Chapter 5 The Plan
The Plan
Beam didn’t want to open her eyes. She was snuggled into a pillow that smelled like a mossy forest with the most delicious ache between her legs.
Just as Talon had promised, she was sore and sloppy, and that confirmed that the filthy fantasy she’d woken to in the middle of the night hadn’t been a dream.
She worked up the energy to peek out one eye.
Talon sat on the far side of the bed looking at his phone, his hooves crossed.
His long black hair was gathered at the back of his skull in a loose and careless knot.
He wore only running shorts, and she admired his strong, furry thighs and his muscular torso.
Arousal curled through her stomach, and she struggled to tamp it down.
A used condom lay next to her on the bed.
She’d told him the first night they were together that he couldn’t finish inside her—she wasn’t trying to get pregnant from some random hookup.
There were apparently some lines that even he wouldn’t cross, no matter the provocation.
The pang of disappointment in her chest was unexpected, and she did her best to ignore it.
“Bathroom is through there,” he said and pointed to his left. He didn’t look up or say anything else as she rose and walked that way.
After a long shower and a quick brush of her teeth—thanks to a brand-new wrapped toothbrush on the vanity—she was more herself.
She padded out into his bedroom naked because she didn’t have anything she could wear.
Her clothes from the day before were shredded.
The room was empty, but a t-shirt long enough to be a passable dress sat folded on his recently made bed.
She pulled the shirt over her and gathered up her shoes and her torn clothes.
She walked through the courtyard and around the large house, out to the front where she’d come in.
A town car waited for her at the curb. She slid inside and gave the driver her address.
The kiss-off was exactly as impersonal and disinterested as she had expected from Talon, but a smile curled her lips all the same.
Because she’d seen the look in his eyes last night when she’d woken and come around his cock.
He was as taken by her as she was by him. And she had a plan.
She went to work every day as usual, making jewelry and delivering the pieces as needed, keeping as busy as possible.
Each night she returned home and masturbated herself to sleep. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t get off, that wasn’t what she was trying to accomplish. She left the curtains wide open and the lights on. Her backyard was fenced, and her neighbors couldn’t see inside, but he could.
She felt him lurking outside her sliding glass door every night while she fucked herself with her favorite vibrator, even though she knew she couldn’t come. He’d put the hex back on her after she fell asleep.
She’d suspected after their last night together that Talon could feel when she was aroused while he had this spell on her. Seemed like she was right, because he turned up every night as she played with herself. Now that she was attuned to his magical signature, she could sense when he was close.
After her vibrator died on the eighth night, she walked to the slider and dropped her robe so that she stood nude, backlit by her lights. He was out there again, lurking in the shadows.
Goosebumps prickled over her skin at the idea of being watched. She lifted her hands to rub her nipples, fondling her tits for a few minutes because she’d seen the hungry way he’d watched them. Then she unlocked the door, pulled it open all the way, and went to bed.
She woke to the sensation of being fucked by a thick, satisfying cock. Her pussy tingled in the most delightful way as the spell loosened. She moaned into the hand that was clamped over her mouth. Holy shit, the man could fuck.
She opened her eyes and stared up at him. His eyes glowed faintly green in the darkness. He’d turned out the light to cater to her fantasy, and she adored him for it. She lifted her hips to invite him deeper into her body.
Beam held on as long as she could to prolong the moment, toes curled and back arched, but he was too good at his job.
She came around his cock in a glorious rush, her cries muffled by his hand.
When she calmed a bit, he pressed his thumb between her lips.
She didn’t resist as he pushed it into her mouth and over her tongue in a slow and sensuous rhythm.
A few seconds later he picked up the same pattern with his hips.
He thrust into her that way for several minutes and then grunted when his climax finally overtook him.
His heavy weight settled over her, but as much as she wanted to, she didn’t wrap her arms around him.
Instead, she stroked one hand up his stomach to his chest. Enough that he could feel her touch, but not enough to threaten the careful facade of disinterest he so desperately clung to.
With a grumble that wasn’t nearly as irritated as he probably intended, he pulled her hand away. “Go to sleep.”
She took a deep breath and turned her head to the side and did exactly that.
The next time she woke, he was gone. Her curtains were drawn, and her door was closed and locked.
The only evidence that he had been there was the used condom next to her on the bed and the soreness between her legs.
She drifted back to sleep with a smile on her face.
