But his cock was still hard.
“Do you feel any better? Does it still hurt?”
“It hurts less, but I don’t think it worked.” He released her, finally, and stepped back. “Fuck.”
Audrey laughed, the sound breathless and a little wild.
“Fuck, indeed. I call that plan C.”
Chapter Fifteen
The fog of lust had lifted slightly, and Morgath could finally form coherent thoughts that didn’t revolve around burying himself inside Audrey.
He blinked at her, unsure whether he understood her proposal right.
Her pale, freckled skin was glowing, and his cum dripped from her cheeks and chin. More of it was caught in her short red hair. Dollops covered her chest. But what was truly different was the way she looked at him. She drank him in with hunger, her eyes dark and wanting.
It scared him more than he wanted to admit.
Morgath took a step back and snatched the blanket off the bed. He wrapped it around his waist quickly, covering himself, even though his cock was still hard, and the blanket tented obscenely over his erection.
For the time being, his lust didn’t control him completely. He’d just come twice, and he could think again. Could make decisions that weren’t driven purely by the barbaric need to fuck her.
“No,” he said.
He walked out of the bedroom and back into his workshop.
Audrey pouted and followed him into the destroyed space.
“Why not? It might actually work this time.”
“I will not be your charity case,” he sneered at her. “I won’t sleep with you in these conditions. Not when I’m like this. Not when you’re only doing it to help me.”
Audrey sighed. Looking at the state he was in, battling his desire for her with some sort of guilt she didn’t understand, she didn’t think it was a good idea to argue with him.
For a few minutes, she just watched him moving around the workshop, picking up shattered glass and righting overturnedfurniture. He prepared fresh herbs and started grounding them in the mortar, then started the gas stove and placed a pot on it to cook some concoction. He didn’t look at her once while he worked.
Audrey was more disappointed than she should’ve been. She’d done all those things for him, made him come twice with her hands and her mouth, and it appeared she was going to get nothing in return. His words were like a cold shower, dousing the heat that had been building in her body. She felt rejected like never before. When he’d ignored her, she hadn’t cared because she knew it was just a game, part of the act they were putting on for his horde. But now it was serious. She’d let her guard down with him, shown him how much she wanted him, and he was behaving like she wasn’t even there.
She thought maybe it was a good idea for them not to fuck. It would suck so much if he got his rocks off again and then treated her like part of the furniture. At least, this way, she knew where she stood with him.
“Whatever,” she said.
She went to take a bath. She had to drain the tub first, then fill it with fresh water. It didn’t take her long to realize the water didn’t come on hot no matter which way she turned the tap.
“Huh.”
She considered just taking a cold bath, but when she dipped her hand in to test it, it was freezing. Her hand went numb instantly, and she jerked it back out with a hiss.
With a sigh, she returned to Morgath.
“I need to take a bath and the water is cold,” she told him in a pissed-up voice.
“Go home and take a bath,” he said without looking up from his work.
“I can’t walk around town like this.” She gestured to herself. “Look at me, it’s humiliating.”
When he finally looked at her, she was surprised to see his expression soften.
