I could finish the playful part of the direction. Smirking, I didn’t keep her alone. Joining her with a few rapid steps, my fingers traced against her ribs as I began to attack her neck with kisses and nibbles.
Part of me had always liked the area on women, but I might be doing it more than I used to? I’m not sure if it is body or mental. Is it more satisfying because of how much of an exposed area to a werewolf it is?
Even though it’s not like I’m thinking about marking her or tearing her throat out... however, her hands remain to herself even as mine remained dauntless. As her last garments get moved aside.
As I take her, first. While thinking about nothing but letting her have me next.