Page 53 of Black Mamba

She is curious.

Pushing my middle slightly outward so she has as clear a view of me as possible, I run my hand back over my knot and handle it for her. I lean my upper half against the glass, groaning.

“It issss for you,” I rumble, aware I am not loud enough that she may hear me. “It has always been for you. I would never hurt you.” I continue to feel and handle myself, taking in the curve of her neck and the way her brown hair falls over her slender shoulders. What I would do to taste her…

Her chest expands as she inhales deeply, her tongue sneaking out from her mouth to lick her lips. She moves her gaze between me and my prick, her expression morphing from curious to… something else. The blush on her cheeks heightens.

The next time I run my hand down my length, she reaches out and touches the glass on the other side.

She jerks her hand back and slowly shakes her head and closes her eyes, temporarily covering her mouth with her hand.

Then she does something I do not expect…

She unbuttons the front of her shorts and pushes her fingers to the front crux of her legs. Her stomach sucks in and the blush on her cheeks spreads outward, covering the rest of her.

Sliding my hand over my stem faster, staring at the pale skin of her belly, pleasure floods me from within, tightening my appendage further.

Growling, I quicken my pace, eyeing her hand’s movements between her legs, not quite understanding the action but enjoying it, finding it mutual. When her head tilts back, it is then that I realize she is pleasuring herself.

I let go of myself and slam my hands against the glass when a fierce desire possesses me. “Let me in!”

She jumps and her hand slides out of her shorts. Her gaze slips over my arms and chest then to my middle. Her short pants are partially down her thighs and the scrap of black cloth she is wearing underneath reminds me of the one I found when I retrieved her belongings from her room weeks ago.

The smell upon it was from her source… I shudder thinking about it now. What I would do to smell her…

Instead of frightening her, she lowers to her knees, and her shorts bunch. She shyly looks up at me and leans back, pressing her fingertips to her crux once again. There is a spot there that is bringing her pleasure.

“Let me see,” I beg. Scratching at the wet glass with my claws while sliding down it partway so I may view her more clearly. I drop my right hand to clasp myself. “Let me in.” I continue to claw at the glass with my other hand.

Her lips part and she shakes her head no.

I slam my fist against the glass with a growl. She jerks again but goes back to touching herself when she sees me continuing to pleasure my knot. She opens her thighs wider but the black scrap under her shorts covers her delicate human areas. A single black cloth hides her source from me.

Gripping myself hard, seed trickles out of me in steady waves. It mixes with the rainwater and quickly washes away.

Her eyes hood and her fingers roll faster.

Rutting my clenched fist near to the point of pain, I barely stop from ramming my body against the barrier between us.

“Let me in!” I roar.

She drops her head back and shoves her hips into her hands. At the same time I knead my base under my knot and a surge of seed ejaculates from me. More seed erupts, spraying the dome, sluicing across it to mix with the rivulets coursing down. I shiver as her body shimmies and moves.

Wiping my seed off on my tail, I lean my head against the glass as her chest rises and falls rapidly on the other side, taking in her unkempt, partially undressed form.

She looks down at her hand between her thighs then up at me with fear, her lips parting and her eyes widening—this time for a different reason. She grabs her shorts, which have fallen to her feet, and slides her legs back through them, standing.

“That wasn’t—” I barely hear her. She takes a step back.

I straighten. “Do not go,” I command.

But she does not listen, instead, turning and fleeing into her room. I watch her leave with a frustrated growl, slamming my fist against the glass again.

After what just happened, will she ever let me near her again? She may fear me again.

What do I need to do to convince her to be my mate? I hiss and turn away, certain I will not see Elena for the rest of the day and annoyed I will have to wait some more.

How do I get her to trust me to touch her? To let me take care of her?