Chapter 13 #2
I was draped over Lothar, again, straddling one of his huge thighs, and I was still freaking moving against it. Gasping, I tried to pull away, but one of Lothar’s hot hands pressed against my lower back—or maybe it had been there the whole time?
“Don’t stop. I got you, Rox.” He lifted his knee, the muscle beneath my pussy flexing.
I shook my head, even as my inner muscles spasmed in protest. I was so close to coming, I was trembling.
His thigh flexed again. “Can smell that pussy, babe. Can feel how fucking hot and wet you are. You need it, take it.”
I told myself to push away, but he was right.
I needed it. More than food or water, more than air.
So instead of getting off him, oh gods, I ground down harder and moaned.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I had to stop.
Still, I showed no signs of stopping and fell forward, my mouth opening against his chest on another moan as I rocked faster.
It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
“Loth, please.” Had I said that? Oh gods, I needed to shut up and get off him.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I was screaming a warning, stop this now, before it’s too late.
But my body had taken over. The need inside me was too great to ignore.
The longing to be close to him like this had been forced down for so long, I couldn’t hold it in another moment.
What was Lothar thinking? Was he disgusted? My scent repelled him. He had to hate this.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered. “I’m so sorry.” I wasn’t only apologizing for this, for what I was doing to him in this moment, but for things he would never remember—for what I did to him, to us. For what I did to save my own devastated heart.
His hand slid up and down my back. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he rasped. “You’re so fucking hot, Roxy. So sexy, babe.” He groaned. “Fuck, female, you’re killing me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered again, then groaned against his chest. “I’m repellent. You think I stink, you think—”
His fingers dug into my ass, hard enough to shut me up. “Baby, the last thing you’re doing is repelling me. All I can smell right now is that hot-as-fuck pussy.”
It was all my desperate, needy brain needed to hear to justify what I was doing. I reached back, grabbing his hand, and he didn’t resist as I brought it around and shoved it between my legs. “Then touch me. Please, I need you to touch me.”
“I’ll touch you anywhere you want, sweetheart.” His beast rattled in his chest as his hand slid down the front of my shorts. “This where you want me, Rox?”
“Yes, oh gods, yes.” His rough-skinned fingers slipped through my slick pussy, rubbing over my clit. He didn’t let up, working me, teasing my opening, but not sinking in. With every swipe of those thick, talented fingers, I lost more of my control.
On the next swipe of his thumb over my clit, there was no holding back, and I sank my teeth into his pec on a muffled cry. Lothar hissed and his hips jerked up.
Oh gods, I’d missed him so fucking much.
I’d missed his gritty voice against my ear, his rough hands against my skin—I’d missed just being near him. He’d destroyed me, but I’d torn us apart forever, shattering us beyond repair.
“More,” I moaned against his chest, desperate to feel and not think, because I was barely holding back a sob.
Then finally, he slid a thick finger inside me, a guttural sound vibrating from him. “Fuck, Roxy, you feel so fucking good. You want more, baby?”
I nodded furiously, and he slid out that thick digit and pushed it back in, but this time with a second. I gripped his shoulders, unable to do anything but ride his fingers, chasing the pleasure unfurling inside me.
“You’re all over my hand, Roxy. You’re so wet, baby. I can feel how badly you need to come.” He pressed his lips to my temple. “Let go, beautiful. Stop fighting it, and let go for me.”
How did he know? How could he feel the battle going on inside me? I wanted to come so badly, but I also didn’t deserve this with him. I didn’t deserve it. “I c-can’t,” I whimpered.
He flipped me suddenly, so I was on my back, then he loomed over me. “Yeah, you can. You’re gonna come for me, Rox. You’re gonna give me what we both want.”
The fingers of his other hand slid back into my hair, and he fisted lightly again while he thrust his fingers into me.
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “L-Lothar, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, but you gotta look at me,” he growled.
I kept my eyes squeezed shut.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t refuse him.
I bit my lower lip when I blinked up at him and found his hound staring back.
The beast was looking deep into my soul, as if that part of him knew the truth.
As if the beast knew all my secrets but just didn’t know how to share them with Lothar.
That was a ridiculous thought. They were one, man and beast, but gods, staring into his glowing eyes now, I was positive I could see it all there in their depths, the secrets and lies, all the ugly truths.
“Let go,” he growled, pure dominance in his voice as he slid his thumb over my clit and thrust his fingers inside me faster, deeper. “Let go for me, Roxy.”
My hips jerked and my thighs spread wider, seeking more, because I was losing this battle. I’d regret this later, but in this moment, I wanted to lose.
He thrust his fingers deep again, and I arched against the bed, coming all over his thick fingers, crying out.
Lothar groaned above me, watching me, while my head spun and my body trembled from the power of my orgasm.
When I finally collapsed back on the mattress, I lay there with my eyes closed, too scared to move, too damn terrified to look up at him, to face what I’d done.
He brushed my hair back and pressed a soft kiss to my lips as he slid his fingers from me.
“Let me see you, Rox,” he ordered roughly as if he knew what I was thinking.
I blinked up at him then, unable to hide any longer, unable to deny him, and watched as his gaze moved over my face, seemingly tracing every inch of it.
I had no idea what he saw when he looked at me.
Then my mind scrambled because he lifted the glistening fingers he’d had inside me and sucked them into his mouth with a moan.
A shiver rolled through me, seeing that pleasure move over his face, and I had to squeeze my thighs together.
“Delicious,” he rumbled. “But I’m gonna need another taste.” His hand moved to my belly, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear. “You gonna give me another taste, Roxy?”
Right then I’d give him any-fucking-thing he wanted from me.
Was this truly happening? Maybe I could have this, have him? Maybe we could get a second chance after all. Maybe…
Someone banged on the door.
Lothar growled, then jumped off the bed and strode across the room.
He was in only his boxer briefs and the male was hard.
He yanked the door open and the innkeeper stood there, hair a mess, her robe wrapped tightly around her, and a harried look on her face.
She held out a folded piece of paper. “I was told to give you this.” Then she spun and rushed away.
Lothar shut the door and turned to me. I was already off the bed and crossing the floor. He handed it to me and I quickly unfolded it. “It’s an anonymous tip. Has to be from someone at the bar.” I scanned the message and my gaze shot up to Lothar. “Beelzebub’s still here.”