“Good night,” he says in a hurry, snapping out of whatever had him rooted in place and darting inside his bedroom, closing the door forcefully behind himself.
My mate is very strange, but I think I like that about him. He isn’t predictable. I don’t understand him, and there’s something refreshing about that. Something exciting about it.
I can feel him breathing a small sigh of relief now that there’s a door between us. I take a step back, guilt twisting in my gut. I must still be doing this all wrong. My shoulders sag and I go into my own bedroom. I slink over to my bed and crawl under the covers, inhaling deeply in the hope of finding some stray, lingering hint of Mac’s scent from the night he slept in here almost a week ago. It’s useless though. I would give my horns to have my bed smell like my mate again. Hades, I would give my horns for one small hint about how to make him see that our bond isn’t an accident or a mistake. A little tug at the center of my chest captures my interest, and then our bond floods with a rush of heat. Longing, neediness, an ache deep in my gut that draws a whimper from my throat.
“Mate,” I whisper, sitting up instantly. He needs me.
I reach between my legs to palm my hardening cock, and I strain to listen for Mac on the other side of the wall. A soft gasp has me scrambling onto my knees to press my ear to the wall. The plaster feels cool against my cheek, my hard cock bumpingagainst my headboard as I hold my breath so I can hear him without my own harsh rasps getting in the way.
Another tug at our bond, and electricity floods my body as if Mac’s hand was on my cock instead of his own. I swallow a groan and melt a little more against the wall, wishing I could pass right through it and land in my mate’s bed. My claws dig into the drywall unintentionally, crumbling the plaster under my nails. Mac’s bed creaks quietly and his breathing gets louder.
And then, something even sweeter than his moans…
“Drax,” Mac whines my name.
I snake my tongue along the smooth wall, imagining I can taste Mac’s skin instead of the dull flavor of stale paint. My hips jerk involuntarily, dragging my cock against the smooth, carved wood of my headboard.
“Drax,” he pants again.
Does he need me? Should I go to him? My muscles tremble and I grit my teeth against a needy groan.
My mate.
My mate.
My mate.
Mac moans louder and our bond explodes with pulsing waves of pleasure. Without a hand on my cock, he pulls me along with him into the oblivion of an orgasm, my cum painting the headboard and splattering against the wall, my teeth nearly cracking with the effort of staying silent, and my heart racing with the restraint it takes not to claw the wall to dust just to be with my mate and taste his release again.
I sag against, gulping down breaths, and a smile twists my lips.
He was thinking of me…
TWELVE
MAC
Bliss,lust, and a warm sense of security collide and vibrate along the bond as my breathing slows. My hand and torso are covered in the sticky evidence of my longing, but even that epic orgasm did little to quell my desire for Drax.
The last thing I need right now is to complicate my situation even more by confusing lust for something else, but something about the beautiful demon is under my skin. My dragon wasn’t about to let me sleep after leaving Drax’s company so abruptly, and it took all my strength to stay rooted here and not slip inside his room and his bed all over again.
Still… it was so intense it felt like he was here with me, his talented tongue doing the stroking instead of my hand, his warm breath fanning my face as he whispered “mate” until I exploded.
I force myself up to grab my t-shirt and clean up my hand and my chest, then try to settle in bed again, but my brain isn’t even close to slowing down for the night. What did Drax mean about Auri recruiting me? Was our meeting an intentional intervention and not just happenstance like I thought? And if that’s the case, why? How would I even be on Auri’s radar?
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try to talk to the shifty demon again and ask a few more questions. Though I didn’t getanywhere last time, there’s always a chance I’ll catch him in a better mood or something.
I throw on my jeans and grab a clean shirt from my tote bag before creeping out of my bedroom and down the hall. Every hallway looks exactly the same, and before long I end up turned around and completely lost. I try several more routes but get nowhere. It’s dark and quiet and yeah, I’m fucked.
I could call for Drax, but before I can, Cassius appears, walking confidently down the hall adjacent from where I stand.
“Cassius?”
He pauses, turning in my direction. “What are you doing down here?”
“I got myself lost. Where am I?”
“The tunnels,” he says, approaching me. “My turn to patrol and make sure no rogue souls got out. Come on.”
