Tell Me a Secret

She had the confidence of someone who knew what they were doing and Tyrian had the feeling if she wanted to the woman could have lapped him many times over with suggestive wit. In different circumstances he might have found that intimidating and though he did like a good challenge, not for one second did that thought cross his mind. No, the swing of her hips as she turned away from him without waiting for an answer had his attention. "The night is yours if you want it," he replied in response to her question about accommodating her. "And I might tell you a secret before we're through; the night's still young." The smell that had caught his attention grabbed it again when her tail brushed his chin as she walked away. Again he was perplexed by it. It was so familiar and so near, and yet he couldn't identify it.

Tyrian reached out in the hopes of catching the end of her tail and letting it run through his teeth. He followed dutifully; never once entertaining the thought of turning away. She took him to a secluded spot on the beach, a rarity in these parts if he were being honest, and once alone she closed the distance between them. Knowing full well she had him, the woman reached up to toy with his lips. Her words caused his breath to grow shallow in anticipation. If there had been an ounce of pretense between them it was gone now.

"Anything I want, hm?" he murmured, his mind blanking at the magnitude of what she was offering. Anything, literally anything, was a daunting choice for someone who didn't yet know what he even liked. "What if I want everything?" She'd licked his lip giving him a quick taste and now he wanted more, but his elongated canines posed a challenge. Was now the time to mention he could open his mouth extraordinarily wide or should he save that for a surprise? Decisions, decisions.