But I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t. This wasn’t me trying to be a brat; this was my mind fucking breaking beneath whatever magic was in that fucking oil.
A low growl built in his chest, and his tender expression darkened. He was pissed with me for being so weak.
“You know what happens when you can’t follow directions,” he rumbled, and panic shot through my hot body as he held the bottle out over my huge, aching erection.
“Shemhazai—don’t!”
But it was too late. He poured another thin line of oil directly on my cock, drizzling it slowly down the sensitive skin of my shaft.
I literally screamed as another intense wave of need exploded through me, so hot and powerful that I went fucking blind for a moment.
The world fell away, and I floated in a sea of darkness. All I could do wasfeel.
Everything was aching, throbbing, and so sensitive it made me want to fucking kill somebody. My body was quivering uncontrollably, and I felt like I had a fever suddenly.
It took forever for my vision to return and for me to get a grip on myself. When I could finally see again, Shem’s dark form bloomed like a shadow before me, his green eyes sparkling with an infuriating wink of amusement.
“You’re crying, little bird,” he observed, his voice painfully dry and bored.
It hurt.
My lust-drunk mind tried to make sense of his words, and I realized he was right. My cheeks were wet, and I was choking on a deep sob born of pure need.
“I like seeing you need me so badly you’re literallycryingfor me.” He gently brushed away one of my tears with his oil-soaked fingers.
Each time the oil infected a new piece of my flesh, that horrible, hot sense of desperation intensified.
“Please. Shemhazai, I’m going to break,” I gasped, being fully serious. I was terrified that I might actually lose this game, and I was so desperate for it to end that I didn’t even care about how fucking pathetic I sounded.
Shem placed the bottle on the end table and leaned back over me, hovering his lips close to my mouth as I continued to grind and rock my hips beneath him.
My skin felt too tight on my body, my balls and my cock were swollen. Everything was so sensitive that the very air around me felt like shards of glass.
“Break for me, Gabriel,” he purred before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. He reached between my legs with his gloved hand and stroked me, rubbing the oil into my shaft.
I cried out into his mouth as he used his thumb to scoop some up and massage it directly into my slit.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!”I sobbed.
I was going to die like this.
I was going to fucking die, and he was going to laugh.
He chuckled and nipped my bottom lip again and again as I thrust up into his hand. He held me so gently that the orgasm I desperately needed hovered just beneath the surface.
At least he was touching me.
At least there wassomecontact.
As if he’d heard my thoughts, he pulled away, and I whined in protest.
“No, please don’t go. Don’t leave me like this,” I gasped, trying to follow him up off the couch.
“Sitdown,”he snarled, snatching up the bottle again, and I froze. “Unless you want more, you will sit there quietly and do as you’re told.”
“Shemhazai,please!”
“I told you I wouldn’t make you wait long if you listened. So fuckinglisten,”he snapped, and I forced myself to obey, terrified he would put more of that fucked up substance on me.
