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hound form back within himself.
    Bending, he ran his lips along the soft skin of her throat. She was scared, he knew that, but she had to know he wouldn’t hurt her. That he would never hurt her.
    “Shhh, it’s okay. I just want to touch you, taste you…” He groaned at the thought of getting his tongue inside her pussy. He was making that a reality, very soon. “All evening your scent has teased me. All I wanted was to rip this damn dress from you, bend you over the throne and claim you. Then they’d all know you’re mine.”
    His fingers flirted with the side tie of her dress. He loved this gown. Of all those in her closet, it was his favorite. Mainly because the wrap-over design tied. Just at the side. No poppers, no zippers. The only thing between him getting his hands on her skin was that small knot.
    He undid it.
    Spread the fabric.
    Revealed her body to his heated gaze.
    Black satin and lace supported her breasts, lifting the rounded globes for his perusal. The dusky peaks of her nipples pushed at the lace, playing peekaboo with him as though begging for his attention. Farther down, the apex of her thighs was shrouded in more delicate fabric.
    “Yours…” she echoed, her breath hitching as he wrapped a big hand around her throat. Fear showed for a second, but then she bit her lip, eyes fluttering closed. He stroked downward, over her cleavage. A swipe of his hand and the bra was gone, removed by his new claws. It hit the floor somewhere behind them. Lost and forgotten as he looked down at the perfection of her freed breasts.
    A growl mixed with a groan escaped his throat and he leaned down, unable to resist the temptation to taste her. He cupped one of the generous mounds, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, at the same time he curled his tongue around the other. Deliberately, he triggered a small change, adding small ridges from his hound form to his human tongue to tease her.
    And tease her it did. She whimpered as it rasped against her, small moans spilling from her throat as he licked and sucked. She had the most glorious breasts. Full, but not too large for his admittedly big hands. The perfect size to fit into his palm rather than get lost in the middle.
    But it didn’t take long for the lust rolling through his system to demand more. To taste more. Sliding down her body, he kissed along her soft stomach, scraping his five o’clock shadow against the sensitive skin and smiling at her little squeak. So responsive, she shivered under his every touch.
    He reached her panties. Curled his fingers beneath her and tore the second pair off that day. She should just stop wearing them. He’d be happy then.
    Dropping a kiss against her inner thigh, he parted her lower lips to blow a cool breath over her pussy. The sibilant moan he got in return was low and full of need. Need he would soon assuage.
    Leaning in, he swept his tongue over her, from slit to clit and moaned as her taste exploded on his tongue. She whimpered and bucked beneath him, the unconscious movement of her hips begging for more of the same.
    He gave it to her, running his ridged tongue between those perfect lips to taste every drop of her arousal. Zeroing in on her clit, he teased it. Circled and lapped over it in butterfly strokes until she gasped and writhed against him. Never a hard touch, never giving her everything she needed.
    He wanted her strung out. Begging. For him.
    Pulling her clit into the warm cavern of his mouth, he suckled. Only for a second or two. As soon as she registered the sensation, her gasp deeper, he moved on. Slid down to thrust his tongue deep into her pussy. She jerked, pulling against the shadow bonds he had holding her and arched her back.
    He fucked her with his tongue, reaching up to rub his thumb over the swollen nub of her clit. Worked her relentlessly higher and higher toward her climax. She went with him. Her back arched, hips working against him as she rode his tongue, his face.
    “Oh god,