Dirty Little Goddess: A sneak peak at Tass and Dylan’s story

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Tass twirled around the white marbled floors of the ballroom where the masquerade ball for the local art and music foundation was being held.  Her blue silk dress spun out from her hip to flash a fair amount of leg, like she had practiced many times in front of her full length mirrors.  Her sapphire studded mask hid her face well enough, she was sure that no one would recognize her, should anyone be there that might know her true face.

She spun into a man by the banquet tables, brushing her hands over his chest with a smile and blowing him a kiss before dancing off into another, whom she blew a quick breath in his ear, and to another, whose lips tasted like the champagne.  She groped and teased woman as well without discrimination.  Tass was the goddess of pleasure and needed only flesh and good music to have a good time.

Having danced with near every patron in the place, Tass pranced into a man’s chest that she had not met before.  A chest that stood broad and tight, and higher than her own under a white dress-shirt. A curve of rich pink flashed a smile before her eyes, making her blink in surprise.  There had not been a single man all evening that had been taller than her.  She was six-two without the four inch spiked heels she wore.  The beat of his heart under her hand matched her own, and her body had become a statue modeled of feathers, loosely strung together with string.  Parts of her would soon tear away, and she couldn’t explain why.

His strong arm cinched around her waist, pulling her more firmly against the front of his body, stealing up her hand in his own and beginning to circle with her in an elegant dance.  She’d become a princess at the ball, never a dream of hers, but the heat of his body against hers told her that she was foolish for having never dreamed it.

But she quickly fastened the feathers of her body in more tightly and looked at the man’s face.  He wore a stark black mask, sharp and angled around his face, pierced by strands of blonde hair.  Startling crystal eyes peered down at her through the jagged holes in his mask.  He must be astonishingly beautiful under the mask, or astonishingly ugly.  There could not be an in-between for this man.

Tass allowed him to spin her across the dance floor, weaving a beautiful mosaic with her feet and hands.  He was a were, she was sure.  The masculine smell of him carried the distinct smell of wolf, of moss and musk and pheromones.  She teased him just the same.  Leaning in closer than necessary, brushing her lips against his without giving him the satisfaction of their embrace, even though she wanted to taste him.

His hand slid up her back, his other keeping her hand high so that her breasts were pressed against him.  As the song ended, he dipped her low, causing her leg to curve around his hip instinctively, and nipped the tops of both breasts with his teeth as he straightened her against him.  The wolf held her against his body, his hand on her knees to keep her leg around his arousal, even as she stood.  Her whole body flushed with heat as some clapped for the show he had used her to give them.  Tass looked up into those crystal eyes sternly, and he let her leg drop to the floor slowly.

As the audience turned from her and the wolf, Tass began to slip away as she was accustomed to doing, taking pleasure in only the play, the teasing, never staying to fulfill the promises she made, but he held her hand, preventing her from leaving.  Though she could easily get away, resorting to her powers here, where so many other magicks mingled, wasn’t her first option; she gave him her smile instead.

“Don’t run off on me, Voluptas.” His voice was soft and low and commanding, stopping her heart as her true name dripped from his mouth with such sweet desire.  He smiled at her, and she suddenly wished she had her mother’s power to read minds.  His hand reeled her in again. “Don’t leave until you have let me sip from that sweet mouth of yours at least once.”

Her insides clenched, knees nearly buckling, making her grip his shoulders from inexperience with the way her muscles clenched together, giving no more than an inch between her lips and his.  His smile widened, eyes heated and animalistic.

“Your name?” Her voice was softer than a whisper, although it rang through her head like a cannon.  Tass gulped, struggling for composure, trying to retie the feathers that were shaking loose.

“Dylan, my love.” His breath fell over her neck, making her knees lose the little self-control they had attempted to gain.  She peered around the ballroom.  Far too many gazes followed every inch of her as she reacted to him.

“The coat room.” Tass stepped away, willing her knees to not embarrass her. “Second floor.”

