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The laughter ends abruptly, and seven sets of Strange eyes focus on me. The silence stretches on for several long seconds before anyone thinks to interrupt.
“Sure, boss.” Knox nods cautiously. “I have all the necessary documentation, a boring suit, and badge too. We’re covered.”
“Just let us know if the coven can help further,” Drusila adds. “We couldn’t locate Maximus past confirming he’s in the city, but if you get anything off of him, we can start narrowing down his base of operation.”
“Fine,” I say firmly.
Stiel slaps my calves with the spiked edge of his tail. When I turn to snarl at him, I see the disapproving look he shoots me. I’m being an asshole, but I can’t seem to stop myself. This is what Julianna does to me. This is why our arrangement needed to end.
“Thank you, Drusila.” I nod to her and then to Violet and Hazel. “Thank you.”
If anything is said after that, I don’t hear it. I’m out of the library and heading down the hall to my bedroom. Our plan to retrieve the Keystone is set. The best thing I can do now is leave my brothers alone to not be terrorized by my foul mood and hope that a night of sleep will improve it.
I haven’t been in my bedroom since the morning she left. The moment I enter, I’m hit with the smell of her. The spiced scent of her skin, her arousal, her sweat, it’s all around me. Irritation charges through me again. How dare she storm out, taking everything with her but leaving her scent to haunt me. I need it gone.
I search for its source. I start first with the bed, tearing at the sheets only to find they have been washed. The towels in the bathroom too. I check the closet, and Eden has packed up and sent out all of her clothes. The scent is stuck in my nostrils, and I can’t get it out. I should just leave the room, but it is my space, and she has invaded it. I’m not going to let her kick me out too.
I roar, fists clenched and tail swinging.
Then I see it. The crumpledRapid and RacingT-shirt Julianna had worn off and on during her time in the penthouse. It’s in my hand before I can think about what I’m doing.
I want to rip it to shreds, but as soon as I feel the soft material in my hand, I swear her warmth is still on it. I back up and drop onto the end of the bed, fisting the fabric. My shoulders hunch and my wings curve over my acquisition. Staring at it for a long time, I turn it in my claws. The anger that had moved me to tear apart my bedroom wanes. I’m just tired and lonely, and her smell wears away my resistance.
I press my nose into the fabric and inhale deeply. The pure shot of Julianna stiffens my cock.
Baby girl.
Not an hour ago I heard her yell into the evening air, “Fuck you, Titan.” It should make my rigid dick soften, but the memory of my name being screamed from her lips only makes me harder. She called out my name often in our time together. She’d called me Daddy even more.
“That little siren,” I ground out. “She doesn’t even need to be in the room to tease me.”
My cock strains against my leather loincloth. I run my hand over the bulge and cup the weight of it in my claw the same way I had the first time she had kneeled in front of me. She’d just taken her spanking, and her ass had been an enticing shade of pink and warm to the touch.
My hand moves under my loincloth, my palm brushing over the sensitive tip, and I shiver involuntarily, inhaling her scent on the shirt deeper.
The sweet scent at the collar hits the back of my nose. I’d smelled it on her hair when I’d found her in the bathtub the other night. It was the shampoo I bought her. That night had been perfect. Seeing her overflowing with my cum, marked so clearly as mine, I had thought we could last past this weekend.
Gods, if that didn’t make my cock jump in my hand.
I bury my nose in the T-shirt and breathe. Her scent brings on that new sensation I’d first felt at the wrap party, like her fingertips are caressing me from the inside out, spurring me on. I spit in my hand and stroke my length, thick head to grooved ridges, imagining it’s her mouth on me.
I grunt, and my eyelids drop closed.
She’d taken me so well, gagging to take me down her throat. My little thief stole orgasms from me just as well as she stole the emerald ring from my finger. She’d been so proud of her stolen loot that morning. Even Knox was impressed. The thought of her showing off the ring makes me laugh. It comes out husky and heavy with desire as I work myself over.
We’d been good together, in our short time. It had to end, but it didn’t need to end badly.
Pressure and pleasure coalesce at the base of my cock. My movements slow as I stroke down over the ridges. I move my fingers over the raised nubs and dip down into the crevices. I mirror the way her tongue slid over me that night in the shower. I hadn’t wanted to come in her mouth. I wanted to see myself spill out of her cunt. I wanted to claim her in the most primal of ways, but she was on her knees in front of me, her mouth never stopping, no matter how much my cock choked her, and I had to fight to regain my control.
I was lost to her touch.
That is the problem, I realize. I lose myself, my purpose, when she is around.
My hand speeds up, jerking my cock in long, hard strokes. I press the soft fabric against my nostrils, and I let it cover my mouth and brush against my fangs. I bite at it, hoping to get one last taste of her, and breathe her in again and again, begging her scent to smother me.
We could be fucking right now. I could be tongue deep in her pussy, and she could be screaming “Daddy” as I force her to orgasm, one right after the other, until she is a soaked, squirting mess lying exhausted at my side. We had a whole week to experience each other fully so that we could leave our arrangement without regrets.
Instead, Julianna was so Godsdamn stubborn, unwilling to recognize the gift I gave her. Yes, I broke my promise, but it was for her own good. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t believe I was helping her.
