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“Gods,” I groan out, long and rumbling. “I would be right behind you, my tip teasing your entrance, my hand around your neck. Is that what you like?”

“It is. It is.”

“Pressing my fingers into your soft skin. What would you do if you woke up?”

“Beg you not to stop. Tell you to keep going.”

“You’re so good. I’d give you my cock. Let you feel all of me. I’m so hard for you, Aurora. I’ve… I’ve been so hard. Needing you. Waiting for you.”

“Show me.”

It goes against my every instinct, but I do as she asks, turning the camera so she can watch me touch myself. Groans fall past my lips as I stroke, and her eyes never leave the camera, even when she’s shaking and whining—coming. She’s coming while watching me.

“Wish I could use my mouth on you,“ she says. “I didn’t get to taste you last time, but I want to show you how good I can be for you.”

“You’d be my good girl?”

“Yes, sir. Anything for you.”

Somehow, I doubt it. It’s more likely that she would be a brat until I finally put her in her place—and that thought sends me over the edge.

“Yeah, right,” I huff, stroking myself faster, letting her watch me come. On my hand, my belly. “You’d be a fucking brat for me until I spank that little ass of yours. Admit it.”

“I-I.” She squeaks. “No. I’ll be good. Please.”

“I know,” I breathe out, my head flopping against the pillow. My hand is a mess, and she can see it. Can see way too much of me. She’s heard my every whimper, every groan, and even though it’s just over the phone…

It’s intimate.

I’m raw.

As I turn my camera to look up at the ceiling, she brings her camera closer, her sweet face still in view. I can’t look away. But she can’t see me like this. She can’t see how I look at her.

What does this mean for us? For the party?

“Your cock is huge,” she whispers, giggling. “I don’t know how it fit before.”

“It’s average.”

“It isn’t. You’re going to give me lockjaw.”

I shake my head and laugh, finally showing her my face. “And you’re going to give me a headache.”

After I clean myself up, she’s still on the call, and we stay like that for too long, laughing and talking about the party. It’s too easy to pretend nothing else happened. Ever the coward, I can’t bring myself to ask if it will happen again.

Chapter 19

Aurora

I’ve been to a lot of Halloween parties. Slutty costumes. Fancy masquerades. But a crow party? I guess there’s a first time for everything.

Wearing a black mini skirt, tights, and a matching shirt is easy. The harder part is making sure I’m giving crow, which can only be done by draping myself in jewelry—silver, of course—and gemstones.

When Sterling picks me up from the cottage, I’ve completed my crow transformation, but he definitely hasn’t.

“Um, Sterling…” I look him up and down, narrowing in on his all-black outfit. “You’re totally not a crow.”

“And you are, I suppose, minus the feathers.” He chuckles. “I’m wearing all black. Isn’t that enough?”