Chapter 21
twenty-one
Hot, Bothered, I wanted him to hear but…
“I said—”
The sound of extended claws drags down the wood in a long, slow pull. It sends a shiver down my spine that pings in my clit.
“Don’t. Stop.”
I wet my lips as a truly deranged thought comes to my head. “Make me.”
“Caitlin,” he growls.
It’s delightfully dangerous. Scintillatingly sinful. I want to obey, even though I know I’m too sensitive.
I turn the faucet off and walk to the door. I can almost feel him on the other side, that same electricity in my chest responding to his presence. I lean against the wood and click on the vibrator.
“Now sing for me,” he says, igniting me once again.
I move the vibrator around my clit because direct contact is too intense, but even light pressure is enough to make me moan. He mirrors my sound from the other side and smutty thoughts float through my head like an effervescent daydream. Is he touching himself, too? Am I affecting him the same way?
God, I know I was. I could feel him hard against my side when he whispered in my ear.
“Mine.”
Oh, fuck.
I snap my knees together but it’s too late, I’m coming again, and louder.
Bastian groans, his breathing heavy against the crack in the door. “Again.”
“I can’t,” I whimper as my body trembles.
“Again,” he says, dominant and demanding, with an edge of desperation.
There’s a slick noise between his panting breaths and I know it’s his cock gliding through his palm. It’s so fucking hot my knees buckle. I slide to the floor and I hear him fall with me. He’s on his knees behind me. Cock in hand, begging for my wet moans. I could open the door and…
Ruin it.
I could ruin it.
No.
This is delicate and new and there’s a door between us. It’s safe with a door between us.
I push away the crazy thought and put my mind on the man masturbating to the sound of me masturbating. I slide the shaft of the vibrator through my pussy as I remember the outline of his dick. The plated underside of his head, like armor, and what it would feel like moving into me.
I ease myself back into the pleasure, drawing it out. I let it build slowly as I imagine every pump of his fist, the glistening of his precum. Had he spit in his hand, or licked it with that soft tongue?
My heavy breaths turn to sensual sighs that have him panting harder. Finally, I turn on the vibrator again. My back bows off the door and I groan deep in my throat.
“Fuck, Cait,” Bastian replies as his nails dig deeper into the wood.
His words send me higher without thought. My knees are bouncing. Sweat is rolling between my breasts. I swipe at the drop and—
Bastian appears before me, cock pointed at my chest, his eyes closed in bliss. We both gasp as we realize what’s happened, but the freefall into pleasure is inevitable. He moans, his final surprised pump a jerky, halting thing. His cum hits my chest and the mess of it sends me flying.
I cry out, and my legs try to clamp shut but Bastian’s hips are in the way. The pressure of his resistance somehow makes my orgasm even stronger. I arch forward and a second hot splash hits my neck.
Bastian leans into his hand braced over the door, staring down at me as he pumps himself again and again, unloading onto my naked chest. The possessive heat in his pinched brow as he gazes into my soul is screaming, mine, mine, mine, and I love it. I fucking love every second of it.
I fucking—
“Oh god!”
My muscles seize and I scream, losing control of my body and mind. Bastian’s presence consumes me and leaves nothing behind. There’s no loss, no fear, no trauma. No self-hate, or shame. I’m the quintessence of lovable.
I gasp for air and look down at the mess he’s made. The shame rolls back in when I see it. When I see all of me.
The moment shatters.
I sit up and pull my legs in on myself, wrapping an arm around my knees. Bastian leans back and uses the sink to help himself stand. It’s awkward and I look away, despite my eyes being drawn back to his cock again, and the swollen base that seems to pulse.
“I should, um, clean this off,” I say, grabbing the edge of the tub and half hiding myself behind the shower curtain.
“I’m…” Bastian closes his eyes and nods. “Yes. You should clean up.”
He opens the door and hurries through it, then closes it tight behind him.
I let out a shaky breath full of loathing.
“I found a spell we can use to better protect the hoard,” Bastian says, and I’m grateful for a distraction from…whatever that just was.
“Okay, sounds good. Be out soon.”
I wipe the absolutely insane amount of cum off my chest with toilet paper first, then drop into the bath. My muscles release all at once and I sink in deeper as the cloud of shame and lust clears from my mind.
What the hell was that about? It was like I’d been overcome with horniness. I’m not ovulating yet; it’d be way too soon. So what the heck?
Maybe it’s just him.
Maybe this is what it feels like when he truly thinks I’m lovely.
When he thinks I’m lovable.
What will it feel like when he doesn’t anymore?
Fear wraps around my heart like an icy fist and clamps down tightly.
I swallow the thoughts and bury them deeply. We just had fun tonight. A little bit of heavy breathing, some neck licking. That’s just fun. It’s what people do all the time to get their rocks off. And he came on me, and called me his, but so what?
We’re just friends.
Just.
Friends.