The man must think I’m begging for more because he vibrates his tongue even harder, and my body locks up.

For a frightening second, I can’t move a muscle. Even my lungs are seized up in my chest as Ilian pins me in place and mercilessly works my clit.

It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before—painful but not. It’s too much sensation, but I can’t get my mouth to function to tell him to stop.

My body grows more rigid, and then, I explode. A silent scream tears from my overtaxed lungs, and only the rush of air escaping my lips can be heard.

I come so hard my mind blanks, and when I finally come back to myself, I’m twitching on top of the bed like I’ve been electrocuted.

The monstrous man who’s stunted my brain function sits back on his haunches, a smile of satisfaction curling up his bony visage.

Collapsing back on the bed, I marvel at how tangible everything feels. No waking orgasm has ever been like that.

Maybe I should just surrender my sexual needs to my subconscious—it seems to know exactly what it’s doing.

In the dimness of the room, Ilian’s eyes glow even brighter, and I push myself to sit back up. My limbs feel like gelatin, but I manage to slip onto the floor before him without turning into a puddle.

He stares at me, his jaw going slack. I tilt my head to the side as I decide what I want to do, completely ignoring his apparent surprise.

After a moment, I push him onto his back, crawling up between his legs to rub my naked body against his massive frame.

His fur is soft and warm against my skin, and for a moment, I just bask in the feel of his heat enveloping me.

“Mmmmm.”

Is this what being a cat feels like?

I lean up, peeking into his eyes before placing a kiss right at the base of his throat where the bone of his skull gives way to the velvety gray flesh of his chest.

Fur wraps around his neck, creating a cape-like effect as I continue to place small pecks here and there.

Eventually, I make my way to his lips. I’ve kissed him a thousand times in my fantasies, but this one feels like the first.

His lips are only a thin, hard line ridged with rows of sharp teeth, but Ilian is endlessly gentle with me.

He cups the back of my head and puckers his mouth as best he can. The kiss is sweet and tender, and I love it—but I want something more.

I snake my tongue out, pressing against one sharp tooth until Ilian opens his mouth. I stroke my tongue inside, shuddering as I trace the coarse bumps on his tongue.

Ilian growls, shifting underneath me, but doesn’t attempt to take over. He lets me explore his mouth, and I love every second of it.

Arousal pools within me, my body having recovered from the previous mind-blowing orgasm. I spread my legs, letting my feet drop on either side of his large frame while I straddle the monster.

“I want to taste you,” I pant.

“You are tasting me.”

An unladylike snort escapes me. “I meant your cock.” Ilian’s whole body jerks, and I grin. “Is that a ‘yes’?”

He doesn’t answer, just nods his head. I shimmy back down the length of his length, knowing we’ll both enjoy the friction, until I’m staring at the top of his maroon sweats.

With quick efficiency, I open them up to reveal another patch of light gray fur that vees together from his sides.

It’s thick and matted, and Ilian reaches in to help me, pulling out his cock from underneath the hirsute pelt, but all I can do is stare.

For months and months, I’ve tried to imagine and visualize what Ilian Yaniqu’s cock looks like since my research turned up nothing.

It’s always been good enough, but whatever the hell my subconscious is tripping on tonight has knocked it out of the park.

The dark length is appallingly huge—apparently, my subconscious is a size queen—but the coloring is what captivates me.

It’s the same dark gray of his horns, melting into black at the very base where it disappears into his fur—but the tip is stark white, seemingly made of the same bone as his face.

Beneath the tapered tip are deep ridges that smooth out the further down his cock you go, but at the base, large spikes jut out that I eye with equal parts interest and worry.

But then I remember this is a dream. Ilian can’t hurt me—won’t hurt me—and I can simply let myself enjoy the moment.

I smile in pure joy at this, catching Ilian’s pink gaze. With a wink, I wrap both hands around his length, enjoying his groan.

My turn.

CHAPTER FOUR

Ilian

My mate’s mouth descends upon my stoyuk, and I’m lost. Her tongue encircles the bone tip before dipping to lick the grooves just underneath it.

My eyes shutter closed as I go limp. My previous sexual encounters were brief and with other monsters. None of them were human, and none ever touched me as Zhuliya is now.

Exquisite doesn’t even begin to describe how her lips feel. I could bask in the haven of her silken mouth forever.

Of course, no sooner than I think this, Zhuliya pops off with a delicious smack of her lips. Her dark brown gaze roams over my face, drinking in my expression of pure bliss.

“I love your cock. I’ve dreamed about it for months.”

She’s dreamt of me for months?

“Stoyuk,” I mumble, barely able to string together a coherent thought.

“Stoyuk?”

“It’s the Ithaquan word for ‘cock’.”

“Hmm, I wonder if I search that word…”

Zhuliya trails off, leaving me baffled by her meaning. Her mouth resumes its exploration, and my hips lift from the floor of their own accord.