Chapter 42 - Bridget
I had been right. This heat was different.
It was simultaneously the most unpleasant and the most pleasurable experience of my life.
The next time I woke, the cramping had returned stronger than ever. And I felt like I might turn to ash at any moment.
“We need to get her in the bath. Now,” a voice said. Nathan. I moaned and moved blindly towards the sound. My eyes couldn’t seem to open.
His arms around me, his citrusy scent. His skin was so deliciously cool. When he stood, with me cradled in his arms, I felt weightless. I nuzzled into his throat and burrowed into where his scent was strongest.
The shock of cool water. I opened my eyes.
Nathan was there. He looked concerned, but he managed a quick smile. “There you are,” he said.
My brain felt fuzzy and slow. “I’m hot,” I managed to say. My tongue was thick in my mouth.
“This will help,” he said, stirring the water in the bath with his hand. “Drink some water, too.”
I took a few sips from the bottle he offered me before a stronger cramp hit. I gritted my teeth, and Nathan brushed his hand along my jaw. “This is not fun,” I said.
Nathan studied me for a moment. “Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
He was already shirtless and quickly shucked off his underwear. The sight of his hard cock, even longer than Andrew’s, made my mouth dry again. I let him step into the tub behind me, then settled against his chest with a sigh. His cock tucked against my bottom, hard and insistent.
He used his hands to drip cool water onto my hair. The drops trickling down my scalp made me shiver.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked softly in my ear. “It will help with the pain.”
I nodded. Words were beyond me. My eyes had drifted shut again.
Under the water, Nathan’s hand ghosted from my knee to my thigh, then to where I was aching and sore. An echo of the feeling of Andrew’s knot inside me sent a bolt of pleasure to my clit, just as Nathan’s fingers brushed against it with whisper softness.
“Harder,” I said. I didn’t want anything soft from him. He inhaled sharply. I felt his cock flex against me.
“Of course, princess,” he said, and stroked me properly, circling my clit with firm pressure. It was so good that I forgot to be annoyed at the nickname.
Relief flooded my limbs, and the cramping faded. I bucked against his hand. “Yes,” I said.
“Is this what you need?” he asked in a low voice.
I responded with an embarrassingly loud moan.
“I think you need something else,” he said, and teased a finger against my slit. I gasped for breath.
He was right. I needed him to knot me immediately.
“Do you want me to fuck you, princess?”
My breath was coming faster. “Oh god. Yes.”
“Come for me first,” he growled. He pulled me tighter against his chest and used one hand to pinch my nipple while he rubbed my clit faster, flicking across it in sharp strokes until I came apart at the seams.
My cries rang through the small bathroom, echoing across the tiles. Nathan growled again and pinched my nipple harder.
“Please,” I gasped as soon as I caught my breath. I felt empty. “I need you.”
