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the most glorious female specimen he had ever laid eyes upon. He desperately needed to see more of her body, and his voice was unusually gruff when he issued his next order.
    “Put your elbows on the bed and lean forward.”
    Typically tall for an antique bed, the mattress met the widest part of her hips and when she bent, the angle presented her ass like a savory and exotic dessert. His cock throbbing, Evi yearned to touch her, to swat those full cheeks, but he denied himself the pleasure. Delayed gratification was a million times sweeter than the instant variety.
    “Grab your cheeks and pull them apart.”
    He saw the muscles in her thighs tense at his request and expected her to refuse, but like a good little prisoner she complied without a word. With her chin resting on the mattress and her fingers gripping her ass, she widened her stance before lifting her cheeks up and apart, granting him an unhindered view. A sparse smattering of pale hair covered her sex, concealing what he so desperately wanted to see.
    Evi licked his lips, impatient to taste her. He eased down his zipper and his penis sprang free, the head almost purple as it pulsed. His finger tapped the shiny droplet leaking from the head and he inhaled sharply. The pheromones saturating the air were driving his inner beast wild.
    He had always fought the urge to mate for life, to take a woman and claim her, to fill her with little tiger cubs and raise a brood of shapeshifters to continue the family line. Tonight he would have to fight even harder. Something about Celia, something about her piquant scent, made the tiger inside him rejoice.
    But he mustn’t think insane thoughts like that.
    Shaking off his growing need for this woman, he ordered, “Look at me, Celia, over your shoulder.”
    Strands of blonde hair clinging to her chin, she lingeringly gazed at him, her pupils dilated, her face flushed. It took every fiber of his being not to pounce on her then. Instead, he grunted another string of instructions.
    “Sit on the bed, heels on the mattress. Let me see your pussy.”
    Gasping at his rather frank instruction, Celia blushed and stiffened. Again, he thought she would say no, but after a second’s hesitation she sat on the duvet, scooting back until she could rest her heels on the mattress. Using her finely toned abs, Celia maintained her sitting position without the support of her hands. Instead, she placed her fingers on the lips of her sex, pulling them apart.
    “Just like that, Celia,” he coaxed. “Open for me. I want to see it all.”
    The dewy lips gleamed in the light, her slippery nectar already coating the pink flesh. Even from this distance he could see her clit protruding from its hood, arousal causing it to grow. Before he could continue, he had to know a rather mundane detail.
    “Are you left- or right-handed, Celia?”
    “Left,” she murmured.
    “Lick the fingers of your left hand. Yes…slowly. Exactly like that. Now I want you to touch your clit. Rub it, Celia, in slow circles. Slower. Now side to side.” With a famished glint, he watched her nimble fingers working the bud. Eyes closed, she breathed heavier, shorter. He could sense her highly aroused state and intended to take full advantage of it.
    “Slip a finger in your pussy.” Minding his request, she halted her massaging movements and slid the middle finger of her left hand just inside the opening of her passage before withdrawing it and plunging it back inside.
    “Another one,” he said. “Add a second finger.” His own hand stroking the length of his shaft, Evi stared lecherously as she penetrated herself, fingers dripping with her cream. He wondered what it tasted like and asked just that.
    Breath hitching, she brought the wet fingers to her lips and swiped her tongue across them. After some thought, she said, “Like the sea.”
    He smiled at her overly romantic answer. “I want you to come, Celia. Play with your clit until you come. Use your fingers inside