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I lick my lips, watching as his eyes follow the quick path of my tongue. “Good.”
My thumbs hook in his pants and then I’m pulling them down his thighs, catching sight of a thatch of blond hair that trails from his belly button and then lower, lower… A mixture of curiosity and something new fills my chest, my stomach, spreading down to coil between my thighs. I’m unbearably hot by the fire, but the heat seems to come from within me, filling me up with molten desire.
“Don’t scream and run away,” he mutters. “I don’t know if my ego would ever recover.”
“It might not be theworstthing to take your ego down a notch,” I tease. The words sound hollow in my throat; I don’t feel like teasing at all. In fact, I’m petrified.
But I continue that inexorable path down until he springs free, a little gasp puffing past my parted lips as my eyes widen.
Yeah, he’s different alright.
The only time I’ve ever seen one of these is in an old biology textbook, and Elijah doesn’t look much like that at all. First off, his dick ishuge—bigger than the ones in my book, and more like the ones described in my favorite novels. He’s shaped wrong too, with a bulbous bit at the base of his shaft, and what almost looks like a sheath around the tip, flushed and already beaded with silvery fluid. I have the strangest impulse to lean forward and taste it, and I bite my lip.
“I’m trying not to move, but you’re making it awful hard,” he growls, and I glance up at him as my core clenches.
His voice is as good as a caress.
“I can tell,” I say. “I’m…I want to touch it.”
“‘It’ is me, and you already have permission,” he says. “You always have. You always will.”
I don’t have the fortitude to think about how strange those words are. Instead, I have to collect all my will as I reach a shaking hand forward, and I wrap my fingers around him.
Elijah grunts low in his throat, but he doesn’t jerk his hips like I half expect. He keeps his hands up, even, his fingers just barely curling and twitching, his grey eyes fluttering closed. And I realize that he’svulnerableright now, the big bad wolf like putty in my hands.
“Fuck, Sunshine…” he groans. “This little experiment is gonna be the death of me.”
“Hey, you volunteered,” I say.
“And I’m smart enough to regret my choices,” he says. “You…”
He trails off and I look up at him, my hand still on him.
“I what?”
His fingers curl, and when his eyes open again, they’ve taken on that strange, otherworldly gleam. “You have no idea how badly I want to push you against the floor and fuck you until you see stars.”
I exhale sharply, heat pooling in my stomach, a near-unbearable ache in my clenching core. “But you said we couldn’t tonight,” I whisper, stroking him.
Elijah moans, rolling his neck, his breath labored. “And we won’t,” he said. “But once you’re cleaned up? Once you’ve rested? Fuck, I am going to dobadthings with you.”
I stroke him again and I watch his jaw tense, a muscle twitching in his neck. “And what if I keep touching you?” I ask, knowing I’m coaxing him, knowing that I’m going towinthis if I just keep—
His hands suddenly snap forward and grab my wrists, and I gasp.
“I think it’s time we got you cleaned up,” he growls. And he’s on the verge of monstrosity again, his eyes blazing, his claws almost biting into my wrists.
“Okay,” I breathe.
Then he’s yanking up his pants and pulling me into his arms, and we’re climbing the stairs to the second floor.
CHAPTER NINE
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CHARLOTTE
Elijah doesn’t let me argue when he sets me down on a bed and sets a new fire upstairs, this time in what looks like a spacious bedroom. There’s a fireplace here, too, and a massive old clawfoot tub on the other side of a partition. He starts getting water boiling right away, though I have no idea where he got it, given that I don’t think there’s any running water here.
