Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
B eaufort
One moment there’s bliss swimming all over her face, the next that scowl is back firmly in place.
I thought she’d be purring like a contented little pussycat after those two orgasms I gifted her. Instead, she’s hissing and spitting with her claws out.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she snaps, pushing me away, wiggling down from my chest of drawers and tugging her skirt down her thighs. “And I am not some virgin, so if this is what this is all about, if this is the fetish you shitheads have, you’re looking in the wrong place.”
“Who?” I boom, unable to comprehend why the fuck I care.
I don’t have some fetish. I don’t subscribe to the notion that girls have to be untouched, unclaimed. Hell, it’s usually more fun when the girl knows what she’s doing and I usually don’t care where she gained that insight from.
But her …
The thought of someone else touching her has a rage simmering through my veins.
She is ours. No one else’s.
“None of your fucking business,” she says, attempting to squeeze past me.
I catch her arm.
“Everything about you is my business.”
“No, it’s not,” she snarls through gritted teeth.
I yank her closer.
“You felt how good that was,” I whisper, “that’s because this is meant to be.”
Confusion flickers across her face and for a moment I consider telling her. But how the hell would I explain it? “You are meant to be ours.” I take a deep inhale, attempting to calm myself. I don’t want to argue with her. I want to take her to bed.
“It’s okay that someone touched you before, but no one touches you from now on.”
She stares at me in disbelief. “It’s ‘okay’?” she hisses. “Of course, it’s fucking okay. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Did you not just hear me say that everything about you has to do with me?”
She pulls against my grip. “Let go of me. I’m leaving.”
“No,” I say petulantly. I have a taste of this toy – a fucking intimate taste – and I don’t want to let it go.
Then she does the last thing in the world I expect her to do. She stamps her booted foot down hard on my own. It takes me by surprise. I howl in pain and release my grip automatically. In a flash, she’s slipping out of the door, her light footsteps audible on the staircase.
For a moment, I consider chasing after her and dragging her back. But I’ve had my fun for tonight. I can afford to let her have her way this time.
I step back towards the chest of drawers and examine the surface; there’s a smudge of her arousal there and I drag my fingers through it and bring it up to my mouth, sucking the musky mess off my fingers.
Fuck, a girl never tasted so good.
Fuck, a girl never came so hard on my fingers – never felt so good on my fingers, her pussy tight and warm and convulsing in sweet waves.
Was I telling the truth? Is it because this is meant to be – destined to be? Or is it the girl herself?
She has a pretty enough face, her figure is all right. She’s nothing special and yet she turns me the fuck on.
I want to explore more of her, the quiver of her throat, the crest of her breasts, the pert tips of nipples and her ass. Fuck, yes, her ass.
For several moments, I stand there lost in the memory of what just happened, playing it over and over again in my mind. Then, I drag my gaze up to the mirror and stare at my face.
There’s a smile on my lips.
I smile even wider.
What a fucking awesome night this turned out to be.
Coming home to get my dick sucked and finger-fucking our little thrall.
I thought the academy would be a bore – I know where I’m going at the end of the year. The trials will be no test for me. And I’m being forced to sit through lessons when there’s nothing more to learn.
I changed my mind. It’s going to be a lot of fun!
I descend the staircase, finding the other two in the lounge. It seems they also left the party early.
“The little thrall just stormed out of here like someone lit a firework up her ass.” Dray tilts his head, examining me as he sniffs the air. “Can I assume you had something to do with that?”
I shrug and yawn. “I fingered her.”
Dray bursts out laughing. “Fuck, man, were you that bad at it? The girl looked like she swallowed a hedgehog.”
“Trust me, she enjoyed it,” I say, smiling to myself.
Thorne gapes at me, then storms right out of the room.
“What’s his problem?” Dray sniffs.
“No idea,” I say.
Apart from that little display before the run, Thorne has shown no interest in the girl at all. And that display, I suspect, was more about maintaining our reputation and ensuring those at this academy know we’re in charge, and nothing at all to do with keeping the girl safe. After all, I had to practically force him to spend time with her this week.
Thorne doesn’t give a shit about the girl. He doesn’t give a shit about any girls or anyone for that matter.
“Did you make her come?” Dray asks.
“Of course I made her fucking come.” I should probably tell him about the cock-sucking but I want to keep something to myself and I suspect Dray will want to pour over the details.
My suspicion is correct.
“What did she feel like?” Dray asks eagerly, stepping closer to sniff the air around me. “What did she look and sound like?”
“Wet,” I say, remembering how much arousal I’d found in her panties – a fucking treat I was not expecting.
That was another suspicion that proved correct. She may be fighting this but underneath all the hissing and spitting and claws, she wants it.
“Wet,” he repeats, grinning. “I fucking knew it!”
“And she’s noisy when she comes.”
Another thing I hadn’t been expecting. For a girl who seems to like to disappear into the background, she is noisy, messy and needy when she comes.
“I like that too.” He frowns at me. “It’s a shame you had to scare her away.”
“She’s touchy.”
“You mean she doesn’t jump and lick your ass when you click your fingers.”
I suppress a smile. She may not do those things but she did sink to her knees and suck my cock.
“She’s broken now,” I say, remembering how powerful and all-consuming her orgasm had been. “She’ll be back for more.”