“Please—” I don’t even knowwhat I’m begging for.
“Please what, whore?” He presses his thumb to my clit, circling hard. “Please choke me harder? Please don’t stop? Please remind me I’m nothing but a wet hole for you and your brothers?”
Another broken cry. My hips buck shamelessly into his hand.
“That’s it,” he growls, squeezing my throat until black spots dance in my vision. “Come all over the fingers that own you. Do it right here where Jasper eats his fucking cereal, so every time you sit at this table you remember how easily you spread for me.”
The orgasm barrels through me like a freight train. My whole body locks, pussy spasming around his fingers, a gush of wet soaking his hand and the table beneath me. He doesn’t let up, dragging it out until I’m sobbing.
When he finally releases my throat I suck in air like I’ve been drowning. He pulls his fingers free, glistening with me, and paints my own release across my swollen lips.
I’m ruined.
And the worst part?
I’ve never felt more alive.
TWENTY-THREE
JASPER
Damn it, I’m late.
I park my car in the OCK driveaway, grabbing my backpack and a small brown paper bag out of the passenger seat before climbing out. We were supposed to have a study session at the library. I had planned on telling Mara the great news there.
I passed my last organic chemistry exam. Not just passed, fucking nailed it. And she’s the first person I want to tell. Hell, she’s the reason I even understood half the questions on that test. If it weren’t for her tutoring sessions, her endless patience, and her soft voice walking me through reaction mechanisms over and over, I’d be completely lost.
So, before our session today, I drove out to the city to get her a thank you gift. A 1931 printing ofWuthering Heightswith the original dust jacket. It cost more than I ever want to admit I spent on a book, and took three different rare book dealers to locate. But she told me that her grandmother used to have a copy of it, and that it was given away when she passed and she was devastated since it’s her favorite book.
I’ve told myself a hundred times the same thing I told the guys in the study—I want nothing to do with this.I signed off on the rules: no touching without consent, no secret deals, no blood in the house over her. I meant it—I still mean it.
Dredyn’s low murmur cuts through, and something about his tone prickles at my instincts. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but Mara’s laugh tapers off into a breathy sound. A sound almost like… a muffled whimper? I freeze just outside the kitchen doorway.
What the hell is going on?
I inch forward and peer around the corner into the kitchen.
And then I see everything.
Mara is perched on the edge of the table, her floral skirt rucked up high on her thighs. Her head is tipped back against the table, dark hair tumbling all over, and her lips are parted in a silent cry.
Dredyn stands between her spread legs, one of his arms wrapped around her waist to steady her, the other hand… Jesus. His other hand is under her skirt, moving in a way that makes Mara’s entire body quiver. I catch a glimpse of his fingers glistening when he briefly lifts them to tease the spot where her panties are pushed aside. He’s inside her—I can tell from the way Mara’s hips jerk forward and the broken moan that slips from her throat.
My stomach plunges even as something hot and electric flashes through my veins. My pulse roars in my ears. I know I should look away, walk away, anything, but I can’t. I’m rooted in place, watching like some creep.
Mara’s face… God, she looks wrecked with pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed that pretty rose pink I know so well, and her lashes flutter closed as Dredyn murmurs something against her neck. I’m too far gone over the rush of blood to my cock. One of her hands clutches desperately at his broad shoulder, and the other braces on the counter behind her.
I want to scream at Dredyn to get his goddamn hands off her,to pull her skirt down and shield her from what I’m seeing. Yet, at the same time, a dark part of me is turned on. Heat coils in my gut and slides lower. My cock twitches, stiffening painfully against my jeans.
The brown paper bag carrying the book falls to the ground. Mara’s eyes fly open, wide and dazed, zeroing in on me, standing there in the doorway. Dredyn turns his head lazily over his shoulder, not the least bit startled. In fact, the bastard smirks when he sees me, his fingers still buried deep between Mara’s thighs as if to make a point.
She pushes at Dredyn’s chest, her skirt falling back to mid-thigh as she scrambles to make herself decent. Her face is a furious red, whether from what they were doing or from being caught—or both. She ducks her head, panting.
“Jasper—” she begins, voice cracking.
Dredyn still doesn’t budge. He withdraws his hand slowly, dragging it out from under Mara’s skirt in an unhurried show. My jaw clenches so hard it might shatter as I see a slick gleam on his fingers. Dredyn sucks the arousal off his fingers, wearing that infuriating smirk.
“Guess tutoring isn’t the only thing she’s good at, huh?” he drawls. His tone is mock-thoughtful, but his eyes glitter with challenge as they lock onto mine.
