“Is this good?”
It’s like I’m possessed. I keep biting my lips, but it appears I won’t shut up.
“It feels very good.”
He says it in a way that makes me believe he’s close to release.
I realize that I’ve been staring at his nape for a minute, wondering how his skin might feel under my lips if I were to kiss him there.
I snap out of it. What’s happening to me? I shouldn’t have these thoughts about Altair, the man who’s been torturing me for a month, and who will be torturing me for the rest of my life.
I drop the washcloth and abruptly stand up.
“Can you take it from here? I don’t think you need me to wash all of you.”
Altair gazes up at me. His damp hair has fallen over his forehead and his eyes, and he looks at me from beneath his long eyelashes. I’ve never seen a man look at me like this. Not even the men who paid me to have me in their bed.
“You can leave if you want to,” he says.
“If I want to?”
“Yes. Only if you want to.”
I laugh. “You’ve never given me an option before.”
“Haven’t I? I may not have said it out loud, but you’ve always had the option to leave when I asked you to do something you didn’t want to do, and very often you took it. Or don’t you remember all the times you stormed out of my chambers and slammed the door behind you?”
I incline my head and consider this.
“Oh, that was actually you giving me the option? I thought I was just taking it and getting away with it.”
Altair leans back in the tub, his body relaxing. I can see the first cock poking out of the water, and I swallow heavily. Why is my mouth suddenly filling with saliva?
“You could get away with a lot of things, you know.”
I clear my throat. I don’t know where this conversation is going, and I’m not sure I want to find out.
“So, I may leave?”
“Yes.”
“Good night.”
I have to force myself to stop staring at him as if he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Because he is. But I can’t think about him like that.
And two cocks? Two?! Who would’ve known? Not me. Do all wyverns have two instead of one?
That’s it. I turn on my heel and go to my room.
I close the door behind me, rush into the bathroom, and look at my own bathtub. I feel hot and sweaty all over. When I turn on the water, I make sure it’s cold.
Chapter Eight
Altair
I step out of the bath, water dripping from my body. I reach for a towel and wrap it around my waist. My hands shake. I can’t stop replaying what just happened.
The way Tressa looked at me when she pulled down my trousers, the gasp that escaped her lips, how she fell backward and couldn’t look away from my two cocks standing hard and flushed for her.
