Shewouldmeet her masked man again, who would lead her deeper into exploring the world of kinky sex, fulfilling her every filthy desire, and addicting her to it. Addicting her to him. Then, and only then, would I remove the mask and expose that it’s me.
My cock is rock-hard—it has been since I saw her sleeping naked. I rise to my feet. I’ve never had a somnophilia kink, even though some of my partners in the past loved the thought of being played with and fucked while they slept.
I wouldn’t cross that line with Leeva because she hadn’t given me permission to touch her while she slept.
She also hadn’t given me permission to break into her suite and stare at her while she slept naked, either.
So, yeah, I’m not exactly an upstanding citizen, but there are lines I won’t cross, especially with her. However, in the future, if she gives me the green light for free use, well…then that’s an entirely different situation.
I might not be willing to touch her right now, but I’m a morally gray motherfucker who is filthy as hell, remembering how shereacted at Hedon when I told her I wanted to paint her skin with my cum, and I plan to mark her in the only way I can right now.
The sound of my zipper pulling down fills the room, and I pause to make sure she doesn’t wake. Then I pull out my rigid cock and rub my hand over the head, smearing the pre-cum before I start to aggressively fist my cock. Staring down at her, I imagine her waking and seeing the man from the club wearing the wolf mask doing this. Then I imagine, after her fear and shock subside, how she wraps those pouty lips around me and gags while I fuck her mouth.
Christ.
Staring down at her, I remember last night. I remember her lust when I told her what I planned to do with her riding the Sybian Saddle. I remember every moment of touching her, sinking into her, thrusting into her.Fuckingher. The way she came so beautifully for me. The way she squeezed and convulsed around my cock.
Goddamn, I need to fuck her bare. I need to feel my cum jet deep inside her as she convulses around me. I need to see it dripping out of her.
And I need to see my cum on her creamy skin. Right now.
I move closer to the bed as my orgasm rushes toward me, not wanting a drop of my cum to miss hitting her skin. It erupts in spurts, and I watch as it lands on her tits and neck.
Such a gorgeous canvas. So fucking perfect.
Biting back my groan, I slide my hand along my length, squeezing to ensure I get every drop of cum onto her perfect skin. I shudder at the pleasure that continues to ripple through me as I stare down at her.
Tucking myself back into my jeans, I zip them up, then bend over Leeva. Gently, I dip my fingers into the mess on her skin and smear it around. I rub it over her tits, her stomach, up herneck, and even on her face, rubbing it in like moisturizer and covering as much of her as possible.
Lifting my fingers to her lips, I gently press them into her mouth. “Suck me clean, siren,” I order quietly.
“Hayes,” she whispers again in her sleep, making my heart kick painfully, then her mouth closes around my fingers, and her tongue swirls to get the last of my cum.
I pull my fingers out and lean down, pressing my lips to hers. I give my first kiss to her. And it feels so fucking right. Her mouth moves slightly under mine, responding and filling my soul with joy.
“Soon, Leeva,” I murmur against her lips. “Soon you’ll know it’s me. But until then, your masked wolf will see you again, siren.”
Then I stand, leaving her sleeping and marked with my cum. It will be dry by the time she wakes, but primal, deviant satisfaction fills me at the thought that it will still be there, covering her.
Before I leave, though, I plant the bugs I also stole from Digits’ top-tier tech supplies, planting one in her bedroom and one in the outer area of her suite. They’ll give me both audio and visual footage.
Once I test that the feed is coming through to my phone, I silently leave, ensuring the door is locked tight behind me.
Chapter 16
Leeva
Thefogfrommymigraine medication has finally worn off, and I slowly sit up in bed, testing whether that excruciating, vice-like pain will return. When it doesn’t, I sigh in relief that I had caught it early enough with the medication to keep it from ruthlessly hanging on.
My stomach growls loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything yesterday. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, not moving too quickly, so my body has time to adjust. But I pause with a frown.
Why does the side of my neck hurt?It stings like the skin is irritated.
And my breasts, upper chest, neck, and face all feel like I have something on my skin. When I run my hand over the areas, though, I don’t feel anything.
“Maybe a weird side effect of the medication? Great,” I grumble, and stand from the bed and pad across the room to the ensuite.
Still light-sensitive from the migraine, I wince at the brightness when I turn on the lights, dimming them quickly.
