Page 90 of Volatile Waters

Another first. My head dropped to his shoulder as my mouth opened, and I gently bit him, fighting for air in my heated lungs.

Wolf groaned and lifted his knees, giving me full access. This was it. I was finally going to feel this man, inside and out. Ever so slowly, I worked the tip of my shaft inside him, giving him time to adjust. Soon, he was pulling at my thighs, so I surged deeper, absolutely seeing stars that only blended into blindness. Yes, having sex with Wolf made me go blind, yet I could see perfectly all at the same time. I wasn’t fucking him like the slave he was; I was joining—blending—with him like the lover he had become.

There was no need for dominance or control.

We just… were.

I didn’t feel the need to protect or own, overpower or control.

We just… were.

The ease, the naturalness of it, was beyond what I could ever have imagined.

Crash had told me, ‘you float to the one who will never let you fall…’ He was right.

The more I realized what I had taken from Crash, the more my rage grew. That magical night with Wolf would be the last for some time. Angry at myself for all the wrongs I could never right toward the young man I had murdered, my sanity slipped. Wolf and Fire were both to pay the price of my mistakes.

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Fire was the first to experience my unstable ways. “Dance for me.”

Naked, in her room, she was forced to earn a commodity she would soon desperately need: a toilet. So far, she had only a bucket. I was already annoyed that I had hurt Wolf by leaving him in the middle of the night. He asked me not to go, but I was an asshole and explained I didn’t ‘sleep’ with slaves.

Fire, having no choice, started to sway her hips…

So irate with Crash for punishing me from the grave, my guilt continued to push my revenge by robbing his brother of Whit. I had already taught her that she would only eat when I fed her. I continued to reinforce that I was her everything and that Link was nothing. I thought I was powerful enough to change fate, change the bond between Whitney Summers and Reether Jones, but Crash’s words were prophetic.

It was never going to fucking happen.

So, I took what I could—every part of her that I could touch or damage. I took advantage of her every need so I could have my own fulfilled.

Her hips swayed…

This dance was also what I had been lusting for‚ daydreaming about. Why was I so unbelievably infuriated with its effect on me? Because I had lost my mind. Not only was her dancing raw, exposing her soul as I had seen before, but it was astoundingly seductive. I had just had sex with Wolf, and having relished the act, I had practically become instantaneously addicted. How could I now crave Fire?

This siren was no fool. Her moves intended to rule my world, seducing me with her body without ever touching me. I knew I was in deep trouble when my dick hardened. I also knew that, deep down, lusting for her led me back to betraying Crash. There was no reasoning with my train of thought, yet it made perfect sense to me at the time.

I stood, desperate for space between Fire and myself.

She had won that round, got her toilet, but would always be the one to pay in the end.

First, I needed a release from the aroused state she put me in. There we many slaves to choose from at the time, but there was only one I wanted.

I stormed into Wolf’s room, barely taking the time to shut the door. He leaped from the floor. He had been doing more push-ups. His body was damp from the workout, only amping my desire for him. Long hair clung to the sweat I needed to taste.

As my soul reader, he slowly backed away from me. “What’s wrong?”

I followed, my mouth hanging open in a starved state. Pointing at his groin, I demanded, “I need that.” Once his back hit the corner, I picked up my speed then dropped to my knees.

His head flew back against the wall as he grumbled, “Ah shit,” and my mouth wrapped around him. Was I gentle? Not at all. Did Wolf mind? Not one bit. “I’m—I’m going to come.” I didn’t stop. I sucked harder and continued to do so as warm jets shot down my throat.

Wolf wasn’t given a chance to recover. I yanked him to the ground and placed him on his hands and knees, spitting on my palm. Not until I was inside him did I start to settle slightly. His heated grunts matched mine. Eventually, his legs gave out from under him. Not retracting from his ass, I followed him down to the ground, still pumping away.

After grabbing his hands, placing his palms to the ground, I intertwined our fingers. Using his straight arms against him, I surged harder. “Are you okay?”

In between pants, he muttered, “The best. This is the best.”

I sucked on his shoulder, the side of his face, his arm, anywhere I could reach to taste more of him, all the while taking him with barely any mercy.