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“You smell very nice, and um…” I trail off, not sure how to ask for what I want.
“I smell nice?” he asks.
“Like darkness, and graphite, and just masculinity,” I mumble, sure that my cheeks are bright red. I duck my head, my hair falling to cover my face, and he laughs. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“I can’t help it,” he replies, and I sigh, moving away from him. He ruined the moment.
I was hoping I could have a kiss or two, but it seems like he’s not in the mood.
But before I can leave the room, he grabs me by my waist and presses me into the wall. His hand rises up to protect my head before his body covers mine.
His lips connect to mine, a dangerous aura surrounding him, one that’s full of dirty, sinful promises, and he gives in.
With our height difference, I can’t get the friction I need down below, but my mouth is getting a workout. My hands trail up his back, my wolf yowling as we all but merge into one.
And only when my knees are weak, and my clit is pulsing in time with my heart, does Cevon pull back.
He places me down on the floor gently and glares at his feet.
“Fuck you, you traitorous shit,” he snaps, and my eyes widen before he turns and marches out of the room.
What the actual fuck just happened?
40
NORA
The familiar fluttering inside me, the definite dampness in my underwear, the flush that I guarantee is across my cheeks.
I close my eyes, and I know.
But, this time, I don’t have to just ignore it.
I don’t have to skip past the scene and just go to sleep horny.
This time, Voss got me a present, which will help. My eyes dart across the room to my vanity where the box is laid, and temptation creeps in.
After whatever went down with Cevon, I joined the others in the living room. Orson had a self-care package for me including candles, face masks, and some bath bombs of my own, which was very sweet of him.
The others continued to take the mick out of Devoss, well, Mal did. Fin was intrigued by the vibrator, and Micah has ordered some of his own things, apparently.
But as they kept joking, the curiosity burned within me.
I’m excited, intrigued, really.
I want it. I really, really want it
I climb over the bed and slowly walk over to where it is. I pick up the box and just have a look. It looks simple. It’s pink. It’s about three, maybe four inches long.
It’s got a weird bulb head sort of thing, a long, thin body with a little bit of silver on the end. There is a tiny little hole where the charger goes.
There’s three buttons on it, and, based on the images, one is definitely for intensity and the other to turn it on and off. The final one seems like it could be for the speed.
Maybe, maybe not. I should probably read the instructions so I know what I’m getting into.
Or, counter offer, I just suck it up and try it. It can’t be that hard.
I grab the toy out of the box, check it’s charged, and it seems to work for now. I head over to my door, making sure it’s closed firmly, and clap my hands to turn my bedroom lights off. I then do the more complicated clap to turn my fairy lights on, hoping the more intimate lights will help set the mood.
