My clit throbs hard as I approach the edge of climax, and every nerve ending in my body come alive. The blissful and tingling tightness fills my lower belly.
Just as ecstasy is in reach, the door crashes open behind me.
As I jerk my head toward the opening, my legs twist awkwardly and I stumble.
I close my eyes tightly as my foot slips too far forward, and I prepare for the inevitable impact of my back with the hard stone floor.
Suddenly, something smooth and warm is pressed against my shoulder, followed by the same sensation under my knees. It’s as if the laws of gravity have been turned upside down—I am floating up instead of falling down.
When I open my eyes, I realize the duke is holding me. The spray of water hits his skin and makes his gills pulse. His brows are furrowed in confusion as he looks at me with unfocused eyes.
I want to stop, but I know I’m too far gone. I shouldn’t arc my fingers against my g-spot or flex the muscles of my thighs, and I most certainly shouldn’t look him directly in the eyes as I come.
But I do.
In his embrace, waves of pleasure rack through me, leaving me boneless. My fingers dig into his bicep as I try to anchor myself in reality.
It doesn’t work. My entire body is consumed by a cloud of pleasure, and I feel like I’m floating on air. The duke's voice is the only thing that tugs me back to the real world.
At first, his speech muffled, like the hum of a stereo after a bomb blows in a movie, but as he keeps speaking, it grows clearer.
“Are you…what…did you just f’teeing come?” His face flushes a bright blue, and he looks like he's stopped breathing.
Whether he is shocked or uncomfortable, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t give a damn about his fucking feelings.
Will I be embarrassed later? For fucking sure. But for now?
“You should have knocked!”
CHAPTER12
?COME ON ME?
?RAF’ERE
Her hands are…oh f’teeing goddess, she’s finger fucking herself in my arms. Marta’s pointer and middle fingers are buried deep inside her cunt, its soft mound covered in curly black hair. It’s a mane in a place I wasn’t expecting.
I thought that maybe she had slipped, or scalded herself on the water when I heard the noises she was making through the door. I even buzzed Jens’i to have him deal withher.
When he didn’t answer and I heard her nearly scream, the protective nature of the mate bond took over. I kicked the door open when, in retrospect, I’m sure that the knob was perfectly functional.
Even though I noticed the water sluicing off her ample curves, I saw her feet begin to fumble.
I wrenched the door open just in time to catch the clumsy Earthling before she smacked her head violently against the floor. I enjoyed about all of three seconds of my heroic gesture before the scent of her arousal hit me.
Now our eyes are locked, and hers narrow at the same time I realize she’s pushing her fingers deeper inside herself. She is obstinate in her actions as her hips buck skyward and the muscles of her legs clench.
Marta shudders as she comes apart in my arms. The soft moan that escapes her lips is almost like a melody, one that my body begs to harmonize with.
“Are you…what…did you just f’teeing come?” My face heats, and I’m short of breath.
Her lip curls, not into a smile, but a look of defiance.
“You should have knocked!” she barks, unfazed by our current predicament.
I’m dumbfounded for a minute. I don’t bother telling her I thought she was hurt, seeing as she wasn’t impressed with my already having rescued her.
“But…why?” I think I’m asking the obvious question. What would possess her to touch herself in my shower?