She grabbed the hand of the nearest lad, letting him twirl her around, stroking her fingers across his face and neck, but this boy’s presence didn’t shake her powers, only strengthened her as she moved to kiss a thin woman with a peacock headdress.  As she slid away from the woman, she looked back to the dance floor where Dylan still stood, watching her with his arms folded across his chest.  Dylan looked more like a god than a wolf.  Meeting him in the coat room wasn’t a good idea, but she would.  She was the goddess of pleasure and unwilling to give up such an opportunity.

Tass danced and teased her way to the full curving staircase, glancing again to where she had left Dylan, but the spot was empty, and her legs willed her to move faster.

He can wait for me. I am a goddess.

But she drew herself up the stairs with a sense of speed.

The coat room was mid-way down the long upper hall, which was empty except for two drunken patrons, groping each other playfully.  Her hand trembled at the double door, smelling the wolf and making her breath catch.  She swung the door open and slipped into the dark with unusual expectation.

The door clicked closed behind her, and bulky arms seized her immediately, pulling her against a broad chest and taut stomach.  Her body lifted from the ground and was pressed back against the wall with a pleasure she had only experienced second hand.  The warm brush of his mouth burned against her neck and shoulder, nipping at her flesh.

Yes. This is what she wanted—someone to tease her back, to make her want.

“I didn’t think you’d come.  I thought it was some goddess trick.” Dylan drove his hips against hers, his erection evident.

Tass gasped, tilting her head back, a wet heat gathering between her legs as he rubbed himself against her.

Dylan planted soft kisses up to her chin, grazing his teeth against her jaw.  He touched her with skill, and her legs tightened around him.

The door clicked and swung open, letting light flutter into the oversized closet.

Tass started, fear wiping away the pleasure of having the wolf against her.  She flashed herself home to not be caught, landing hard against her bedroom wall, still suspended in the air by the wolf’s body. How could she have brought him with her?  She’d never had a problem before.

She pushed at him with her palms.  “You can’t be here.”

Dylan paused and met her gaze before glancing around. “Why not?”

Aggravated, she pushed at him again. “Because this is my home.”

The wolf grinned, and her insides blazed again, stealing the breath from her.  He leaned his mouth down to hers, running the tip of his tongue over seam of her lips.  No one had ever dared touch her like this before—commanding and confident that she’d respond.

And she did, opening her mouth to him as her eyes flitted closed, trembling with the rest of her body.

As his warm mouth sipped from hers, he hiked her skirt up over her hips, pressing himself against her again.  Her bare skin responded instantly, swelling and expanding.  Moisture gathered as he pushed again, rubbing the rough fabric against her core and making her moan into his mouth.

Dylan’s tongue swirled around hers in a primal dance.  Tass’s head spun.  She had never experienced such a kiss before, nothing that could compare to the heat raging through her body with the swish of his tongue and the push of his hips.

His panting mouth dropped from hers, skipping down her shoulder and collarbone.  His deft fingers tugging at the straps of her dress so that it seems her dress falls below her breasts by accident, coincidence.

A growl vibrated down her chest bone as his kisses fell down her body.  His large hand cupped her left breast as he shifted his hips to drive against her at a new angle, hefting her knees higher on his waist.  The near painful pleasure arched Tass’s back as a moan filled her room—choked into oblivion as Dylan’s mouth enveloped her right nipple.  He tugged it between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it relentlessly until the pleasure of it had her hands sunk into his hair and her head falling back and forth.

Her core tightened against his thrusts, her nerves so swollen they could burst.  Hiccups of pleasure erupted from her as he rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth.

Tass’s whole body clamped down and exploded simultaneously, flashing a bright white behind her lids.  She gasped and her body bucked forward against Dylan’s.

Her vision returned quickly, but the room is dark again, damp and moldy.  She flashed away from the wolf, covering herself as she stood behind him.  He whirled on her, gaze filled with satisfaction and need.

His hand grazed the fabric covering his erection, obviously wet even in the dark, and brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them as he watched her.

Her entire body shuddered, and she flashed away again.

Back in her room, Tass leaned back against the edge of her bed, willing her legs to stop shaking.  She dried the wetness sliding between her legs with a burst of power and gripped her sheet.  Was that…? Was that what all the fuss was about?  Was that what an orgasm was supposed to feel like?