“Yes…” She nodded her head emphatically. She moaned out the first question, not wasting a single second. “What is the meaning of your snake and scorpion tattoo?” Her glossy eyes landed on my hand between her legs.
The other night, she’d asked me to tell her something real about myself, and I couldn’t. This was her testing the waters, starting with an easy question.
I slowly dragged my thumb through her wetness. She gripped the side of the sink, trying to steady herself. I traced my way from her clit to her pussy with my finger. “It’s a reminder that certain people can’t resist their true natures, and only predators survive in this world.”
“And by certain people, you mean…witches?” She gasped as I shoved a finger inside. Her pussy clenched around it. She was impossibly tight, and my dick screamed to be inside her. This game might actually kill me. Could you die from being too hard for too long?
“Yeah.” I nodded.
I added a second finger and then a third, entranced as she fought the building pleasure of her orgasm.
“What do you think happened to the girl we found in the river?” she asked, trying to squirm away from my touch.
“She was murdered,” I said. I took pity on Lyra and slowed my pace. Slowly sliding my fingers in and out of her.
“I know that.” She bit out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“You didn’t let me finish.” I needed Lyra to remove the collar, now more than ever. Whatever was happening, I couldn’t keep her in the dark anymore. She deserved the truth. “I think the girl was a sacrifice. An offering to appease the magic flowing beneath the town.”
“Who do you think killed the girl in the river?” she managed to ask, muscles tensing.
“Devin.”
“But you think,” Lyra moaned midsentence, unable to control herself. “It has something to do with Veda, too.”
“Yes, I think…” I took a steadying breath before continuing. “Veda is somehow responsible.”
I pumped my finger faster and crooked it slightly until I found the spot. I drew small circles around her clit, and she trembled with need. She asked the last question as she slammed her eyes shut, dangerously close to losing the game.
“Why?” Lyra screamed out. Panting as she tried to catch her breath.
“Because she’s tried this before, but she was hung before she could finish.” I wish I could swallow the words back down. They were sharp and rough, prying at something raw.
“Did you love her?” She forced her eyes to meet mine.
I applied more pressure to her sensitive spot at the question. Wanting to punish her for asking it. She writhed and bucked, moaning at the pressure.
“Yes. At least, I thought I did. But I’m starting to learn that wasn’t love.”
“I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside me.” Her entire body vibrated. “Please…Grey.” She was shamelessly grinding against my hand. I’d reduced her to a desperate mess of nerves.
I undid my belt, and my pants fell to the floor. Teasing Lyra to the brink of insanity was as close to heaven as I’d ever get.
“Are you going to be a good girl and stay very still?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
I fisted my cock, bringing it to her throbbing pussy, and rubbed the head between her wetness, coating myself in her desire. I flicked it back and forth. Once. Twice. That was all it took to have her nearly coming.
We both watched as I shoved inside. She bucked but my hands flew to her hips, keeping her in place.
“What did I just tell you.”
“I’m sorry. Please,” she begged.
“Sorry for what?” I ask, pulling out to the tip.
“For not—fuck—listening.” She groaned.
