Unfettered Vessel (Found & Freed: The Unfettered #6)

21. Chapter 21

Chapter twenty-one

Pink

T his shower is so hot I’m probably going to lose a layer of skin. It feels good. But it is not washing away the feeling of being ripe. It is not even distracting from it. I’m simply ripe while standing under a scorching hot shower. There is no running away from the fact. Nowhere to hide. No way to even delay it.

I have never hated my stupid body more. Why must it insist on betraying me and putting me in this predicament?

I like Monty. I really, really like him. We are courting. We have been on two wonderful dates. We shared a truly magical first kiss. Whatever is blossoming between us is precious. However, in the normal course of things, I would not wish to have sex with him at this stage. It’s too soon.

A strange, derogatory sounding giggle bubbles out of me. In the normal course of things, I wouldn’t put out until my wedding night. But I’m no virgin and Monty is never going to marry me.

But none of that changes the facts. I am ripe, so I have to let him fuck me.

On the other hand, I don’t want to go back to him formally emptying me. That would be as awkward as hell. It would also put a distance between us that I do not want.

I sigh heavily as I turn the shower off. Too close to have sex without emotion, yet not close enough to want to do it without necessity.

I wrap a towel around myself. Sex without emotion? Who am I kidding? It has not been like that with Monty for a while now, if it ever was. He has always made me feel things.

So why am I in such a tizzy? Is it because my feelings for him have grown so intense, I know I won’t be able to hide them at all?

I wish Jade was here so I could talk things through with him. I miss him. I miss Red and Brodie too.

With that unhappy thought, I leave my bathroom and head for my closet. I throw on some white silk pajamas. I love the way they feel and I don’t mind walking down the garden in them to Monty’s campervan.

Just as I’m tying the drawstring of my pants, there is a gentle tap on my bedroom door. I whirl to face it as if I can see through the wood. My heart starts to race. I don’t need laser vision. It is Monty. I can sense his magic.

I run to the door and fling it open.

Monty has tried to tame his wild hair by tying it up in a tiny neat bun. His navy blue henley shirt and black jeans are very smart, without being formal. Oh lord, he has rolled the sleeves up. And he is holding a bunch of roses and a box of chocolates.

“Come in,” I say weakly as I step back.

This level of romance shortly after a very hot shower, has me at a very real risk of fainting.

Monty steps calmly into my room.

“I’m afraid I don’t keep any drinks in here, so I can’t offer you one,” I babble.

Monty smiles. “It is you I wanted, not a drink.”

My cheeks are burning, aren’t they? Monty hands me the flowers and chocolates and I busy myself with finding somewhere to put them.

“I hope you can forgive the intrusion, but I sensed you were ripe, and I thought we should discuss matters.”

“Yes, of course,” I mutter while nodding frantically. Luckily, my back is to him while I’m retrieving a previously unused vase from my shelf of knick-knacks.

“Pink, I just wanted to make it clear that I understand and respect your wishes, whatever they may be. If you wish to keep things formal, then that is what we will do.”

I dump the roses unartfully in the vase, and turn back to face Monty. My stomach is fluttering like crazy. I should have known he would understand.

“Would…would you prefer a different mage empty you, just for now?” Monty’s eyes are wide and anxious.

My hands fly up to my mouth. “Heaven’s no!” I can’t imagine anything worse.

Monty nods and I catch a glimpse of a very pleased and relieved smile before he schools his features into a neutral expression.

“Sorry for suggesting it. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible, Pink. So, I’d like to discuss all options.”

How is anyone so lovely? It doesn’t seem possible. Monty really is unlike anyone else I have ever known.

I take a deep breath and let it out, along with all my tension. “Thank you Monty, I really appreciate it. I was nervous because if I wasn’t tapped…I wouldn’t…yet. But…” I give up and trail off.

Monty steps forward and takes my hand. I stare into his blue eyes and see just how much he understands and just how much he feels the same way.

“What do we do?” I whisper.

He gives my hand a squeeze. “How about we start with a kiss and take it from there? If at any point, going back to being formal seems like it would be better, then that’s what we will do.”

I nod. It all sounds so simple when he puts it like that.

Monty smiles at me and my heart thumps so loudly in response he has to have heard it.

“I..um…I,” I stammer. “I don’t actually know how to do things informally.” In the harem, I simply did as I was told, which was mostly to lie still.

Monty brings my hand up to his lips and places a soft kiss on my knuckles. “We can learn together.”

A wave of dizziness spins through me. Monty catches my shoulders and steadies me. I blink at him as my vision returns.

“I think you just made me swoon,” I croak.

Monty chuckles, blue eyes sparkling with delight. “I’d be honored to have that effect on you Pink, but sadly, it was probably just your magic.”

“And a very hot shower,” I add.

His smile deepens. “There you go. Perfectly rational explanation.”

Now I am caught in his gaze and I cannot think of a single thing to say. My mind has gone utterly blank. The only thing I am capable of is staring at him.

“May I kiss you?” he asks softly.

Somehow, I coordinate enough muscles to make my head nod. Monty steps up close. One hand goes to the small of my back. His head lowers, then soft gentle lips are brushing over the seam of my mouth.

Sensation shoots through me. Immediate and intense. It rewrites me and blasts away all of my uncertainty and nerves. The only thing left is desire.

A moan escapes me and I hungrily open my mouth. I want more of him. I want all of him. He is kissing me with tenderness and passion and heat. Heat that builds and builds. It sinks into me. It smolders and burns. He pulls me closer, and the heat ignites. I am on fire. A blaze with need and passion.

My bed rises up to meet my back. I have no idea how we moved here, but I’m glad. I’m kissing Monty feverishly. My hands are frantically pulling at his clothes. Finally, I find a way under them and my palm runs over his abs. Tracing the contours like I have a thousand times in my dreams. The reality of it is infinitely better.

Monty is tearing at my clothes too. We are desperate for one another, as if the feel of each other’s skin is the only cure for our starvation.

Eventually, we are naked. My hands roam every inch of him I can reach, mapping his body to my memory. The world shrinks. The only things left are touches, caresses, palms, fingers, lips, tongue and teeth. He is pure heat, hard muscle and soft skin. Everywhere he touches me lights up like stardust.

I’m moaning and writhing. I am a carnal beast.

My legs spread wide. I need his burning heat inside me. I want him to set me alight in the deepest parts of me. Our bodies are pressed as close as two bodies can be, but it is not enough. It is nowhere near enough. We need to be joined. We need to be one. No end and no beginning.

One creature of pleasure and lust, shot through with golden pulsing magic that flows without limits.

Monty’s cock pushes gently at my entrance. I throw back my head and wail in delight.

“Is this…is this…” he sounds as if he is speaking through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cry out.

I have never wanted anything more. To be stuffed with Monty’s cock would be more divine than heaven.

He starts to ease in and I am so glad I prepared in the shower. Every time I think he can’t be as big as I remember, and every time I am proven wrong. Taking him is extreme. I love it. The feel of being stretched to my limits, the shock of it, the burn. The way my body tries to resist before collapsing in complete surrender.

He slides in all the way. Claiming all of me. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. I pull him down to resume our kiss. Now all parts of us are touching. The way it should be.

He rocks his hips, dragging his cock through my insides and rubbing against my prostate. My thoughts turn into fireworks. My magic glows. Oh lord. I am going to erupt. There is going to be none of me left, and that sounds wonderful.

I’m going to pass out from the intensity, and that’s just fine.

Because Monty is here to catch me.