“Dude, you better dick me right now before I lose my brains.”
Shadow’s chest shook with his laughter, but he did as he was told for once. A choked gasp escaped as he thrust up into me, and he was still in his seven-foot height, which meant I was about to get my vagina annihilated. And I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I was a wolf shifter, and it would heal.
Shadow went hard and fast, holding me immobile as he fucked me, slamming into me like he was determined to ruin me for all other cocks. And, unfortunately, I was starting to think he had.
“Fucking hell,” I screamed, clawing at him when the orgasm slammed into me. It was one of those hard and fast jolts, and it started another buildup, so quickly, I couldn’t catch my breath.
He was relentless, his eyes locked on me, one hand holding my neck and shoulder blade while the other was under my ass as he drilled me so intensely, I saw stars.
“Come, Sunshine,” he ordered.
I did, jerking against him. “Gods.” I was sobbing now. “Shadow god.”
“Correct, baby,” he whispered, and fuck me, if that endearment didn’t tether my pussy to him just a little more. This was like the possessive attitude he threw around. It did it for me. Outside of the bedroom, I would hate his attitude, but inside it… I was hooked.
For some reason, he slowed, his thrusts no softer, but he drew each one out, his cock almost completely out of me before he slammed it back in, over and over again, and this time, the buildup was slower. I could already tell the intensity was possibly going to kill me.
“Don’t come yet,” Shadow warned, and I didn’t, even if my head was spinning, the pleasure in my stomach spiraling from my toes up to my gut. His fire burst to life across the both of us, bringing more energy and pleasure.
I tried so hard not to come, but it was too much. I wouldn’t survive it.
Thankfully, just when I was about to explode, Shadow let out a low groan. “Come now, Sunshine. Come with me. Together.”
I screamed. A guttural, beyond-my-control sound, and it was so much that when the dark spots danced before my eyes, I embraced them and might have passed out for a few minutes. Shadow didn’t stop even as he came, each thrust continuing to draw out the pleasure for both of us.
What felt like hours later, he stopped moving, his weight solid and comforting against me, as we both breathed heavily. I was pretty sure the wall at my back was the only thing holding us up.
“Fuck,” he rumbled. “That shouldn’t have happened here.”
Like an ice-cold bucket of water had been thrown over me, clarity returned with force, and I wanted to scratch his face off. Somehow, I managed to keep my shit together.
“Let me down, Shadow,” I said softly, not releasing my fury yet.
For once, he didn’t argue, and when I was set on my feet, I swallowed another groan at the pain in my body. Pleasure and pain mingled together. My freaking jam, apparently.
As I slipped out from under him, Shadow dropped his head toward the wall for a second, like he was pulling himself together. He straightened not a few seconds later, so maybe it had been something else.
“Meet me in the dining hall in ten minutes,” he bit out before he left the room in a flurry of energy, his coat flying out behind him, and for all I knew, his dick flapping in the icy breeze. Stupidly impressive dick.
On weak legs, I made my way back into the bath, and as I sank down, my body continued trembling from the aftershocks of the sex. I wondered if maybe that was the actual last time we’d ever be together like that.
He hadn’t even gotten naked, so desperate, he’d only had his cock out and nothing else. There had been an urgency in his actions, like he couldn’t help himself.
A darker thought followed.
At no point did he kiss me.
Not like he had the last time when he’d devoured my mouth, unable to get enough. There was a void between us that hadn’t been there yesterday. A void I feared would only grow with time.
We’ve arrived and wait with Shadow.
I felt Midnight’s presence the moment before it spoke, and that jolted me from the bath.
Meet you there. Give me five minutes to dress.
There was nothing to dry myself with, but that was proven redundant when I stepped into the center of the room, and a whirl of icy air all but spun me around. I hadn’t been prepared for it, but the moment it hit me, the moisture on my skin and hair faded, leaving me feeling refreshed and clean, if not a touch frozen. And again, that drain on my power hit me briefly before I regrouped and got shit done.
Once I was dressed in the newly provided clothing, I noticed a small bag of toiletries that must have gone flying with Birdy. I was relieved to be able to brush my teeth and hair, which I then braided back to keep it out of the way.
