“Thank fuck.” Her voice cracks with need. For me! “Because I can't bear the thought of not feeling you.Reallyfeeling you. I’ve wanted to be inside you since I saw you in the tree lot.”
“You’re serious?”
“Does that bother you, angel?”
No matter how many times she asks, my answer is the same. “No. I love it.”
Wren’s eyes blaze with possession. “Good. Now, if I may have the honors…” She presses her fingers inside, and we both groan at the sensation. “Tell me to stop if you need to.”
“Don’t you dare.”
She slides her fingers in with one smooth thrust, and we both have to muffle our groans.My God!That’s what I want to scream as my eyes roll back and my body attempts to sag against the counter, legs hanging loosely up in the air, but Wren’s arm keeps me in place.
“Fuck,” she breathes against my neck. “You feel incredible. So damn wet for me.”
Someone knocks on the door again. I am so ignoring them.
Wren’s eyes meet mine as they suddenly widen. She pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts back in, hard, making me bite my lip again to keep from crying out.
“I’m fine!” I attempt to bellow with my most normal voice. Is it working?
“You've been in there a while!” This time, it’s Heather. Hot damn! Of all the people! I’d rather take Nick right now! Not… my lover’smother!“Are you sure you’re okay? Your mother is starting to worry. She wants to know if you need a tampon or something.”That’s it. I’m going to die. “Just a minute! Nothing needed here!” My voice breaks on the last word as Wren resumes fucking me, as if she doesn’t hear her mother’s voice at all! I bet she doesn’t! She’s totally locked in on me!
“Wren is in there with her!” Nick bellows.
“Oh, good,” Heather says. “So, everything’s fine. Wren’s a good kid! She’ll help Edie with whatever she needs.”
The pleasure is hitting me like Wren hits me deep inside. Her lips maul my throat as I scrape the top of my head against the mirror. I close my eyes, desperately wishing we were in bed so I can take off the rest of these clothes!
“You’re in there, right, Wren? I know you are!”
“Then why are you asking?” Wren rips her mouth off my throat to bark back. I’m too enthralled with passion to be embarrassed. Save it for later, Edie.
A fist hits the door. If Wren is startled at all, it only makes her hand jerk against my pussy, and there I go, half-orgasming while sibling rivalry rears its ugly head.
“You bitch!” my super-composed ex-boyfriend screeches.
“Go back to dinner, Nick,” Wren says, her voice steady even as she continues to finger me. “Your ex is busy with her Christmas present!”
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Do whatever you want, asshole,” Wren snaps. “Not stopping until she's satisfied… with her present.”
The crude promise makes me clench around her fingers. Wren increases her pace, each thrust deliberate and deep. Her bra has ridden up, revealing more of that dragon tattoo that winds around her torso and cups beneath her breasts. I can’t take my eyes off it. The scales ripple every time she moves her arm.
“Feel that?” she growls in my ear. “Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you take me?”
“Yes!”
“This is what you needed, Edie, that you couldn’t get anywhere else.” She nips at my throat. “No one has made you feel like this before. Merry holidays and happy Christmas.”
My nails dig into her shoulders as I gasp.
“Look at yourself,” Wren tells me, turning my face toward the mirror. “Look how beautiful you are when I fuck you.”
I barely recognize myself—hair messed, lipstick smearing, eyes wild with pleasure and the need for more. Beside me, Wren is the conquering warrior, her expression fierce as she claims me as hers with nothing but her right hand. The same hand that deftly changed her own destiny when her family tried to make her something she’s not.
“This is what the world never saw,” she whispers, her thrusts more intense as I whine in pleasure. “So fucking wild. So perfect. Their loss, my gain.”
