Chapter 32
thirty-two
Bathroom Break
“So beautiful! ”
-Alittlebookishmom
“I wish you weren’t so far away…I’m still thirsting for that re-cover copy of BotCG!”
-BintheBooks
I scroll the comment section and smile. I know I’m not supposed to be on social media before I get out of bed, but it feels appropriate today. Today is when everyone judges me for the last several months of work.
Bastian manifests in the doorway, leaning against it like some kind of book boyfriend so his bicep tightens his shirt.
“Lazing about on the most important day for my hoard?”
I huff through my nose. “My shop.”
He lunges onto the bed and pulls my back against him. I scream in delight and hold onto his arm as it bands around my middle.
“When are you going to learn they’re one in the same?” he says, nuzzling my neck and tickling me.
I giggle, a feeling of wholeness overflowing. “Stop! I haven’t gone pee yet!”
“That’s your fault,” he says, his fingers digging into my hip.
“No!” I shriek, holding onto his arms to keep him from tickling me again.
We still, our hearts beating fast as we pant together.
“You’re silly, Kitty, if you ever think what’s mine isn’t yours.”
My body freezes at the words.
I know he gave me his most important book, and then he kissed me. I know I shouldn’t be so shocked at his admission, but this is something deeper. So. Deep. Like, together forever kind of speak.
“Cait, are you alright?” Bastian asks as his hold slackens on me.
I nod as I swallow down the unexpected emotion. “Fine. Totally good.”
He grabs my chin and turns my face toward his. Though his eyes are still cloudy, he seems to be able to see me well enough for the crease in his forehead to deepen.
“You can tell me,” he says softly.
I roll in his hold until we’re face to face, and cup his cheek. “It’s just that I’ve been in a long-term relationship before and it didn’t go as planned. I’m scared…for when things don’t go as planned.”
“I know,” he says as his expression melts into a gentle smile. “I know you.”
I try to tuck my chin but he grabs my face, pulling it close to his. He places his lips on mine in a tentative kiss, so brief it takes me by surprise.
“I will not leave you like he did.”
The chasm in my heart looms wide before me.
“You can’t promise that,” I say, tears threatening to break me.
He kisses me again, this time harder and more desperate. His grip tightens on the back of my neck and he deepens the kiss, opening my mouth and stealing inside. I hug close to him, diving into the intimacy he so freely gives.
He pulls back, panting and full of fury. “You will not question me, pink flesh. I am hundreds of centuries old with the knowledge of millions.”
Bastian tugs on my hair, forcing my face up to truly see his. We stare at one another for so long I lose myself in his hazy eyes.
“I. Will not. Leave you.”
I suppress a cry and become aware of the fact that my bladder is very full. I mash my lips together and try to stifle the sensation. He’s looking at me so intensely and I feel like I need to say something as intense but holy heck I really need to pee.
Suddenly, he smiles. “I will leave you for your foray into the water closet.”
I laugh as I roll off the side of the bed and run for the bathroom. I strip down after handling my business and hop in the shower. Bastian doesn’t maintain his distance for that, manifesting in the tub with me as soon as I step under the showerhead.
He grabs the bar of soap and lathers it between his hands, letting the suds run down his arms and drip off his elbows.
“Turn around,” he commands and I do, turning myself into the spray of the showerhead.
His hands slide over my shoulders and down my arms. He grabs my hands, letting his fingers glide through mine before pulling back.
He explores me, soaping up between touches as the water washes it away.
I’m breathing hard and leaning back into him by the time his hands slide down my ass to my thighs.
He circles inward with both hands, one of them skating up my stomach to my breasts as the other stays locked between my legs.
The soap makes his fingers glide through my center effortlessly, and I moan just as easily.
He kisses my neck and holds me up with his other arm as he slides through my pussy again.
“What do you want?” he asks as he presses down harder.
I moan. “This. Please.”
“You want me to make you come,” he murmurs as two of his fingers start making loose circles around my clit.
I lean my head back on his chest and move my hand between us, finding his erection. I grip him hard and give him a slow pump.
“I want to make you come, too,” I whisper.
He groans into my neck. “I want you…I want you to.”
I twist my wrist, sliding up and down his shaft in time with his ministrations. His tail wraps around my leg, lifting it to rest on the edge of the bath as I open myself to him further. I lean back hard, letting him hold most of my weight.
Bastian groans as I palm his head, circling once before tightening my hold on him.
He grabs my chin and then his lips are on mine, feasting.
His hand closes around my throat as he kisses me deeper.
I moan into his mouth, letting his tongue plunder me.
I relax my body into his, trusting him with all of me.
“Oh, fuck, Caitlin,” he says, his voice rough with ecstasy.
The sound of his pleasure overwhelms me, bringing intense pressure to swell in my lower belly. I’m suddenly at the edge by the sound of him alone.
I whimper incoherently, only one word really making it past my delirious lips. “Inside.”
He kisses my jaw and squeezes my throat. “What was that?”
“Inside…me,” I say. “Please, put your fingers in me.”
He growls like a hungry wolf scenting a meal. He pushes two fingers inside my pussy without warning or preparation, and the immediate stretch makes me gasp. I squeeze his dick hard, mirroring the sensation for him.
He lets out a long, grumbling sigh as he whispers, “You’re perfect.”
The pleasure bursts forth, overwhelming my senses. I cry against his lips and he breathes in the sound, mumbling more praise. I grab his wrist, holding on desperately as he breaks me in the bath.
