I cursed the darkness for making my sight of that nothing more than shadows, and had my fingers on myself before he'd completed the process, pleasure like lightning streaking out through my body from the contact. I did not take off my underwear. If I did not have cloth between me and Dain's mouth, approximately one second later I would have my hands on his horns like handlebars and his forked tongue on my clit, and neither of us would be saying no after that.

Dain started growling and moaning more-or-less simultaneously. He hadn't been nearly this vocal when I'd seen him fucking that woman in the garden, and it turned everything inside me liquid and hot to hear him do it for me. The bed shook from his movement and his mouth was so close to me that his lips and nose kept brushing up against my panties and my skin was getting damp from the humidity of his panting breath.

"Oh, my God, Dain," I gasped out, to an answering filthy sound from the man between my legs. My whole body clenched at that, gripping down as if I might have been able to press down around him. It sent a flash of pleasure through me, making my breath stutter and my vision spark. Holy shit, Dain had his face between my legs, Dain was getting off to the smell of me, Dain was—

His tongue pressed against my panties like he couldn't help himself, licking my soaked underwear, and I came instantly. My whole body curled up off of the bed as I cried out, one hand grabbing Dain's hair and holding his face against my groin without me telling it to as white heat blazed through me, coming in sharp bursts of rhythmic ecstasy. Every thought flew out of my mind, the incredible surge of pleasure from having Dain's mouth against me leaving no room for anything else.

He came with me, in a panting groan of pleasure, his claws digging into my thighs and his mouth pressed against the wet cloth of my panties. Dain's hot breath shuddered against me again as I came down, breathing hard and flooded with lax pleasure, all of my muscles going limp. He just... kept coming. Dain kept shuddering hard, making desperate sounds of ecstasy, caught in what sounded like the best orgasm of his whole fucking life. His open mouth pressed against me, tongue pushing the cloth a little ways inside me, the contact sending a brilliant aftershock rolling through my entire body.

Panting, he gasped out my name, his back arching. "Leah—" he got out again, desperation warring with the pleasure soaking his voice as he ran his nose and mouth against me.