Page 175 of Tracked and Taken

“Tael.”

“You will need to be more specific, sweetheart.”

The tail tip strokes through the slick and then higher. It paints my cunt. Rests there for one breath, hot, living, against lips that are already open for it.

Then it pushes.

Not all at once. The tip only. A slow, filthy breach. Thicker than a finger, hotter than a finger, moving because he wants it to. I shove my face into the pillow and moan as it sinks into me, inch by inch, until I am stretched around the first length of his tail and his hands are still working my shoulders like this is a massage.

“Fuck—“

“Language.” His mouth is near my ear. Calm. Mean. “You take my tail like you were built for it. Stay still.”

I try. The tail curls inside me, a living press against the spot his ridges found last night, and my hips jerk anyway.

“Still, Natalie.”

“I am—trying—“

“Try harder.”

The tail fucks me. Slow. Shallow. Then deeper. His hands never stop on my back. The split ruins me: the day coming off my shoulders, tail stroking into my cunt like it has all night. Heat builds in my belly. My thighs shake. I am going to come on his tail face-down in my own quarters with his jacket still on him.

“Tael—I am going to—“

“Not yet.”

The tail stills. Inside me. Not moving. Not leaving. Just held there while I throb around it and get nothing.

I make a wrecked sound.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please move.”

“Not yet, sweetheart.”

He waits. I clench around him helplessly. The edge recedes one ugly inch. Only then does the tail start again, slower, meaner, the tip rubbing that spot in a circle that has nothing to do with mercy.

I climb faster this time. I rock back onto it. I hear myself.

“Tael—please—I need—“

“Not yet.”

It withdraws. All the way. Leaves me empty and dripping and furious.

I almost curse him. What comes out is worse.

“Please put it back. Please. I was so close. Tael—“

“I know you were.” His thumbs find the hamstring. Unhurried. “That is why it came out. You do not come until I say. Say you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Say the rest.”