Kisten kept his face buried in my neck, his hands sliding across my bare shoulders. I didn’t try to hide my soft hum as I enjoyed his touch, tempted to allow my outfit to fade away as he sat up slightly, his finger gently touching the silver accents on my skin. His face held his confusion as he traced their shape.
“Are they…?”
“They are a part of me, but I don’t have to keep them if you don’t like them,” I answered, closing my eyes as he stroked them, unable to help the soft moan that escaped me. “They are only permanent in my goddess form.”
“Hmm,” the shifter answered, and I opened my eyes to see his conflicted gaze. I carefully sat up, reaching to stroke his face as I lifted his face to mine.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m… it’s still a little weird,” Kisten admitted, leaning into my hand as
