47. Negal

As Margo shuddered from her orgasm, immense satisfaction filled Negal.

Lapping at the fountain of her pleasure, he felt intoxicated, and he also had no more doubts about her being a Dormant. No human had ever tasted so delicious.

Negal, she breathed, her fingers slackening their hold on his hair. Thank you.

With one last kiss to her puffed petals, he lifted his head and smiled at her. Im the one whos grateful. He licked his lips.

Margo chuckled, but he detected a note of nervousness in her expression. You look like a satisfied cat who has just finished licking a bowl of cream.

Thats precisely how I feel. He rose to his feet, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her.

Margo sagged into him, but she wasnt as boneless as hed hoped her climax would leave her. The muscles in her back felt tight, and even with the overwhelming scent of her desire filling the room, he could scent a slight undertone of apprehension.

When he let her come up for air, Margo pushed her hands under his t-shirt. You are a little overdressed for the occasion.

She didnt sound as confident as he would have liked, but she sounded determined, and that was good enough for him.

Margo wanted this. Still, he needed to do everything he could to allow her to feel safe and comfortable. To let her be in charge.

Whipping his t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor, he let her explore his chest for a few moments and then wrapped his arms around her and lifted her. Turning them both around so he was with his back to the bed, Negal bent his knees and leaped backward, landing on the bed with Margo on top of him.

Oof, she exhaled. You could have warned me.

He smiled up at her. What would have been the fun in that?

Removing his arms from her was hard, but to implement his plan, he had to let her be in complete control of what came next.

Hopefully, it wouldnt backfire.

Some females did not enjoy sex unless their partner took the lead, and he had a feeling that Margo belonged to that group, but shed also had some bad experiences in her past that had made her wary of males, which necessitated relinquishing control to her, at least initially.

He lifted his arms and tucked his hands under his head. Im yours to do with as you please.

Margos eyes widened. Bracing her hands on his chest, she leaned up and back and regarded him with a shy smile.

He had a hard time keeping his eyes on hers and not dipping them to look at her perky breasts. She might not have minded, but it would have made staying on his back with his hands tucked under his head much more difficult.

He was a god, but he was no saint.

I didnt expect this, Margo said.

I want you to feel in complete control of our joining.

If Margo didnt like his idea, she could tell him that she didnt want to be in control, but she responded as he had expected, scooting back and going for his zipper.

Negal held his breath as she lowered it, and so did she. He had boxer shorts on, so the reveal would come in stages, which was also part of his plan.

Slow seduction.

With her eyes trained on his bulge, Margo pushed his jeans down, and as he lifted to help her take them off him, she pulled them all the way down and tossed them aside. When she came back, she hesitated before feathering her fingers over his erection, which was mostly covered by the soft cotton of his boxer shorts but not completely. It had elongated so much that the head was peeking over the waistband.

Dont be afraid to touch it. He smiled with partially elongated fangs. I promise that my one-eyed trouser snake doesnt bite.

She chuckled. No, it doesnt. Thats the danger from the other end.

The smile slid off his face. Does it scare you?

No, she whispered, her eyes still glued to his shaft.

I mean the bite, the fangs, the venom.

Finally, she tore her eyes from his erection. No, your fangs dont scare me.

Then what does?

Margo swallowed. Nothing. I want this.

She reached into his boxers, and as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, Negal hissed.

Her grip immediately loosened. Did I hurt you?

He laughed. Yeah, but not in the way you think. I love the feel of your hand on my…male organ.

Most young humans had no problem with the words dick or cock, but Margo was more reserved, and she might find those two objectionable, or worse, they could turn her off.