I sagged against a wall, the fight going out of me. I needed to shower now, before I collapsed.
I managed to strip and get myself into the large tub. Atub that filled a bump-out in the outside wall, which was all glass.Screw it. I didn’t care if anyone saw me. Myel had said it was one-way glass. And the view out, over the trees, to the ocean beyond was relaxing.
The rest of the bathroom was nice, but not extravagant. The doors to the rooms were between the tub and the rest of the room. Then a double vanity before a partial wall blocked the toilet at the far end of the room.
I didn’t have the strength to scrub or soap up, so I let the hot water cleanse me then staggered out. I gathered my things and closed and locked my door to the bathroom before falling into bed.
I had classes tomorrow and I wanted to be ready to face the day.
But I’d forgotten one thing…
“Izzy?” A soft voice crashed through my dreams. Dreams of Rook’s ass… and his horns, specifically holding onto those horns like handlebars while I rode his face…
“Rook?” I gasped, coming awake… to see Myel standing over me.
It was dark out.
He’d said he’d return.
“Who’s Rook?” Myel asked.
“My roommate, a jerk, don’t worry about him,” I groaned, half-asleep still.
The only light in my room came from the moon and stars outside. I’d forgotten to black out my window. By that illumination alone I could make out a new bruise on Myel’s cheek and a cut above one eye.
“You’re hurt,” I mumbled, trying to get up.
He pushed me back down softly. It didn’t take much, I was weak as a kitten. “Hush, I’m okay, I’ll heal quick enough. Just rest.”
Sounded like a great idea to me.
“Can I… join you?” he asked, tentative.
I wasn’t usually one for snuggling and this bed wasn’t big enough for two full grown people to rest comfortably without some contact. But I sighed and relented, grunting an affirmative. I wanted him there with me, or rather the bond wanted him.
He stripped and climbed in next to me. I rolled over and he fit like a glove against my back.
A soft kiss on my neck sent soothing peace through me.
“Rest,” he whispered.
And I did.
I woke the next morning — after some very steamy dreams — to my body simmering with need. My vagina was wet, my nipples erect, and my clit aching.
“I know you’re awake,” Myel said, his one arm sliding over me from behind. And where he touched, fire followed.
The bond called.
IZZY
From what Myelhad said yesterday, I’d hoped we’d have more time before the bond required sex again, especially since we’d stayed so close last night.
Apparently not.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, Myel whispered, “the bond may be a bit more demanding at first.”
Good to know.
