Reborn as a Side Character in the Beastworld

Lemon Drops

I had waited for Tristan to return the entire day. The cubs were fed, my mates made plans to spend the night elsewhere and I had lit an oil lantern in the window to draw him in. It took him long enough.

It was well past dark and I had nearly fallen asleep when I heard the sound of footpads outside my door. Tristan sat in the hall as beautiful in fox form as he was in beastman form. His fur looked incredibly soft to touch but I refrained from making the first move. Tristan was attracted to me but he hadn't said or even hinted at wanting to be my mate. Males were usually blatant and forward about such desires, so I had my doubts. He would need to make his heart clear to me. I turned my back and walked further inside. When he didn't follow, I used words to make my own position clearer than crystal. When he finally followed me inside and closed the door behind him, all doubts were blown away by his breath on my neck.

Though the night was warm, I shivered. I could feel the subtle heat from his naked skin behind me. His light fingertips on my shoulders sent pleasant chills up my spine. Those fingers trailed over the goosebumps down my arms as his lips kissed my hair. Gently, he pulled my hair to the side and he laid a kiss on the now visible skin of my neck. He made a rumbling sound low in his throat.

"Are you all healed?" he asked in a whisper next to my ear.

"I'm healed." I said breathily. His tongue was now trailing around my ear, making it hard to think. I said a quick 'thank you' to Lance for his stash of crystals. Without them, this night would have been put off for weeks.

"That's good. Because I don't know if I'm strong enough to be gentle." With no more questions, Tristan put an arm beneath my knees and lifted me into a princess carry. He brought me to the wide bed and laid me on it with my butt near the edge. My hair splayed out around me on the quilt of rabbit fur.

He inhaled a sharp breath as he looked down at me. With need in his gaze, he said, "You're like a dream come alive."

With one arm to prevent our bodies from touching, he leaned over me. His delicate fingers traced my hairline, down my cheek and neck. They played with the skin beneath Lance's mark before following it to the top of my dress. Contrary to what I expected, he did not try to remove the obstacle and instead let his fingers flow over the fabric. I could barely feel them as they moved over my mounds. He found the small buds of my nipples and circled them with an index finger, causing them to harden as more chills raced up my spine. He noticed the reaction and lightly pinched it. As I was still lactating, dampness spread beneath his touch. Small dark wet circles stood out clearly against the dress like targets. He continued to tease and tickle them and did not seem in any hurry to expose them to the light. Each wave of goosebumps had me realizing just how connected the nerves of my nipples were to lower places.

I started letting out soft gasps with every pinch and placed my wrist over my mouth to block the embarrassing sounds. His gaze rose to my wrist and instead of moving it away, he laid a gentle kiss on the other side. My eyes widened at the gentle eroticism he exuded. Then he increased the distance between us by standing up. His  eyes never leaving my face, he lowered himself one knee at a time until he was kneeling on the floor between my legs. With the same tickling gentleness, he ran his fingertips over my knees and up my thighs. They reached my dress, and this time he did remove the barrier, pushing it up just enough to expose my belly button. Softer than feathers, he touched my light red stretch marks. They were evidence of the battle I fought to give birth to Baek and Tora. I was not the least bit embarrassed by them as I knew they would fade with time, but Tristan looked at them like they were an artist's masterpiece. The look in his eyes made butterflies swarm in my stomach.

He followed the lines to my hips where my string bikini once again covered parts of me from him. He didn't seem to mind that he couldn't see what he could feel and let his fingers explore me over the panties. He was being so gentle and slow that I would normally have protested the torture by now and demand we move on to the main even. But I could see how he watched every reaction my body made to his touches. He was taking the time to learn my skin like a diligent student of pleasure.