“Fuck, I want to smell you. Taste you.”
His desire permeated the room, but I couldn’t get past the mental walls he had up enough to feed deeply. Why was he blocking me out?
Tossing the scrap of lace over the screen, I waited for his reaction.
The hitched breath that came from him was so satisfying my nipples tightened in response and lust sparked in my lower belly.
“Tell me what you’re doing.” I had a pretty good idea, but I wanted to hear him say it.
There was a rustle of fabric and then a deep inhale followed by a rumbling moan. “Committing your scent to memory.”
“Does that mean you like it?”
“Fuck, baby, you smell incredible. I bet you taste even better.”
I bit my lower lip, enjoying myself more than I thought I would.
“I’m not giving these back, by the way.”
“You should use them.”
“Use them?”
“To get yourself off,” I clarified. “Wrap them around your cock and get as close to my pussy as you can.”
“Fuck.”
The song changed to another equally sensual rhythm, and I cupped my breasts, making certain he could see from the angle I chose.
“God, I wish these were your hands,” I said, rolling my nipples and undulating my hips.
“They can be. Just say the word.”
The need in his voice was delicious, but I still couldn’t get a good enough hold on him to feed. I had to find a way to break through his walls. If I’d learned anything from Malice, it was that the more you could make someone focus on the moment, the less likely they'd be able to maintain their mental barrier.
“Relax and make yourself feel good, Cole. That’s the best way to take care of me.”
He groaned.
“And you want to take care of me, don’t you? You like knowing you’re giving me everything I need.”
“Yes. I want you to want me. I want to provide you with everything.”
His breaths were coming faster now, and that hold he had over his walls was weakening.
“You’re so good to me. I should have seen it before. You make me feel so safe, like I can really just let go.” I moaned forgood measure as the sound of his palm shuttling along his cock became my only focus.
“Yes, fuck, Merri. I’m so close.”
The barrier was crumbling, but it needed a little nudge. Sending out a tendril of my power, I pressed against the bubble of his consciousness the way Malice had taught me. It popped easily, and a wave of his sexual energy flooded my senses.
Trap sprung, I latched on to his mounting pleasure, but something didn’t feel right. This energy I’d grabbed was familiar, but it wasn’t because of my sessions with Cole. It was from my dreams.
Of Luc.
Oh. Shit.
Ice filled my veins as the reality of my situation came crashing down around me, and I tore all the threads connecting us out of his mind, taking the lust with me and ruining both my feeding and his orgasm.
