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His thumb stroked the dip under my bottom lip. "I don't think you're genuinely sorry, Haley."
Fuck. I could not handle that tone of voice without turning a quivering ball of need. I wasn’t even overheated this morning. It seemed to make zero difference where my body was concerned.
"The rest of your food is getting cold," I pointed out, a hot throb starting between my legs.
"You think I care about food when you've got that needy look in your eye?"
I scowled. "You put that needy look in my eye. Now I know what you can do with your shadows, I can't look at them innocently anymore."
"These shadows?" he asked, something wicked barely hidden behind the neutral expression on his face.
I jumped when pressure grazed my hip bone and slid under the loose grey sweatpants I wore with a white T-shirt.3 When the shadow tendril wound around my upper thigh, so close to where heat pounded through my clit, I raised an eyebrow at my innocent mate and leaned closer, my arms on either side of him, palms braced on the kitchen island.
"Verena could walk in at any moment," I pointed out, my heart skipping at the dark sheen of lust in Wane’s silver eyes.
"Then we'll be quick. And quiet, won't we, itzaia?"
He made that difficult when his shadow explored higher, gliding through my wetness and making me very glad I hadn't put on underwear yet. I bit my bottom lip, toes curling inside my fluffy socks when he found the angle on my clit that made everything tighten inside me. I strangled a groan in my throat, but it escaped when Wane surged forward and kissed me. He was rough and possessive, every brush of his lips claiming me as his, every stroke of his tongue reminding me who I belonged to.
He dragged himself away from my mouth to gasp down air, hot breaths meeting my throat before he sucked my skin into his mouth. No doubt leaving a mark. My pussy throbbed, so wet that when his shadows seemed to multiply, one obsessing over that angle on my clit while another brushed my entrance, it was sucked inside by the greedy throbbing of my inner muscles.
I moaned—and shuddered when Wane's hand covered my mouth. My knees went weak.
"Quiet, itzaia," he warned, something brighter in his eyes, a sharp, masculine satisfaction that made it harder to keep quiet. "That's it, Haley, don't make a single noise while my shadows fill your hot, throbbing pussy."
Oh gods, not dirty talk. Please, no. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, a tremor going through me. His shadow moved sinuously inside me, stroking, massaging, relentless as it fucked me.
Wane set his mouth to my ear, and my eyes damn near rolled back when he said, "My shadow's soaked. Did you need me this badly? Did you need to be stretched around a fat shadow cock? I can't give you my flesh and blood cock when someone could walk in on us, but you love my shadows don't you, my beautiful mate? You're gripping them so tightly; I can feel every clench and shudder in your pussy."
I panted fast, letting go of the counter to grip Wane's waist, digging in my fingers, my whole body tight and shaky. With every word, the shadow cock thickened and grew inside me, moving expertly so it stroked every ruinous spot inside me, knowing exactly how to make my knees buckle. Wane's arm banded across my back, holding me up, not letting me escape his torturous, obsessive ministrations for a second.
When the shadow on my clit stopped moving, I was able to catch my breath—until his hand slid between us and inside my sweatpants, an obscenely wet sound meeting my ears when his fingers glided through my pussy to my clit.
"Fuck," Wane grunted, hauling me closer, trapping his hand and shadow between us. "So wet for me, itzaia. Are you as dripping wet inside?"
My head was starting to spin. I didn't realise what he planned until his fingers slid through my arousal and pressed inside me, curling in a way that made my mouth fall open. The stretch, the wicked, stroking movements of his shadow deep inside me, and now his fingers relentless in search of my g-spot—
I choked on a moan, my hips stuttering as they tried to escape, tried to press him deeper. Fuck, he was—incredible.
When his mouth fastened to my throat, shadows swirling inside me and his thumb finding my clit, a very unattractive gurgling sound left my throat and my hips snapped forward as I came. His shadow moved even faster, and I gripped him so tightly I ripped his shirt, my eyes screwed shut as his fingers sped, the pressure too much, the pleasure too much.
I couldn't take it, my hips jerking wildly, pussy so slick that every thrust of his fingers was so loud, and wetness drenched Wynvail's sweats. For the second time in twelve hours. This time there was more. A lot more.
"Oh fuck," Wane breathed, and then, his voice an octave lower, "Fuck."
That deep, raspy voice made me shake harder, pleasure blurring the whole world around me. My cry was barely muffled by his hand. By the time his shadow withdrew, and his fingers stilled, I couldn't remember my own name.
"Did you just make her squirt?" Kai demanded in a hissed whisper. When did Kai get here? I peeled my eyelids apart, but they stayed low over my eyes as I glanced over my shoulder and found him and Wynvail in the doorway.
"I'm gonna need those pants back," Wynvail said, his eyes dark on where—ugh. Where wetness had splashed across the crotch and leg. Wait, did Kai say squirt…? Was that why my climax was so intense I was still shaking? Why I felt like my skeleton was going to vibrate out of my skin?
"When I've washed them," I mumbled, my head kinda spacey.
"No," Wynvail growled, his eyes fixed to the place Wane's hand slid out of my pants, on the barest glimpse of pink skin before he settled the waistband in place. "I want them as they are."
"Mh," I agreed, not really caring.
I leaned into Wane when he wrapped his arms around me, a kiss feathering across my temple. I felt strangely disconnected from my body, but not like when I was dead; more like I'd reached a new stage of enlightenment where I didn't need a body. Fuck, I felt good.
