She could hear him sighing heavily from the other side of the door. The apartment had an interior door and exterior door, one leading into the club, and one leading up to the parking lot.It was the inner door he stood at, and she could imagine him melting easily into the dark shadows of the corridor.
“Jude, I’m coming in. I don’t care if you’re decent, I just don’t want to surprise you.”
Her fevered mind is stumbled over half a dozen different scenarios, wondering if he had a key, he was planning on breaking her door down, if there was another method of entry she was unaware of . . . instead, he melted out of the shadows in her dark living room at the end of the hallway, and she was unable to hold in a little squeak of surprise. Stumbling into her bedroom, she grasped for the crumpled sheet, holding it around herself like a curtain as he walked silently up the hallway.
“What part of ‘go away’ didn’t you understand?!”
He ignored her as he advanced to her door, and even though she had been a captive, a prisoner for five months now, she’d never felt as trapped as she did in that moment, as helpless. Her eyes darted around the room, feeling like an animal being backed into a cage.
“I don’t want you here, Lux. I don’t needyouhere. I need — “ she trailed off, her face impossibly heating even more than it already was, her emotions balancing on a knife point. She didn’t want to admit out loud that what she needed was Vin. She was going to start crying if he didn’t hurry up and leave. She would likely start crying regardless, but at least she’d not have his audience. “I just need . . .”
“He’s not coming, princess.”
She swayed, her head moving in a nonsensical circle, attempting to nod yes,yeshewascoming, and simultaneously trying to shake, to feign ignorance as to whom he referred.
“He’s — heisthough, he — he does every month, it’s just not close enough to the moon yet, and — “
“Jude, the moon is tomorrow,” he murmured gently, a shiver of icy white satin down her neck, her entire body shaking so hardshe thought she might shake apart.Tomorrow? She’d spent the last several days practically delirious, her body clenched and aching, in desperate need of the relief that only Vin could provide.
“He’s not coming, little one. You’re on your own.”
Jude took another step backward, still unsteady on her feet, stumbling as she did so. She was alone. He probably found someone new, someone normal, someone who wasn’t broken. Some pretty little wolf he could fuck until it was time to leave for the woods, running with her in the wind. How else would Lux know, she thought miserably.Alone.
“Go away, Lux. I don’t want you here. Just leave me alone.”
“Let me help — “
“Haven’t you done enough?!”
She hadn’t meant to scream, hadn’t meant the words to leave her in a shrieking bellow, and the silence that followed seemed to hang with the great void between them until she hunched, a shuddering sob overtaking her body. In an instant, he was around her. It should have been unnerving, the silent way he was able to slide across the room in the blink of an eye, but she supposed at that point she was used to it. His arms were just as solid and strong as they’d been the day he’d caught her from falling.
“Listen to me.I didn’t understand.I didn’t understand before, what you were going through. I do now, princess. Let me help you.”
“You can’t,” she wheezed.
She knew now that was the truth. She’d been foolish to think he’d be able to give her relief the previous month, when all she’d been doing was acting on the desire she already felt, after weeks and weeks of being alone with him. She needed to be knotted, needed to be filled and sealed, knew that was the only way to stop this burning agony, she knew it in her bones.
“You can’t help me. Not unless you’re a wolf.”
“I can be anything you want me to be. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
She pushed off him, struggling out of his arms, trapping the sheet under her armpit, even if it was the last thing she really wanted to do.
“Do you even have a cock?” she sneered, falling into her old habits, deflecting with her bad attitude.Some things never change.“How areyousupposed to help me?”
“I can be anything you want me to be, Jude,” he repeated, his voice more serious than she’d ever heard it. “You want me to have a cock? How big? How thick? I can give you whatever you want. Only one? Would you rather I had two, like a Naga? Do you want it to be smooth? Would you rather have a bit of texture? I can give you anything you need, princess. Just tell me.”
She reeled as he spoke, his figure distorting and changing before her. Wings, another set of arms, his shoulders broadening. As she watched, a fat club of a cock jutted from between his legs, thick and textured with a bulbous head; a twin sprouting at its side.
“Maybe you’d like something a bit more unconventional?” The twinned erections were replaced by a writhing mass of tentacles that took her breath away. She wanted to experiencethat. . . and she wanted to experience the others as well. He could change his form to whatever she desired, could give her anything she wanted . . . but could he give her what she needed?
“Can-can you knot me? That’s what I need.” She was trapped against the bed, the backs of her legs bumping the mattress, and he did not stop his approach until she was able to lay her hands flat against his chest. “Lux.” Her voice came out in a whisper, laced with desperation.
One of his long fingered black hands closed over her wrist, as it had that horrible day last month, moving it down his body. A single erection had replaced the tentacles, and he moved her hand until she gripped it. The pad of her thumb traced over the head, absent of a slit, tracing over a textured ridge at its base, following a thick vein that snaked up the shaft.
“A little thicker,” she whispered, tightening her grip as she felt it swell beneath her hand. “Perfect.” He covered her hand with his own once more, pulling it downward to the base. The twin protrusions there made her clench, her pussy contracting and desperation to be filled, desperate for his knot. “Bigger.” The knot continued to inflate until her fingers were barely able to stretch across it, swelling until she nodded her approval, dropping her sheet and pulling him by the cock to nudge against her cleft. “Please,” she whimpered, “please, I need it. I need you to fuck me.”
“You don’t need to beg, little wolf.” His voice was as silky and sharp as it had ever been, making every nerve in her body stand on end, desperate to be covered in his darkness. “Let me take care of you.”
