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“Logan,” he said quietly as he wandered toward the first of the two shower heads. “I really, really hope you’re as ready as you’re making yourself out to be.”
He cranked the knob on, and I was hit at first with a rush of cold water that slowly grew warmer until it was a comfortable temperature.
“I really hopeyou’reready, Ruse,” I said in return as I felt him walk behind me to the other shower knob.
“I can’t think of a reason why I wouldn’t be.” He laughed as he cranked the second shower head on and leveled the temperature. “I’ve killed, I’ve eaten, I’ve scared my companions away from bothering me while I handle you, and I’ve got you, Logan, all feisty and turned on like you’re not the one who has been following orders like a good little girl.”
I held my position bent over the bench as the warm water washed over me. I saw the blood on my face mix with the water and send a tiny stream of pink down the pure white tile. I could see Ruse in the reflection on the glass stand just behind me, positioned in a perfect center between my legs, making me wait.
At the end of the day, Ruse was a monster—much more of one than his companions. He had the potential to be brutal, and he wanted to feel like he had the upper hand. However, Ruse didn’t know what I knew, that any subservient act of mine was not done in fear, or because I felt like Ihadto. I listened to him, I obeyed him, because Iwantedto. The challenge of how far I would go, how deep I could fall, before I achieved that luscious out-of-body experience like I’d had with Nox was sex for my mind, and I wanted it so, so badly.
But I didn’t want him to think he’d “won” anything. His ego would never let me forget it, and I wasn’t going to let him forget that I was his prize, and not the other way around. Something told me he was going to ask me to beg for him, so I beat him to the punch on my own terms.
“Touch me, Ruse,” I said with a tantalizing wiggle of my ass. “You know you want to. I want you to.”
I felt his hands grip my hips aggressively as claws dug into my skin. He was going to leave all sorts of marks for me to enjoy tomorrow, marks that I earned.
I watched in the reflection as he dropped to his knees and his hands moved back slightly to pull me apart even further. He blew on my clit and gently, so I could just barely feel him, licked me from front to back as his nose pressed against my backside. From there, he licked me faster and faster, just as he had all those nights ago. He removed one hand from gripping me and roughly jammed two fingers inside of me, pumping in sync with his tongue, which was spiraling around my behind.
A frantic moan came out of me much louder than I expected as he drove me fast toward a climax.
“Louder,” Ruse demanded, halting all his work completely. “I want your boyfriends to hear how much you like me playing with your little cunt.”
“Make me,” I purred as I fantasized about what sort of savagery I might try to coax out of him. I was nearly shaking with pleasure, and Ruse knew exactly how to touch me, where, and how hard, to make me come like river rapids.
“You want me to make you scream?” he asked as he removed his fingers from inside me. I groaned in protest at the sudden feeling of emptiness. “I’ll make you scream, and I’ll make you learn to be more careful what you ask for.”
The warm water did wonders for keeping me calm, but I could feel my heart begin to beat harder against the inside of my chest. Ruse’s hands returned to where they held me in place at my hips.
“Take a deep breath, Logan.” Ruse commanded in warning. “I’m not going to be gentle.”
I braced myself and gripped the bottom of the bench as hard as I could. Within a breath’s time, Ruse had, in one fluid motion, thrust his entire member deep inside of me.
I screamed. I screamed out in one part pleasure, one part pain.
“One more breath,” Ruse hissed.
His hand rested firmly on the small of my back with his thumb gently circling my rear entrance. I knew what came next, but I was ready. My entire body was relaxed and ready to take more as the warm water washed over me.
As soon as the shifter heard me inhale deeply, he inserted his second member into my second hole. It hurt, but it hurt so wonderfully. I thought Nox had made me feel “full,” but this was an entirely other realm. To be penetrated on both front and back was a project in breathwork and not overthinking. It was hard not to enjoy as the shape of Ruse’s fantastic spears hit all the right spots. Their ridges and curves seemed to be made for pleasing a woman, and with every thrust, I cried out in manic expletives.
“Fuck, Ruse,” I groaned as I rocked back and forth on the slick bench, meeting his thrusts. “I can’t… I can’t believe how amazing this feels.”
“You’re quite the girl,” Ruse said between violent thrusts. “I’ve never met one who could handle all of this and enjoy it.”
I couldn’t describe how much I enjoyed it. My body craved even more as one of my arms let go of my grip on the bench and shot a hand between my legs. With both my holes so full, just a delicate touch of my clit was almost enough to break me—to make me come hard and fast.
“Please, more. I need more.” I’d told myself I wasn’t going to beg, that I was going to take him on my terms, and I felt that philosophy going out the window for both of us. I wanted to please him, and he wanted to please me. I could tell we were both trying to out-do each other for the sake of an orgasm, and as I requested “more, harder, fuck me like you want to kill me,” I felt the shifter reach that breaking point that I’d hoped for.
His members began to swell and shrink in opposition of one another. The one in my pussy grew even larger with one thrust, then it eased back down as the one in my ass swelled almost to the point of injury. I took every moment with wild gratitude.
My body tensed, and I arched my back as I loudly moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” as my orgasm came through me like a freight train. I lost total control of my body as I started to writhe and twist in immense pleasure.
Ruse had to hold me still as he leaned forward and growled into my ear, “Stop fucking moving.” One of his hands wrapped around my neck as he continued growling into my ear. He began to pump into me faster and faster until I was seeing stars, and he released my neck with a violent drop, threw his neck back, and howled.
I felt his fluid pour into both parts of me, and after he was emptied, he carefully withdrew himself and ran his fingertips down my back affectionately.
“For what it’s worth, I don’t want to kill you,” Ruse said in a near-whisper. “It would be a shame without measure to lose such a miraculously tough human. And such a pretty one, at that.” Ruse helped me to sit up on the shower bench and turned off the shower head that was raining directly into my face.
