Page 58 of Cryptic Dreams
“Bah.” Wraith waves me off with his free hand. “I couldn’t give a shite if I tried. An audience won’t stop me from appreciating my mate and her profound beauty.”
Swoon level one hundred and fifty.
But that doesn’t mean it’s ok for him to rub his dick in the middle of this high-end shop.
“On the contrary, love. I can do whatever the bloody hell I like because of who I am, and while I typically do not pull theI’m a Descendant and next High Elder card, I will right fucking now.”
My eyes drop to his crotch when he squeezes his cock in a way that perfectly outlines that gigantic appendage, and in a way that has me rubbing my thighs together for all the reasons.
“Especially since I can scent you.” Wraith’s eyes darken as he watches me. “Since I can hear your thoughts, hear the way you compliment Excalibur… ” Another hard stroke as he arches one of his dark white brows. “And the way you seem to enjoy watching me.”
I do.
I’mreallyenjoying the way Wraith is essentially jerking off with his pants on and it makes me wish he’d take them off so I could see everything.
“Christ,” he groans. “You’d watch, yeah? Want to see me stroke my cock to nothing but your goddess-like body, your breathtaking angel face? Watch until I explode, would you, love?”
I just nod because,yes please.
I may not have any experience with this sort of thing, nothing to compare it to or even have a clue about what to do in this situation, but I can say without a doubt that I definitely want to watch that. That I’dliketo watch that, especially knowing it’s me that has Wraith all hot and bothered.
“Constantly, Zephyr. You have me constantlyhot and botheredand knowing you have a touch of voyeur in you adds to it.” His hand moves to his belt and unbuckles it before he barks, “Out.”
I blink and then frown, but only for a second because the female who helped me pick out the dresses I still have to try on, as well as the one behind the counter, both all but run toward the back of the shop and disappear through a door.
Wraith pops the button on his fly and unzips slowly. “While we will work up to playing on your untapped kink, I find I’d like this first time in public to be a little more intimate. You can tell me to stop, love, and I will.” His hand slips into the front of his pants where he very clearly cups his balls. “But I know you don’t want me to.”
I shake my head and whisper, “No.”
“Good girl.”
Then, oh my god, then his dick is out and it isbigand it islovely. But it is also very intimidating because Jesus, how can one male keep something like that hidden in his pants?
Wow.
Again, I have nothing to compare it to since the only penises I’ve seen were my cousins’—totally on accident and I did not look long enough to do anything but vomit—and while I know vampire males areblessed, Wraith’s dick has to be a miracle of divine creation.
He chuckles before he groans again, his big hand stroking up his long length. “Amiracle of divine creation, yeah? A bloke could get used to a title such as that.”
“I’m sure,” I say as I swallow hard, my eyes glued to his movements.
Slow and steady. Tight. Every time Wraith’s fist reaches the head of his cock, he squeezes harder, then runs his thumb through the precum and drags it back down to the root. He’s not making any noise, none except for the labored and harsh breaths that cause his chest to expand and contract, and even though I’m not looking at them, his eyes haven’t left my face once.
This is the single hottest thing to ever happen to me and I’m not even participating.
And it’s happening with my mate, who is a Descendant, because he—
“Definitely wants you, love.” Wraith’s free hand finishes untucking his shirt, his deft fingers unbuttoning the bottom few buttons. “Your mate, who is a Descendant, definitely wants you, definitely needs you, and most definitely bloody loves you.”
Butterflies explode in my stomach, their wings flapping so hard they send tingles rippling through every bit of my lower belly—my pussy that is so wet my arousal is officially running down my thighs. I’m so turned on it hurts. So turned on that I physicallyneedWraith, need him in a way I’ve never even wanted anyone else. A way that seemed impossible and pointless before now.
He opens his shirt to the naval, just enough to reveal more abs than I’ve ever seen in real life, the hard muscle covered in so much flawless smooth ivory skin. His fingers slide over every ridge, pulling my eyes to that delicious V peeking out over the barely exposed line of his hips. Wraith’s hand travels further and his strokes pick up pace as he cups his balls before squeezing them, something I only know based on the movement under the expensive fabric covering them.
And it’s that exact moment when I realize I’m the one holding the power right now.
Wraith may have decided to do this, may have started this entirely on his own, but he’s given me complete control. I could have stopped it at any point, and could change it if I wanted to. I’m the one that can still change this, can still stop it or take it further and it’s because he is trying to prove everything he’s been saying since breakfast.
Wraith is trying to show me I’m not who I think I am and he’s trying to prove he’s worthy of whoever that female is. And he is confirming that by meeting my eyes as they lift to his, then sucking that full bottom lip between his teeth with an arch of one perfect brow.
