My mind drifted to the last time Ty and I had fucked in the shower. His tongue was magical, and the thought of it flicking over my nipples sent a wave of heat to my core. I slid my hands up my stomach and over my breasts, rolling my hard nipples between my fingers. I needed a release. Since my mating with Ty, my hypersexuality had calmed, but if I ignored my body, my needs, it was just as dangerous as a bounty to bring strange men flocking.
A moment focused on my pleasure and no one else’s…
cupped my breasts, and then slowly slid my hands down my stomach, my fingertips dancing across my skin. Ty’s approval of my body, his words of praise, would be helpful right now. I ran my hands lower, trailing down over my mound. Ah, yes, there was the heat. I slid one finger across my slit, the warmth almost shocking after being in such a deep sleep. The sensation was an immediate relief, a reminder that my body still had the ability to relax with or without Ty’s assistance. I slid my hands back up and cupped my breasts again, pulling at my nipples. I closed my eyes and imagined Ty grazing my nipples with his teeth, his tongue dancing around them, his fingers twisting them, and the pain of it sending an arrow of pleasure straight to my clit. I pinched them harder and rolled them between my fingers.The pleasure was growing, the pressure inside me demanding a release.
“Ty,” I moaned his name as I slid a hand between my legs, rubbing down the length of my slit. I was already wet, my arousal spiking at the sensation of my fingers on my naked skin.
“Mmm,” I groaned, my other hand sliding around my neck as I stroked my clit. The heat of the shower and the teasing of my hands slowly ramped me up, the desire building in my core. My breathing became louder, my chest rising and falling in time with the motions of my hand. I slid my fingers down to my slit, sliding two fingers deep inside me, mimicking the motions of Ty’s cock. I pulled them out, swirling them around my clit before plunging back into my pussy.
Pleasure shot through me, each movement amplifying my desire. I massaged my clit with my thumb, rubbing circles around the swollen nub. My other hand slid down to my entrance, pushing two fingers deep inside me, stretching my pussy as much as possible. My moans echoed off the shower walls. I slowly pulled them out, my body begging for a deeper penetration.
I pushed my fingers in again, this time curling them up and stroking my G-spot. The sensation was overwhelming, and my body jerked in reaction to the touch of my fingers. I ran them up and down, rubbing across my clit and sliding deep inside me, then pulling my fingers out to massage my clit again.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, my hand a blur between my legs.
I increased the rhythm, my fingers plunging deep inside. Every thrust was accompanied by a moan. I pinched my nipples hard and then let go, the pain-pleasure combination sending a gush of wetness to my soaked center.
I fucked myself with my fingers, sliding in and out, my clit swollen and aching. The pleasure was mounting, my body tightening as I moved faster.
I was close, the orgasm building within me. I pinched my nipples again, this time twisting them as I slid my fingers in and out of my pussy. The pleasure intensified, the tension growing with each thrust.
My body tightened, my pussy clamping down on my fingers as I raced to my orgasm. My breathing was labored, my chest rising and falling as I stroked myself. I pressed my fingers against my clit, rubbing hard as my body spasmed. I let out a cry, my pussy tightening even more as I came. I dropped my head back and let out a scream, then collapsed against the shower wall, my hand still between my legs.
“Fuck,” I said, my breathing still harsh.
A smile danced across my lips as my body relaxed, one hand still holding my weight against the wall as the other hand slowly slid out of my core. The water washed over my body, cleaning my thighs of the juices that dripped down them.
After what felt like hours under the soothing spray, my muscles were relaxed, and my breathing eased. I emerged from the shower, wrapped myself in a warm towel, and slowly got dressed. With each layer, I felt a little more put together, but the heaviness in my chest still lingered. I needed food, and maybe someone other than my reflection to talk to.
As I descended the stairs, I was shocked to find Persephone sitting on a bench in the foyer, scrolling through her phone. She wore a light pink jumper with gold accents, and black jeans that made her look like a million bucks. The sight of her momentarily took my breath away, her elegance and grace a stark contrast to my disheveled appearance.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” I said, trying to sound casual, but even to my own ears, the words were accusatory.
Persephone looked up, her eyes widening as she took in my weary expression. “You look tired,” she observed.
I nodded in agreement, unsure what else I could say. We’d never been close, but part of me longed for her understanding.
“Would you like to have brunch with me?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence that had settled between us.
I hesitated, not feeling entirely up for company but knowing I couldn’t refuse her offer. “Sure.” I managed a weak smile.
“Wonderful.” Persephone’s face lit up. “I was hoping you’d say that. I already asked the chef to prepare a meal for us.”
She led me out onto the patio. It was a gray morning, but it wasn’t cold. A table with a large bouquet of flowers in its center awaited us. My eyes were drawn to the vibrant colors. They weren’t there yesterday.
“Those are for you,” Persephone caught my gaze lingering on the blooms. “Dominic told me about the incident with the guard the other day. I thought they might cheer you up.”
“Thank you.” I was touched by the gesture. It was more kindness than I’d expected from her, seeing as how I was making an utter fucking mess out of my responsibilities as Ty’s mate. I appreciated it more than I could express.
We sat in silence for a moment, the air between us thick with unspoken words. Persephone finally spoke up. “I know what’s been going on,” she said. “I know about your uncontrollable anger flares, and I’ve been trying to keep my distance to give you time to step into your new role, but it seems you need a bit of guidance.”
“Guidance?” I laughed bitterly, the sound hollow even to my own ears. “That’s an understatement. Being lady of the pack is one thing, but I’m dealing with a shitload of other stressors all at once.”
“Believe me, I can relate in ways others can’t,” Persephone assured me, her gaze empathetic.
“Really?” I asked, genuinely intrigued. Persephone had always seemed so composed, so untouchable. It was hard toimagine her ever being anything like the wreck I felt like right now.
“Absolutely,” she said, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “In fact, there were more stressful moments than I can count. But that’s part of the process. Learning to navigate the challenges and come out stronger on the other side.”
