Chapter 37
SERATH
C ameron is putty in my arms, rubbing against me as if she wants to sink into my skin. Was she like this with the Mason boy? Was he about to take advantage of her?
A red haze tinges my vision as I lock gazes with him. “I will kill you.”
He stands slowly, hands up in a placating gesture. “I was trying to get her cooled off. Trust me. I don’t take what isn’t freely given. She’s not herself right now.”
His words reek of sincerity, and my beast stands down.
“I believe him,” Selas says from the doorway. “Can you control your beast?”
It shoves against my skin, egged on by Cameron’s arousal, but I push back, using the anklet to ground me.
If I lose control, she’ll die.
I can’t ever lose control. “I’m fine.”
“Then go. I’m right behind you,” Selas says.
The window is open, so I wrap Cameron’s hot, tight body in my arms and leap through it, morphing and taking to the air.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need it. I need it now.”
“I know, my heart, I know, and I’ll do what I can to give it to you.”
* * *
“What happened?” Orix follows me into my room then into the bathroom.
My hands are full of a writhing, needy halfblood. “Turn on the shower. Cold. Now.”
Orix flips the lever and adjusts the temperature. “It’s one of her weird episodes, isn’t it? I can smell her.” His tone is lower than usual. He’s turned on by her scent.
“Get out!”
“Serath, you can’t be alone—”
“I said, get the fuck out.”
He steps outside but doesn’t close the door.
I set Cameron on her feet, but she clings to me, running her hot hands over my shoulders, my biceps, then up to cup my face. Her lips search for mine, and I turn my head away, afraid that if I allow her that much, then I’ll lose control.
“Serath, please. It hurts. It hurts so bad.”
My cock is painfully hard, my body attuned to her need. I steer her into the stall fully clothed and push her under the spray.
She cries out, a sound that is part pleasure, part pain. Mist rises off her skin where the cold water hits it.
Desperate sobs wrack her body, but she continues to rock against me, as if losing contact is too painful.
The water isn’t enough.
I need to relieve her. I’ll have to touch her. Gods help me. I turn her away from me, push her against the tiles, then reach around and slip my hands down her pants to cup her bare pussy.
She tilts her hips toward my hand, whimpering please over and over.
Her skin is fire, her pussy swollen and weeping with need. I part her, sliding a digit over her clit and sliding down to push in and out of her.
“Ah…Yes. Please.” She opens her thighs wider. “More. I need more.”
Two fingers, three. Fuck she’s so tight, sucking on me hungrily. I give her what she needs, upping the tempo and depth of my thrusts. “Imagine that it’s my cock inside you. So fucking deep. Take it, take all of me.”
“Yes. Mine. This is mine.” She rides my hand, head thrown back, mouth parted, emitting guttural sounds that inflame me and make it almost impossible to hold back my beast.
She tenses, then her body shudders, her pussy squeezing me in rippling motions as she comes.
“Yes…yes.” She sucks on her bottom lip. “Please don’t…don’t stop.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’m lost in her. Slave to her body.
I keep fucking her with my fingers, hips pressed to the small of her back, the base of my cock nestled between her ass cheeks with just the wet fabric between us.
I can’t help but chase my own release as she continues to come, gripping my fingers so tightly that I become a part of her.
My cock jerks, weeks of pent-up release sinking into the fabric of my lastonflex.
I’m not sure how long we remain joined this way, but eventually, her sobs cease, and her body relaxes against mine. I slowly withdraw my hand and resist the urge to suck my fingers clean.
“Serath…” She presses her palms to the tiles and drops her chin to her chest. “I don’t…I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want…I know—”
“Hush.” I turn her to face me and step into her space, peering down at her through the veil of water that crashes down between us. “Never mistake my distance for disregard, Cameron. You have my heart even though I cannot openly give it to you.”
Her eyes mist, glistening with tears. “Then stop seeing the other goyle. You don’t need to give your body to her. We can do this. We can control our beasts without you having to find release elsewhere.” Her lips tremble with emotion. “I can give you release just like you did for me.”
I want to tell her the truth. Admit that I’m merely using Jana as a boundary, but if I do that, there will be no barrier between us.
Nothing to keep her safe from me. “And you think we’ll be able to stop every time?
” My tone is gruff as frustration seeps into it.
“You think it’s safe to take risk after risk?
I need Jana. I need what she can give me. What you can’t.”
She squeezes her eyes closed, and tears track down her cheeks.
I hate myself.
I fucking hate hurting her like this. But this is the point I should leave her.
Just walk away and leave her wounded and wary.
But instead, I bridge the final distance between us and claim her trembling lips.
Her sob breaks against my mouth, and she sinks into me, giving herself to me in a kiss that slices a path across my aching heart.
I don’t want this moment to end.
I don’t want to let her go.
But I have to.
My eyes burn as I break contact and step away.
Her chin quivers, and she wraps her arms around her body, dropping her gaze to the tiles.
She looks broken, and it’s my fault. “I’ll give you some time to gather yourself and go to your room. I need to let Willowman know what just happened here.”
I step outside to find Orix standing to one side of the door, his back to the wall. His eyes flash with anger. “I don’t understand how nature can be so cruel.”
Neither do I. Neither do I.