Felix watched her with an intensity that made her skin burn even hotter.
Slowly, one by one, she finally got to drop the prison clothes. First the shirt, then the pants. She wanted to burn them in the fire, but that would happen later.
She didn’t look back, not even to see if he was watching—she knew he was.
Water hit her skin, hot enough to sting against the cold, and she gasped, tilting her head back to let it run through her hair, down her neck, between her breasts, washing the day away. Goddess, it felt so good. Steam filled the space, but not enough to obscure his view of her. Whether it was the temperature or his gaze making her feel dizzy, she couldn’t tell.
The shower was the exact thing she needed right now. Pulse quickening, her hands ran over her body; she took her time, let her fingers drag slow enough to leave trails of sensation behind them. Her core started to throb with the movement, and the bond responded in kind, flaring to life in her chest, heightening the desire coursing through her, but whether that was from her or Felix, it was impossible to tell. She loved it, though; feeding off each other’s emotions like bloodthirsty beasts, and she wasravenousfor him.
The steam became so thick that she could no longer see Felix from the shower. Whether or not he could see her show wouldn’t stop her. Her hand slid down her thigh, and the touch sent sparks skittering over her.
The other hand moved upwards, exploring her own curves, and made its way up to her pierced nipple. She gave it a gentle pinch, and it started to vibrate, a small moan escaping her lips. Felix’s hands came to mind, and the very thought of him sent a fever rushing through her. Her fingers dove beneath her slickfolds, finding the tight bud. If she closed her eyes, she could almost pretend it was him, his fingers instead of hers, his palm cupping her breast, his breath hot against her neck instead of steam. She arched into the fantasy, chasing it, her fingers moving faster as her breath came quicker, hotter.
A small whimper escaped her lips as she slipped a finger inside. Nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the stretch of him, but the thought of it dragged another gasp from her lungs.
Movement outside the door stopped her in her tracks. Was he coming in? No, he hated water; he wouldn’t do that. She gave it another breath before she continued. Knowing he was listening, that he could hear every small sound she made, brought her so close to the edge she had to slow down or risk finishing before she wanted to.
“What do you think you’re doing, little witch?” Felix said into her ear, the words low and husky. She jumped. How the fuck had he just appeared next to her? Her heart hammered—part shock, part arousal made worse by the way he was looking at her. His pupils had gone to slits, green and amber burning through the steam. He looked her up and down, and everything clenched in response.
“Having a shower.” The lie came out breathless, unconvincing even to her own ears.
Felix leaned in. “We both know that’s not true.” He cocked his head, tail swishing behind him. “Now tell me. What. Were. You. Doing.”
She looked down before she answered, and found the hard length of him straining against his grey track pants wet from the spray of the shower. Her breath caught in her throat; she couldn’t even speak.
“Answer me, pet,” he demanded.
“Touching myself.”
He smiled, tongue sliding over his fang. “Good girl.” His hand wrapped around hers, her fingers wet from being inside herself. Was he about to? He took her fingers into his mouth, his barbed tongue licking up all her juices in an unbelievably hot way. When he was finished, he kissed them. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“I thought you didn’t like water,” she said, her voice still struggling to get out. Goddess knew her brain wasn’t working.
Holding her gaze, he walked into the fall of the water. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Avery,” he said, not talking about the shower anymore. “If you’re going to get wet, I’d better have something to fucking do with it.”
Using his good hand, he wrapped it around her neck and pulled her into a vicious kiss, devouring her the same way she hungered for him. The bond flared within them, moving like a living thing inside of them as they moved in tandem.
Desperately, Avery kneeled and pulled down his track pants, springing his cock out.
“Fuck,” she said, her breath heavy. She would never get used to him; everything about him was carved as if he were stone. Every part of him made from a vision only an artist could conceive. His breathing came faster, rougher as he pulled her up with one hand and turned her around, flattening her against the shower wall.
“Your ass is fucking mesmerizing,” he said. He leaned in close to her ear. “I’m going to bury myself in you, and you’re going to take my knot like a good girl.”
Shivers went down her spine as he slapped a hand against her ass cheek, the sound echoing around the room. It only stung for a second, and then turned into a pleasurable burn spreading all the way through her core. “More,” she said.
“More what?”
“More,please.”
Another hand came and clapped against her ass cheek, harder this time, and the impact reverberated through her pelvis, making her gasp.
“When I slap you again, I want you to know what it means.”
“What does it mean?”
The next slap landed hard enough to make stars burst behind her eyelids, and she pressed her forehead against the glass to stay grounded.
“You’re mine.”
