Iwake slowly from a deep dream. Whatever the dream is, it leaves me empty and wanting. My legs clench each other. So painfully empty.
Cold reality cuts through some of my scalding desire when I try to move. Alarm snakes through me at the clanking sound along the heavy, cold weight around my neck. My fingers touch the iron collar and the alarm explodes into full-blown panic.
Still, I’m possessed by the energy of my episode. It's always sucked, but I’m practically out of my mind with lust. Molten lava flows through my veins. The ache between my legs throbs so intensely, I fear my body is going to cave in on itself. The need to be filled is so overwhelming, I’m dizzy. Energy zings through me, unfocused yet demanding to be channeled, taken out on something or someone. If I don’t fuck or fight someone right now, my sanity is going to explode out the top of my head.
I focus on breathing, even as my fear and libido are barrel rolling in a frenzy. Trying to access my senses, I find myself in a barren room with only a skylight and a couple dimmed canned lights. The collar is attached to the ground, and I can only get up to my hands and knees before it pulls me back down.
How the fuck did I get kidnapped? I don’t remember.
Oh fae lords, did Hansel and Gretel find a way to nab me? Is Brexley okay?
Then my eyes lift, and I see Brexley standing next to a small table. In the time I’ve been out, he’s clearly showered and changed into a fresh pair of jeans, but he didn’t bother putting on a shirt. He looks far too calm, and there is a coldness about him that wasn’t there before.
“What the faefucks is this?” I ask angrily.It masks the fear quaking through me. I gave my consent, but not for this. Is he more than a killer? Is he a psycho rapist?
Rage ripples through me, but against my will, my desire to jump him and fuck him only intensifies.
The chains jangle as I struggle against them. I growl.
“You were becoming . . . unmanageable,” he says in a flat tone.
“Fuck you. Unchain me, and I’ll show you how unmanageable I can be.”
He stops in front of me, and I try to get up, but the chains jerk me back to my hands and knees at his feet. I’m livid and aroused like I’ve never been before in my life. Another growl escapes me.
“How long have I been out?”
“Not long,” he assures me. Damp hair falls over his forehead, and he smells delectable.
I’m naked and clean. How did I get naked?
A vague memory of me stripping down and rubbing on Brexley’s fully clothed body comes back to me.
“I have my finals today, I don’t have time for this.” That’s right, let me out so I can go to school. But not before I mercilessly ride your dick.
“No one told you,” he says quietly, almost to himself.
Something softens in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or shame, but either way it made something inside my chest twist in anticipation. Whatever he is going to tell me, I know I’m not going to like it.
“Told me what?”
Lick, suck, bite, fuck. Grab him and drag him here and use him.
It’s so faefucking hard to focus. Desire ripples through me in intense, hateful waves.
“I wasn’t sure what you were before. You smell like nothing and no one I’ve encountered before.”
“I’m pissed off. That’s what I am. Let me the fuck out.”
His eyes drop to my chest, and I follow his gaze to my breasts. He can’t know how they are begging to be touched, pinched, fuck, anything, just as long as they are touched.
“I can’t do that, pet.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I can never tie myself down to another person.” He snarls that last bit through his teeth as he pushes himself away from the small table. “Commitment means death.”
“This is how you fuck someone casually?” I ask, incredulous.
