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My lips peeled back from my teeth when the orgasm hit. A ragged groan tore from me as my hips jerked with each round of cum that landed on Anita’s throat and chest in dark lines. She moaned, squeezing my balls until I was shuddering, milking my cock for a last spurt of cum.
My legs were shaking when it ended. I stayed hunched over her, my hair hanging in my face as I panted, trying to regulate my breathing. When Anita gave my balls one last gentle squeeze before letting go, I shuddered with a little aftershock, my claws curling into the pillows above her head.
She chuckled, hands landing on my sides and stroking soothingly. “You okay?”
Lowering myself unsteadily onto my knees and elbows, I buried my snout in her neck and exhaled. “I’m fucking great.”
“Me too.” She pressed a kiss to my hair. “Your tongue is… so big when you’re like this.”
I snuffled out a laugh. “Yeah. Thought you’d like it.”
“And your dick is ridiculous.”
I burst out laughing, then shrugged, trying to appear at least somewhat humble and probably failing as I lifted my head to peer down at her. “How are you feeling? Better?”
Her brows twitched, before she seemed to realise what I meant. Her lips tipped into a tiny sheepish smile. “I’ve been pretty preoccupied, haven’t I?”
“I just don’t want you to get even more stressed.” I nuzzled her cheek. “The party will be amazing, Anita. And I don’t want to be an asshole and try and tell you what to do, but… I worry about you. You felt so ill last weekend because you were so tense and stressed out.”
She exhaled, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I know. I appreciate it. I just… I want it to be everything you hope it’ll be. I want it to be perfect.”
“It will be,” I said firmly. “But you’re more important than a party, Nita. And, I mean, if this is what it takes to get your mind off of work for a few hours…” I let out a dramatic sigh. “I guess I can do it. For you.”
She snorted. “So selfless. Thank you for your sacrifice.”
“What can I say? I’m a generous guy.”
I hadn’t even noticed at first that I’d started rubbing my snout against her neck and the underside of her jaw until she laughed, squirming a little beneath me. With a huff, I forced myself to stop, but a second later I was nuzzling at her chest and rubbing my face against her breasts.
“Ugh, I don’t like how… primitive this form makes me feel,” I grumbled. “All I wanna do right now is go upstairs and roll around on your side of the bed.”
Anita chuckled, running her fingers through my hair. “We did just kinda assign ourselves sides of the bed without discussing it, didn’t we? I sleep in the middle when I’m at home alone.”
“Me too.” I went still, staring absently into the low light of the deeproom as my pulse picked up speed again. “Anita, I want you to move in.”
She froze. “What?”
Belly churning with nerves, I lifted my head to look at her. “I want you to move in. Here. With me.”
After a few seconds of staring at me in surprise, a huge smile spread across her face. Then she simply said, “I’d like that.”
My hearts thudded hard in my chest. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” She cupped the underside of my snout and leaned up to kiss the sensitive tip of it. I shivered, giving her chin a tiny lick.
“Okay. Awesome.” I moved my head back because I couldn’t stop grinning, which put all my sharp teeth on display. “When? Now? We could go get the rest of your stuff right now.”
She burst out laughing. “Or maybe we could start packing up my stuff in the morning?”
I pouted, which probably looked ridiculous in this form. “Fine, in the morning then. So… you’re sure you won’t get too pissed off with me? If we live together, I mean.”
Her mouth twitched with the start of a smile. Something I couldn’t quite decipher sparked in her dark eyes, but before I could ask her what she was thinking, she lifted her head and kissed my snout again.
“I’m sure, Nuni.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Nuni
