Chapter 15
Army
“Hayes…” she whispers.
Hayes.
She whispered my name in her drug-induced sleep.
This is my Leeva.
I can figure out how she ended up without Guerilla’s mark later, because right now, a possessiveness I’ve never allowed myself to feel for her roars to life.
She doesn’t wear Guerilla’s mark, so in the eyes of our MC, she isn’t his old lady. And according to our laws, I can have her.
Holy fucking shit.
Yes.
A part of my mind tries to interject, reminding me of my old ways of putting her on a pedestal. That this is Leeva. My best friend, my pure and innocent little dove, and I’m the filthy scum who is unworthy of her.
But Leeva went to Hedon, wanting to dip her toes into the world of kink-filled sex all by herself.
Fate brought us back together so I could be her guide and teacher, helping her explore this part of herself in a safe, non-judgmental way. I was her first in that regard.
And I’ll be her fucking last.
I had stupidly friend-zoned us after Leeva expressed interest in me when we were younger. I won’t make that mistake again.
And I won’t let her, either.
I could tell that the attraction she felt to the man in the wolf mask was potent. Raw and carnal. Primal. No one else in that club existed for either of us.
And the way she came for me… Fucking. Magnificent.
She wanted the man in the wolf mask. But if she knew it was me, her best friend who betrayed her, that would be a different story, though.
A grin plays on my lips as I study her while she sleeps.
She would meet her masked man again, who would lead her deeper into exploring the world of kinky sex, fulfilling her every filthy desire, and addicting her to it. Addicting her to him. Then, and only then, would I remove the mask and expose that it’s me.
My cock is rock-hard—it has been since I saw her sleeping naked. I rise to my feet. I’ve never had a somnophilia kink, even though some of my partners in the past loved the thought of being played with and fucked while they slept.
I wouldn’t cross that line with Leeva because she hadn’t given me permission to touch her while she slept.
She also hadn’t given me permission to break into her suite and stare at her while she slept naked, either.
So, yeah, I’m not exactly an upstanding citizen, but there are lines I won’t cross, especially with her. However, in the future, if she gives me the green light for free use, well…then that’s an entirely different situation.
I might not be willing to touch her right now, but I’m a morally gray motherfucker who is filthy as hell, remembering how she reacted at Hedon when I told her I wanted to paint her skin with my cum, and I plan to mark her in the only way I can right now.
The sound of my zipper pulling down fills the room, and I pause to make sure she doesn’t wake.
Then I pull out my rigid cock and rub my hand over the head, smearing the pre-cum before I start to aggressively fist my cock.
Staring down at her, I imagine her waking and seeing the man from the club wearing the wolf mask doing this.
Then I imagine, after her fear and shock subside, how she wraps those pouty lips around me and gags while I fuck her mouth.
Christ.
Staring down at her, I remember last night.
I remember her lust when I told her what I planned to do with her riding the Sybian Saddle.
I remember every moment of touching her, sinking into her, thrusting into her.
Fucking her. The way she came so beautifully for me.
The way she squeezed and convulsed around my cock.
Goddamn, I need to fuck her bare. I need to feel my cum jet deep inside her as she convulses around me. I need to see it dripping out of her.
And I need to see my cum on her creamy skin. Right now.
I move closer to the bed as my orgasm rushes toward me, not wanting a drop of my cum to miss hitting her skin. It erupts in spurts, and I watch as it lands on her tits and neck.
Such a gorgeous canvas. So fucking perfect.
Biting back my groan, I slide my hand along my length, squeezing to ensure I get every drop of cum onto her perfect skin. I shudder at the pleasure that continues to ripple through me as I stare down at her.
Tucking myself back into my jeans, I zip them up, then bend over Leeva. Gently, I dip my fingers into the mess on her skin and smear it around. I rub it over her tits, her stomach, up her neck, and even on her face, rubbing it in like moisturizer and covering as much of her as possible.
Lifting my fingers to her lips, I gently press them into her mouth. “Suck me clean, siren,” I order quietly.
“Hayes,” she whispers again in her sleep, making my heart kick painfully, then her mouth closes around my fingers, and her tongue swirls to get the last of my cum.
I pull my fingers out and lean down, pressing my lips to hers. I give my first kiss to her. And it feels so fucking right. Her mouth moves slightly under mine, responding and filling my soul with joy.
“Soon, Leeva,” I murmur against her lips. “Soon you’ll know it’s me. But until then, your masked wolf will see you again, siren.”
Then I stand, leaving her sleeping and marked with my cum. It will be dry by the time she wakes, but primal, deviant satisfaction fills me at the thought that it will still be there, covering her.
Before I leave, though, I plant the bugs I also stole from Digits’ top-tier tech supplies, planting one in her bedroom and one in the outer area of her suite. They’ll give me both audio and visual footage.
Once I test that the feed is coming through to my phone, I silently leave, ensuring the door is locked tight behind me.