“Do you?” he whispered, his breath so close to my ear, its warmth dropping down my neck.
“No…” I barely replied, my tone coming out in a shuddered breath.
“They would take her away…” his fingers reached my elbow and changed direction, going upwards on my skin to continue the slow torture.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, my mind was wrapped around those fingers. Literally. All I could think about, wanted to know, envisioned, was what those two fingers would do were they let loose on my body. How much torture and pleasure they would bring. How they felt like no one else, like nothing I had ever experienced.
“Far away, to a place where they could not be disturbed…” Gale continued, the pads of his fingers now closer to my shoulder. “And they would have their way with her,” his breath expelled, bringing my undoing. “They would fuck her. Senseless. Mercilessly. Until both of them had enough. Untilhehad enough.”
Oh my gosh…
As he spoke, Gale plastered his body on mine, letting me feel every hard, sculpted muscle. Letting me feel his growing erection. My heart jolted, my mind becoming strained by the urgent need, the deep desire billowing inside of me.
“Is that what you want, muffin? You want me to fuck you?” His voice pierced through every nerve, caressed every feeling I ever had, all the unsatisfied nights where my mind could not help me reach the pleasure I so desperately needed.
I knew he would do it; I knew he would be so good at it too…
“Yes...” my mouth released a moan, my head tilting to catch more of his arduous breath, offering my neck to him.
I heard a low snarl, a male grumble filled with satisfaction. Gale pressed his erection to my ass, letting me feel all of him and I— what the hell was I doing?
“No!” I finally reacted, stepping away to sew distance in between us. “Get the fuck away from me,” I shouted, pressing my hands into fists to force them back to reality, to get blood pumping back to my brain.
“Muffin…” he tilted his head with a smirk, as if to tell me that my reaction had been more than obvious, flagging my betrayal.
“If you ever touch me again, I will kill you,” I groaned, stepping even further away from him, and circling the table to escape the closed space.
“There is no need to be like this,” he spoke, his voice suddenly even and uncaring.
“Take your fucking food and leave me the fuck alone,” I barely uttered. My legs stepped away on their own accord, distancing me from the temptation, from my doom. What in the gods name had I been thinking?
“Muffin...” Gale frowned, suddenly surprised by my reaction.
“I said stay the fuck away,” I raised a finger in warning, my other hand touching the wall in search of the door handle. As soon as I found it, I turned it and shoved myself in the bedroom, putting my body back to safety and turning the lock.
I started shaking, wide tears pricking my eyes and finding their way down my face while my hands tried to scratch away the caress of his fingers, shoving my fingernails so deep into my skin that I drew blood.
I did not know how much time had passed, how long I stood there, shaking and hating myself for what I wanted, for the way I lost myself, my goal, my purpose and my mission, when a knock on the door came to stop my breath in my chest.
“I made dinner,” the fae announced through the door. No doubt some sort of peace offering or plan to get me out and exercise more of his magic on me.
He knocked again, making the same announcement but I held my breath, terrified that he would find a way inside, that he would come in and make me lose control once more.
Finally, his steps echoed away from the door, which remained shut for the rest of the night.
Last night claimed my nightmares with a vengeance. Every time I closed my eyes I saw images of Gale, of his muscles, of the way his back tensed while lifting those weights, of his breath across my skin and those fingers that had raised more feeling inside of me than any man lately.
Needless to say, rest did not find me easily. I twisted and turned, my skin too hot to be touched by the soft cotton cover. I felt needy and lit up, new sensations snaking down my belly and in between my thighs. I even considered taking care of that need myself, but I did not want to cause any more trouble for future me. It was public knowledge that fae had incredible senses, so I did not want to put myself in a situation where he would know what I had to do to shake away his effect.
My morning shower took longer than usual, due to a second scraping of my skin demanded by my anxiety to face him again. I needed to feel fresh and brand new, I had to battle away and become immune to the effect he had on me. So extra hot water that turned my skin pink proved to be a great remedy.
By the time I opened the bedroom door to let myself into the home gym, a cloud of steam followed me, along with heart palpitations caused by the prolonged exposure to heat.
Following last night’s tradition, I did not say a word or even look in the direction of the gym and headed straight into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Instinct forced me to look behind my shoulder once or twice to make sure no one suddenly appeared there.
After the first few sips of coffee woke up some more of my senses, I headed to the fridge with the hope to still find something left from the night before. When the fridge door pulled open and the light appeared, I almost dropped my coffee mug.
All the groceries were fitted neatly into the small fridge, sorted into categories and colours, making it look as if it belonged to a fancy restaurant. The meats were piled up together, sorted into cuts and types along with sauces, bread and more bits, all enticing and making my stomach grumble.