Chapter 1: Rising Action
Austin stretched languidly, surveying the spotless kitchen with a frown. The apartment was dead silent; Lyra's parents had been gone for three days now on a business trip to Paris, and he wanted to make sure they came home to a clean house. But with Lyra's enticing scent swirling around him like the perfect storm, a hurricane raged inside his furry body: unfulfilled frustration, raging lust, and insatiable need.
He scrubbed at the granite countertop with vengeance.
"Fucking hell," he muttered, tossing the sponge into the sink. His mind drifted back to Lyra, her soft, warm body pressed against his, her hands teasing his waistband. He could almost feel her, nails digging into his skin, pulling him closer. His cock twitched at the thought, tenting his jeans.
"Goddammit," he growled, adjusting himself. The apartment felt too small, too hot, too filled with Lyra's presence. He needed to do… something.
Anything to get his mind off Lyra. Or better yet, onto her. He stalked out of the kitchen, tail swishing behind him, and found her in their bedroom, sprawled out on the bed, engrossed in a book. Her white fur glowed in the dim light filtering through the grimy window, and her tail twitched slightly as she turned a page. She wore nothing but a thin tank top and a pair of black panties, her long legs bare and inviting.
Austin leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, and watched her. She was oblivious to his presence, her nose scrunched up in concentration. It was times like these he loved to watch her, unguarded and free. And fuck, she was gorgeous.
His eyes roamed over her body, devouring every curve, every inch of exposed skin. His cock throbbed, straining against his jeans, begging for release. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed her.
Now.
Austin pushed off from the doorframe, his voice a low growl, "Lyra."
She looked up, eyes widening as she took in his expression. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Austin," she breathed, setting her book aside. "What's got you all riled up?"
He didn't answer, instead, he crossed the room in three long strides, his eyes never leaving hers. He grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed, making her squeak in surprise.
His hands gripped her thighs, thumbs brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. He could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating, and it drove him wild.
"Fuck, Lyra," he groaned, his voice ragged. "You're soaked."
She bit her lip, her eyes darkening. "It's your fault," she whispered. "You're always teasing me."
He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "Is that what I'm doing, love? Teasing you?" He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear.
"I can show you just how much I'm teasing," he growled, his fingers methodically tracing the outline of her wet panties, dipping below to graze her vulnerable flesh. "God, you taste so fucking good, Lyra."
She moaned, arching her back, pressing herself against him. "Austin..."
He took her moans as an invitation, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties, probing the folds of her wet sex. Her muscles clenched around his fingers, sucking them deep inside.