Christ, what I wouldn’t give to be buried deep inside her right now.
I ache for her. I crave her.
But I won’t touch her without her consent.
Jameson fucked her up physically and mentally. I refuse to add to that trauma, although I’m not above begging.
On my knees, if I must.
When we finish texting, I’m painfully hard.
Christ. Pathetic.
I find a quiet spot in the woods and get myself off like it’ll be enough.
Except with her, it never is. It never will be.
Three centuries of self-control, and now here I am, deep in the Pennsylvania wilderness, fist around my cock like a goddamn animal.
My shadows freeze. For a moment, they’re confused.
Then they tighten around my thighs and stomach.
One of the dramatic ones lashes out, snapping against a tree in sheer frustration, vibrating with the need to dosomething.
I raise a brow as the shadow recoils.
“Please. You’ve seen worse,” I growl in the darkness.
I could shift into my Umbraeth, which might relieve the pressure, but there’s no guarantee I’d shift back without a painful erection.
Besides, jerking off to thoughts of Aurora is far more satisfying.
I roughly stroke my cock, imagining all the ways I’ll make her mine.
How I’ll claim her with my mouth. My hands. My cock.
How I’ll leave no doubt that she belongs to me.
I ache for the sweet. But the darkness? I fucking need it.
Everything about Aurora calls to me in a way I can’t explain or even begin to understand.
It doesn’t take long before I come, her name on my lips.
My shadows wrap around me protectively, pulling tight.
Even now, I feel her.
That damned thread pulls—hard.
The farther I go, the emptier my chest feels.
But before I can return to her, I have to deal with my rabid sister and Renato’s broken toy.
Then I go home.
To her.
