“You’re mine until I decide otherwise,” he growled, rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand trailing down my stomach to rest between my thighs, taunting me. Those words sent new shocks of need and anticipation jolting through me.
I moaned as one finger slipped inside me. I would never have imagined that I would get this horny again this quickly after orgasming, but here I was. His eyes never left mine as he plunged in and out, adding a second finger that teased my G-spot. It was as though he knew everything I wanted, everything that would turn me on, like he was in my head. In a way, he was. I could feel his own want pulsing through our bond, mixing and blending with my own. But it didn’t feel as though his carnal understanding of me had anything to do with the mating bond. It had everything to do with his awareness of me.
He bent down and murmured in my ear, “I can’t tell you how much of a turn-on it is to watch how much you’re enjoying yourself right now,” he growled, his fingers pumping harder, bringing me close once more. “I love watching you like this.”
I could barely answer as my mind began going blank once more. That burning below my stomach seemed almost unbearable, as if still too sensitive from the first time.
Once again, just as I was nearing the edge, he slowed, then slipped his fingers out of me. It wasn’t enough. I didn’t want just his fingers. I needed him in me, filling me.
Finally,finally, he shimmied up until we were face to face. He pressed his lips to mine, not bothering to conceal his hunger. I could taste myself there, and a new jolt rippled through me. He pressed his cock against my pussy, teasing me as that pulsing need for him continued to swell.
“Please,” I moaned.
He grinned, then slammed into me, making me cry out.
He felt incredible, his cock filling me with every pump, continuing the work his fingers had done. I couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All that mattered was him, and him thrusting in and out of me, bringing me closer to that delectable oblivion.
I groaned, fingers curling into fists but unable to do anything else as they remained tied over my head. I wanted to grab his hair, to claw his back, to pull his mouth to mine and taste myself on his lips again, but all I could do was writhe and moan as my pulse raced and he continued pleasuring me.
The second orgasm came between two pumps. I screamed even louder this time as it washed over me, that second wave of release and ecstasy compounding with the first, making everything more intense. My muscles clenched around his cock, and I felt him finish inside me.
He slowed to a stop, staring down at me, his cock still filling me as we both came down from our high. Finally, heslid out of me, reaching up to undo my bonds. I was almost disappointed as he released me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands caressing my wrists, trailing down my arms to slide down my side. I wasn’t sure if he was asking about the bonds or about the fact that we had just had sex. If it was the former, the answer was an easy “of course.” If it was the latter, then I wasn’t entirely sure what the answer was. Still, I nodded.
A few minutes later, I was still lying in bed as the shower ran from the bathroom. I pushed myself up to a seated position, legs dangling over the side of the bed. I ran my fingers through my hair as I processed what had just happened. I’d had sex with Drake. It had been incredible, but I had broken the promise I once made myself, that I would never do anything with Drake.
In the moment, it had seemed like a brilliant idea. Now, however, as clarity and reality sauntered back in, I could see it for what it was: a stupid, reckless decision made in the heat of the moment. I had wanted it, absolutely, and I had enjoyed every minute, but it had been a lapse in self-control. It was still Drake. He had never apologized for what had happened when we were kids, and I still worried that he could hurt me once more. Now that we’d had sex, if he hurt me again, that sting of betrayal would only be worse. I was supposed to protect myself from him. Instead, I had made myself as vulnerable as it was possible to be.
I had let my emotions get the better of me. I had let him in too much.
I couldn’t let it happen again. There were too many complicating factors. I needed to harden myself to him once again.
Just as I came to this conclusion, the shower cut off. A moment later, Drake came out, a towel wrapped around hiswaist. I hated how my body responded to the sight of him, how I still wanted to run my fingers along his body, to trail the water droplets along his stomach. I had to close out those thoughts, and seeing him in front of me only made it harder.
His brow creased as he took in my stony expression, and he came to sit next to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. His hand went to the small of my back, and I nearly leapt out of my skin as a fresh jolt of longing electrified my body. His hand shot back, his brow creasing as he searched my face.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“No, no. It’s fine. You just startled me, is all.”
He raised one dubious eyebrow as he considered me. “You don’t have to lie to me, you know,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
I hated that he knew me that well. I could maybe convince myself that it was only because of the mating bond, but I was holding my emotions back, trying to regulate what was currently flowing through that link, and I knew he couldn’t sense it through that. No, he just knew. He could just tell.
“I just… I think it might be best if we don’t do that again,” I murmured.
Drake blinked.
“Right,” he grunted, and any of the warmth or affection I had seen in him earlier was gone, nowhere to be seen. “If that’s the way you want it.”
He gave a curt nod as the surly demeanor I was so used to draped back over him like a shroud. Then, without another word, he turned and went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I heard a razor buzzing a second later.
I watched the bathroom door, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. I should have been happy. This was what I had wanted, in a way. I had wanted to reestablish the distance between us, to rebuild that barrier to prevent myself from getting hurt. Except now that I had gotten what I wanted, I felt worse than before. Emptier, lonelier.
I got to my feet and walked out, wondering for the first time if I had just made a huge mistake.
