Chapter 37 Ashton #2
For a moment, I just stand there and breathe. Let the water wash away the sweat and the fear and the lingering scent of Stefan's arousal that clings to me from lying pressed against him. But the relief is temporary, my cock still demanding attention that I can no longer ignore.
I wrap my hand around my length, squeezing slightly. The pressure feels incredible after hours of neglect, making me gasp and brace my other hand against the shower wall. I'm so worked up that it won't take much, just a few quick strokes and I'll be done.
I start slow despite the urgency, my hand moving up and down my shaft with practiced efficiency. Pre-come leaks from the tip, mixing with the water and making the slide easier. My head drops forward, eyes closing as sensation overwhelms everything else.
Images flash through my mind unbidden. Stefan's hands on me, his body pressed close, his purr rumbling through his chest. The way he looked when he kissed me earlier. The strength in his arms when he carried me, the protective edge to everything he does.
My hand moves faster, pleasure building rapidly. I come hard and fast, my orgasm ripping through me with unexpected intensity. I bite my lip to muffle the sound, my whole body shuddering as I spill across the shower floor.
But even as the pleasure fades, my cock doesn't soften. It stays hard, demanding more, refusing to be satisfied with one quick orgasm. The heat coursing through my system won't be appeased that easily.
I groan in frustration, already starting to stroke myself again. This time I go slower, drawing it out, trying to make it last. My other hand braces against the wall, muscles trembling with the effort of staying upright.
The images in my mind shift and change. Stefan is still there but now Solana joins him, her dark skin contrasting with my pale, her curves soft where I'm angular. I can't tell if I'm chasing a fantasy with Stefan or Solana at this point, or maybe both.
The thought should disturb me more than it does. Solana is Kade and Dustin's Omega, not mine. And Stefan has never indicated he wants anything beyond protecting me. But my heat-addled brain doesn't care about logic or reality, just the fantasy that's building in vivid detail.
Stefan pounding into me while I pound into Solana. All three of us tangled together, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. Stefan's hands on my hips, Solana's cries echoing in my ears, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and filling at the same time.
The fantasy takes over completely, my hand moving faster as I chase the image in my mind. This time when I come, the orgasm is even more intense than the first. I cry out despite my best efforts to stay quiet, the sound echoing off the tile walls.
My legs give out and I sink to the shower floor, water streaming over me while I try to catch my breath. My cock finally softens, the desperate edge of need finally satisfied. But my mind is still spinning, still processing what just happened.
What a fucked up world I've found myself in.
Running from my father, hiding out at my maybe-Alpha's stepbrother's ranch, getting aroused by the heat scent of an Omega who belongs to other Alphas.
Fantasizing about things that can never happen, that shouldn't happen, that violate every unspoken rule about pack dynamics and claiming.
I sit there in the shower until the water starts to run cold, letting it wash away the evidence of my fantasies.
But no amount of water can wash away the knowledge that something fundamental has shifted.
That I'm not the same person I was before coming here, before Stefan held me and purred for me and kissed me like I mattered.
Eventually I force myself to stand, turning off the water and reaching for a towel. My body aches in new ways now, muscles trembling from exertion and orgasm rather than injury. But at least the desperate heat-need has faded to something manageable.
I dry off carefully, avoiding the stitches in my side. My phone sits on the counter where I left it, the screen dark and innocent. I should call my father, let him know I'm alive. Should probably warn Stefan that Logan showing up means others might follow.
But right now, I can't bring myself to care about any of that. Right now, I just want to crawl back into that guest room bed and sleep for a week, preferably with Stefan's arms around me and his purr rumbling through my chest.
The thought makes me pause, towel clutched in my hands. When did that become something I wanted? When did Stefan become someone I couldn't imagine being without?
I don't have answers to those questions. Don't even know if I want to examine them too closely. So I finish drying off, pull on the clean clothes someone left for me, and unlock the bathroom door.
The house is quiet, no sounds of violence or confrontation filtering down the hall. Just the distant sounds of Solana's heat and the knowledge that somewhere out there, Stefan is handling security with a man tied up in the storage room.
What a fucked up world indeed.