“You,” I breathed, fisting the front of his costume and pulling him closer. “I want you, Zero.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ARINA
I shot up in bed, nearly cracking my head on the bunk above mine, gasping for air. My hand immediately went to my neck, brushing over the place where Zero’s lips had been moments ago. A shaky breath knocked free as I replayed the last image in my head.
It was just a dream,I told myself silently.Just a dream.
But it had all felt so real…
From his blade on my skin, to his warm breath on me, to the slick drenching my leggings.
My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped when I shifted and felt the wetness between my thighs. It was everywhere, soaked into the sheet.
“Oh shit,” I whispered, barely audible.
I had a wet dream about Zero, and there was still a steady throb between my thighs. Remnants of the clown’s terrifying grin and deep, growly voice were fading, but he was still there, lingering in my mind.
With another shaky breath, I flopped back onto my pillow, afraid to close my eyes. It might have been just a dream, but something told me the clown sleeping mere feet from me would jump at the chance to make it a reality. He’d love to torture me, to see me squirm, especially if he thought I was afraid.
I shuddered and imagined his hand around my throat again, his fingers pressing hard enough against my skin to leave a mark. The darkness in his gaze, that malicious grin… the thought twisted my insides, and my pussy throbbed.
Fuck.
I needed relief. I needed to come. But how the hell would that be possible on a bus with eleven other troupe members?
Taking a deep breath, I inhaled Zero’s caramel-popcorn scent, willing it to calm my nerves. If I was closer, like curled up in bed next to him, it would have worked. But as it was, with him sleeping just across the aisle, and me so horny I wanted to cry, it wasn’t enough to take the edge off.
I could slip away to the bathroom, hop in the shower again and rub one out under the spray of hot water. Surely, no one would hear me, but if Zero woke up again… he’d know something was wrong.
No, another shower in the middle of the night was suspicious and out of the question.
My only other option—as horrific as it was to imagine—was masturbating right here, in my bunk, surrounded by the rest of the clowns who may, or may not, overhear.
It wasn’t ideal. Okay, actually, it was fucking terrible, but the way my clit ached, desperate for friction, had every logical thought going out of the window.
I can be quiet.
Quieter than I’ve ever been.
I’ll be quick…
I slid my hand beneath the waistband of my pants, brushing over my neatly trimmed hair, and blushed at the amount of slick soaking my clothes. I’d been wet before, but this was obscene. I’d probably have to burn these sheets.
I brushed over my swollen clit, and my frantic thoughts died. The nerves, the doubt, all of it. I swirled my fingers through the slick, tracing small circles around the sensitive nub, and bit my bottom lip to cut off the whine working its way up my throat.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I dipped my hand lower, slipping two digits inside me. Images of Zero sparked to life again, and I chased them as I worked my fingers in and out. If I went fast, I wouldn’t be able to avoid making noise, but if I went slowly?—
Tingles radiated through my core, and I focused on the image of Zero. His smell grew stronger, even though I was sure he hadn’t gotten out of bed, and my body heated at the thought of him sidling up between my thighs.
I’d never had sex, much less with an alpha, and I had no idea what it would feel like to be knotted, but my omega instincts had me convinced it would be the best thing ever. I wanted it,neededit.
To be so full, so completely sated…
A stuttered breath escaped, and I covered my mouth with my free hand. I waited a beat, my heart slamming in my chest, listening for any movement in the bus. When I didn’t hear any, I shifted again, teasing quick circles over my clit.
“You can’t hide what you are, and you can’t hide your desire for my knot. Your pheromones betray you.”
