“Do it,” I respond. “Come in me. Fill me.”
The mere thought of his thick load exploding inside of me, filling me so deeply, stuffing me full ofhim,sends me over the edge.
“Dayton!” I cry and grab my cock. It explodes over my chest, pulsating with spurts of heat.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and I nearly lose myself from the pure pleasure as his cock throbs, spilling his hot seed deep inside my body.
The stars spark out before me, and I stare blankly at the ceiling. I think a trail of spit drips down my chin, but I don’t care. Dayton pulls out and rolls off the bed, grabbing a cloth from the attached washroom. With an easy grin, he lies down beside me and starts mopping up my chest and backside.
Finally, he tugs me close and kisses the top of my head. As my hands wrap around him and graze down his back, I feel the puckered skin of the large scars there.
I shiver.
My beast almost came out tonight.
Rosie had been there. What if I’d hurt her? Or hurt Dayton again? Why does it feel like the wolf is getting stronger?
We’re running out of time.
“Hey, hey.” Dayton grabs my face and makes me look at him. “You’re shaking.”
I take a deep breath. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” My hands trail through his hair. “Your braids came out. I’ll redo them.”
“Tomorrow, pup.” Dayton gives a long yawn. Then his eyes narrow. “What does it feel like to you?”
“Hmm?”
“When we make love?”
I close my eyes and relive the experience in my head. How does one put euphoria into words? “It feels like starlight igniting my whole body. Like an empty place in my heart is being filled.”
“Is that so?” Dayton whispers.
I twist my head to look at him. “And for you?”
Storm clouds swirl in his eyes and for once, I think it’s happening. The walls are torn down. The moment is now.
But he just laughs and slaps my cheek playfully. “Feels like a fucking good lay.” Then he rolls over and plops his head on the pillow. “You should go back to your wing now.”
I lay there for one moment more. One moment to pretend.
Coward.
That’s what the Enchantress had called me.
As I change into my clothes, body sore and raw, I know in my heart she was right.
40
Rosalina
Keldarionheavesmeoffhis shoulder and onto his soft bed. I kick, tangling my legs in the sheets.
“How do you get the balls to—” I pause and bring the sheet to my nose. There’s the fresh smell of soap. “You actually had your sheets washed?”
Keldarion leans on the bedpost, ice chip eyes looking over me. “I have one night a month as a human. I want to make the most of it.”
Frowning, I push myself off the bed. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.”