Page 53 of Unmasking Her Shadow

“Goodbye, Nyxie baby,” I coo, threading my fingers through the thick fur around her neck and kissing the top of her head.

Work was normal. My evening at home was normal. Aaand I realized very quickly that I do not like normal.

Barf.

My normal is better.

Ki messaged me throughout the day, but that’s it. She won’t come to me until I go back to green. I’m not completely pussy whipped. I can stand my ground for more than a day. There’s a sense of comfort knowing she’s still watching, though. Getting an idea, I toss my covers off and grab my vibrator from my nightstand drawer. I tug off my shorts and panties and spread my legs wide, hoping the camera is facing this direction. If not, she will still get a show. My phone rings the moment I turn on the vibrator. I ignore it and dip my hand between my legs, slowly moving the tip of the vibrator around my clit until I find the perfect spot and hold it there. The last time I tried this, I failed, but knowing she’s watching helps. The pleasure builds but holds steady, not allowing me to crest the peak, so when the phone rings again, I answer it.

“Hello?” I answer breathlessly.

“Put the toy away and let me do it for you.”

“I’m so close,” I whimper.

“Baby, I’m right outside. Tell me I can come in,” she begs.

“You’re here?”

“Yes.”

The phone slips out of my hand when I come, and her name is spilled from my lips.

“That was fucking cruel, little wolf,” she growls when I put the phone back to my ear.

“Just showing you I can still bite even though you’ve tamed me.”

She chuckles. “There’s no taming you. I just set you free from the chains holding you back.”

Smiling, I slip my shorts back on and grab the blanket. “Good night, Ki.”

She sighs. “Good night, baby. I miss you.”

34

Kioni

“Just wait—” Ryker grinds out. “until it’s my fucking turn.” He ducks under my fist, then pops up blocking my kick just in time. We are both panting and drenched in sweat. I needed something to keep my mind occupied, and what’s better than pushing myself to the brink of complete exhaustion? It’s been days since I’ve touched her and I’m going mad. She tortures me at night, allowing me to watch but not touch. It’s better than silence, but I need her more than I’ve needed anything in my life. Even if I could just hold her while I fall asleep at night, would be a reprieve from the constant ache in my soul.

It’s going to take time to heal from watching her cry…because of me. I hurt her and in turn ripped my own heart open. I’m supposed to make her smile, laugh, and happy, not fucking cry. Ryker is too slow to block my outburst and crashes to the ground. “Shit!” I unstrap my gloves and toss them onto the ground. “I’m sorry,” I apologize and kneel next to him, turning his face towards me.

“You’re such a dick,” he groans, blinking his eyes open slowly.

“You’re just jealous because mine are prettier than yours.” I help him up and call it a night. “Let’s go home.”

“Which one?” he teases.

“I need to stay away, or I’m going to break my promise of not touching her before she tells me to.”

“You need to grovel.”

“How can I grovel if I can’t go near her right now?”

“Figure it out.”

“I have to give her space. What’s the point of safe words if you don’t abide by them?”

“Being in the same public space as her gives her the option of coming to you or walking away. You won’t be breaking any rules. You already do it. Just make yourself seen this time.”