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I eyed the freshly made bed and closed my eyes. How wrong would it be to give myself a little… sedative?
15
HOOK
How did I end up here?
Simple, I’d heard a noise. A feminine moan, low and muffled, like someone was trying to smother the sound. It was something a mortal would never have picked up on, and the fact that it’d come from my room had sent a jolt of adrenaline through my system. I’d raced for the door and grabbed the handle, ready to burst in and take out whatever new threat was trying to get at Never.
The woman was apparently a magnet for supernatural villains.
Except bursting in wouldn’t necessarily have given me the upper hand. So, I’d slid my cutlass from its sheath and turned the handle slowly, quietly. I’d opened the door just a crack, just enough to get the lay of the land.
I was ready for anything. A siren, a vindictive shifter, a misplaced demon. I would have taken on an army of them to keep her safe, even if she was beyond infuriating. But what I saw stole the breath from my lungs.
Never was sprawled on my bed, naked from the waist down with one hand between her legs and the other fisting my pillow.
I’d stared dumbfounded, frozen, suddenly on fire on the inside. She was a creature of beauty lost in a moment of self-pleasure, and I was ashamed to admit I’d watched for longer than any gentleman would. Tempting thoughts shot through my mind. How would she taste if it was my face between those luscious legs? My tongue making her writhe? Would she tangle her hands in my hair and pull me closer, urging me on as she shook with pleasure?
On the heels of those erection-inspiring visions, another question surfaced: What if she opened her eyes and caught me watching?
A sliver of ice had slipped through the flames chasing the blood in my veins. Would she scowl, or maybe scream? Would she invite me in?
That was when I’d closed the door, quietly. Well, as quietly as I could with the tremble in my hand.
I’d told her no one would go in that room. I’d made her that promise in good faith. Despite her unveiled disdain for pirates, for me in particular it seemed, I would not fail in that promise.
Which was how I ended up standing outside my own door in the pitch black with one hand splayed on the smooth wood and my other hand fisting my swollen cock.
Technically, I was keeping my word.
I should have walked away and tried to forget what I’d seen. That would have been the right thing to do, the honorable thing. But I could just make out her little moans of pleasure through the barrier and I couldn’t bring myself to move my feet.
I gripped my cock a little tighter and slid my hand up the length of it, rubbing my thumb over the tip and dragging the bead of precum down. It didn’t offer much in the way of lubrication, but I didn’t need much. I was already close to the edge before I’d ever touched myself. Seeing her like that, hearing her, stirred something in me I hadn’t felt in eons.
I stroked a little faster as I listened. My blood pulsed through me, and with each slide of my fist, it got a little harder to control my breathing. When her cries grew louder, I closed my eyes and pumped harder. She didn’t know I was out there, imagining I was the one wringing those sounds from her, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to meet her beat for beat.
One more sharp cry rang through the night air just before it was smothered. The sound of her climax broke me. The muscles in my lower body pulled taut, and I shifted my grip to the door frame, anchoring myself to it as I gave my cock three more rough pumps. My jaw clenched painfully, and I bit back my own groan, erupting with a violent shudder.
My knees went soft, and I had to lean my weight against the frame to keep my balance. I hadn’t made myself come in ages, but I didn’t recall it ever feeling quite that good. That delicious feeling lasted for one short beat before the doorframe creaked under my weight.
“Is someone out there?” Never’s voice carried a mixture of fear and irritation, and I silently cursed myself for interrupting her peace. If she caught me out here…
I didn’t waste time entertaining the thought. Moving quickly, I wiped my hand on my shirt, tucked my still rock hard and surprisingly sensitive cock in my pants, and retreated like a thief in the night. And was I not a thief? Had I not just stolen a moment of her pleasure and made it mine? I’d taken without permission, without her knowledge.
What the hell was that woman doing to me?
She must have possessed magic of some kind. That was the only reasonable explanation for my reaction to her, and for my less than admirable behavior. Never had to be an enchantress, and if my depraved behavior was any indication, she knew her craft well.
I rounded the corner and ducked back into the safety of the shadows. Yellow light spilled from my room when she cracked the door and peeked out. I expected to see anger or frustration in her gaze, but unless I was mistaken, she looked disappointed.
Of course.I could have smacked myself for my foolishness. An enchantress would have been disappointed to realize her magic had failed.
I couldn’t let her get to me like that again.
16
HOOK