They played this game for several more weeks.
Whenever she invited him in, he came and ravaged her in her sleep.
It was the best sex she’d ever had in her life, and she couldn’t get enough.
Soon she was inviting him in every night, and he took her up on the offer every time.
Sometimes she woke up bound, sometimes gagged, but always aroused out of her mind by whatever he’d been doing to her in her sleep.
It was too fucking addictive.
Eventually, she felt him outside in the yard before she even started touching herself. That was when he was ready for the next part of her plan.
She’d spent a lot of her life wondering why she craved the fucked-up shit she did.
But now that she’d met that sexy fucking goat, she knew exactly why.
He was every filthy fantasy she’d ever had made flesh.
He fucked her exactly as dirty as she’d always wanted, without holding anything back because of propriety.
She already belonged to him, now she just had to convince him of that.
She let a string of five days go by without unlocking her door. He prowled around outside her house every night, but after her marathon masturbation sessions she shut the curtains and turned off the lights. He did not come in on any of those nights.
Valentine’s Day
Beam sent Talon a text message for the first time since the initial back and forth, Come have dinner with me.
His reply was a simple one, We’re not fucking dating.
Then what are we doing? She watched the floating dots and waited for his answer.
I’m entertaining your perverted fantasies and getting off at the same time.
Beam laughed. While that was certainly true, it was nowhere near the whole truth.
She’d seen the look in his eyes when he fucked her to sleep, felt the gentle touch of his hands in the moments he thought she was senseless, and most damning of all, experienced the yearning of his all-too-rare kisses.
The way he held her chin so she couldn’t escape and kissed her breathless told her everything she needed to know. He needed her, as much as she did him.
Come have dinner with me and I’ll entertain one of your fantasies.
He left her on read for nearly fifteen minutes before he finally responded, Deal.
After a bit of deliberation, she decided on a salad because she probably wasn’t going to want a heavy meal in her stomach for whatever he had in mind.
When she reached for the goat cheese to balance out the sweetness of some of the other ingredients, she hesitated.
Was that offensive? She decided to err on the side of caution and chose pineapple instead.
She put the finishing touches on everything just as a loud motorcycle pulled up to the curb in front of her house.
He accepted a glass of wine and eyed the plate she presented to him with surprise that faded into a pleased smile.
“Not what you were expecting?” she asked as she took the chair across from him.
He snorted and picked up his fork. “I expected pasta, or godsforbid, a burger.” His bitter tone conveyed exactly what he thought about that.
“Kai told me you were a vegetarian, so burgers seemed like a bad idea.”
He gazed at her with a strange expression while he chewed his mouthful. Once he had swallowed, he asked, “What else did Soraya’s pet witch say about me?” He didn’t sound annoyed that she’d been asking about him, more curious.
“That you were grumpy.”
Talon chuckled. “Well, at least she was honest.”
Beam finished her own bite. “She said you were one of the guards she knew least because you mostly kept to yourself, but that were you were in general a considerate housemate.” She gestured with her fork. “If grumpy.”
He shrugged. “I try not to be a dick to people who are nice to me.”
She smiled. “Kai is certainly nice.”
They passed the rest of the meal in comfortable silence.
There were so many details she’d never picked up on before in their frenzied coupling.
His slightly furred ears were pointed, with multiple rings piercing each of them.
His blunted fingernails were painted a dark and gleaming red that accented the curved script of the tattoos that covered his hands.
He sometimes worried at the piercings in his lower lip with his tongue when he was thinking.
Nerves fluttered through her stomach as she thought again about what his fantasies might entail. She truly had no idea what to expect.
When they were done with their meal, she pulled a leather jacket over her t-shirt as she followed him out the door.
With a rueful shake of her head, she realized he’d hadn’t even told her to come with him, she’d just walked along with him when he got up from the table.
It was a strange realization that she trusted him enough to follow him anywhere.
That wasn’t how she behaved with anyone.
He swung a leg over his motorcycle and glanced back expectantly. There was no evidence of a helmet in sight, and she’d never ridden one of these.
When she hesitated, he reached out for her hand.
She gave it over, and his magic tickled up her arm and over her body.
She didn’t know exactly what he’d done, but she felt safe with him—she always had—so she leaned into that instinct and settled onto the bike behind him.
She wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself to his back.
He reached a hand back to stroke her bare thigh where her skirt had ridden up and then started the engine.