When the orgasm finally ends, I’m not sated. I need more. Much more.
I twist in his grasp, and he holds me up as I turn to face him. I find his lips in a drunk-like state, kissing him deeply as I lift my leg and guide him to my opening.
“Wait,” he whispers.
The shock of his rejection hits me like ice. I search his face for answers. He looks…scared.
“I need to do this the right way,” he says.
My brow furrows and I glance down between us at his cock.
“It looks like this is the right way.”
“No, Kitty.” He huffs a small laugh. “I cannot mate you standing up in the shower on opening day. There isn’t enough time, and I haven’t…prepared.”
I scowl at the word choice but try not to let disappointment fill the space where bliss once was. “Okay.”
He wraps his arm behind my back and pulls us together, squishing his erection against my stomach as he kisses me. When he draws back again, I can see the genuine compassion in his relaxed expression. “I want this. I want you. But I’m not ready.”
The last of my negativity bleeds away and I nod. I push onto my toes and peck him softly. He holds the back of my neck, not letting me escape. He kisses me with so much tenderness, his lips full of restrained yearning. I want it all, but I’m not going to force him.
I plop back to my heels and grin up at him. “Well then, if not in my pussy, where would you like to come this time?”
He grumbles pleasantly as he cups my breasts. “These are always begging for my attention.”
I chuckle. “What would it feel like for your dick to slide over your magic brand?”
His eyebrows shoot up momentarily, but he recovers from the shock, transforming it into a cocky smile. “Such degenerate thoughts, Kitty.”
“You love it,” I say as I sit on the edge of the tub—just the right height—and apply a quick swipe of soap to my cleavage.
“I do,” he says, his eyes swirl with dark magic as I work the suds across my chest.
He steps between my legs and I grab his hips, guiding his cock to fit below the swell of my breasts.
Hot water slides down his scarred abs in rivulets and splatters onto my chest. He bends his knees to get the right angle, holding the back of my head as he does.
I gaze up at him, and he thrusts forward, sliding his cock through my slick cleavage.
“This is a lovely sight,” he says, standing over me like a ruined god.
I cling onto his hips and push my arms against my chest to get a tight hold on him.
He groans and grips my hair harder. “Are you trying to end this prematurely?”
“I’m competing with my previous record,” I say with a sultry smile.
He drags his cock through my cleavage and thrusts in again. “You’re keeping time?”
I nod, then drop my chin and flick my tongue over his head poking between my breasts. Salted caramel precum mixes with the soapy water in my mouth.
A breath hisses through his teeth. “I’m embarrassed to report that you’ll be breaking your previous record.”
This only makes me bolder. I position my mouth to receive him with every thrust and it takes a few more to make his thighs flex.
I swirl my tongue over his tip and rock with him.
Bastian pulls back, fisting himself at first, but I take control.
I pump my hands down his shaft in opposing circles once, twice, and then he groans.
Hot, salty caramel splashes my chest, then my neck. I curl my back and let his third spray hit my lips and chin. Bastian moans louder, his eyes fully blacked out and glittering with golden sparkles. Another spurt of cum hits my cheek, then my open mouth, filling it with delicious flavor.
“Maker,” Bastian curses. “Caitlin, I’m—”
He puts his hand on my shoulder as he trembles, his eyes pinched shut. His knees quake and a fifth slap of cum hits my chin, then my neck.
Oh. My god.
Did I just give a man multiple orgasms?
Dragon, rather…
He pants, face upturned and body trembling as the last of his cum oozes from his slit.
“I don’t think you’ll be beating that record,” he murmurs, as he grabs the washcloth from the shower caddy.
“Watch me,” I say, licking some of his candy-like jizz from my lip.
He sighs, mumbling something I don’t comprehend as he lathers up the cloth, then grabs my chin. He leans this way and that, letting the water from the showerhead splash down on me as he cleans my face and neck. He helps me stand and washes my chest, stomach, and thighs.
The water is near frigid when I’m finally cum-free. He wraps me in a big, fluffy towel I don’t remember owning, and dries my hair with my normal body towel.
“What’s this?” I ask, pinching the plush cloth between my fingers.
“I didn’t have a drying cloth, so I made one,” he says.
I remember how he’d magically wicked the water from his body last time we bathed together.
“I had more towels,” I say, pointing to the shelf over the toilet. “You could’ve taken one.”
He’s quiet for a moment as he towels my hair and then he huffs dramatically. “I made it for you.”
I smile into the soft material. “You didn’t have to.”
“Yes, I did,” he says, toweling my hair with more agitated movements.
“Why?” I goad.
“Because.”
I’m grinning now, hiding it behind the soft fluff.
“Because why?”
“Because yours are old and thin and they attract the feline’s fur.”
“They work fine,” I complain.
“You deserve better,” he retorts, halting his work in frustration.
The fluttering in my stomach explodes into full body lightning. He glares at my reflection in the mirror for a moment and I show him my grin. I’m not sure how well he can see it, but I know he can sense my joy.
He returns to drying my hair as he mutters, “You’re maddening.”
“You’re wonderful.”
“No.” He drops the towel and turns me to face him, cupping my cheeks. “You’re wonderful.”
My heart hammers against my ribs and I think they might just part to let him in. “And so are you.”
He hugs me close, crushing my face against his chest. I can hear his heart beating like the deep drums of Khazad-d?m, except it’s not Orcs it’s detected, but a threat of a different kind.
He’s falling in love with me, too.