Page 94 of Lost Girl

"Don't stop. So close," I warn him, shivering as pleased groans meet my ears.

"Are you playing with yourself right now, little wolf?"

"Yes.”

His chest drops to my back, hand threading in my hair, pulling my head back. "Filthy,” a decadent growl. “Absolutely filthy."

"It's so good, though."

"Mmm, you are. Delicious. Tight." Another thrust that leaves me fluttering around him.

"Oh, God."

"Getting closer?"

"So close..."

"Don't hold back, you hear me? I wanna hear you fall apart for me,” he growls.

“So damn—”

The front door slams open, then the bedroom door. Tavi and I both still, gasping as a draft rolls in with a strong gust. I can't hear footsteps. In fact, I can't hear anything at all other than the irregular sound of my breathing.

"Who-who's there?" I ask Tavi, wondering why the hell he hasn't moved.

But I'm not given an answer.

"Tavi, who's there?" I repeat adamantly.

I'm waiting for that reply, eyes latched onto the door, when something tells me to look back. It's not a voice resounding within the house, it's in my head. Much like the whisper, I can't ignore it—so I look back, and what awaits me is the very last thing I expected.

The. Very. Last.

I never thought I'd scream with such crippling fear when it comes to Tavi, but I do.

He's motionless, just staring at me, every inch of his eyes black—a demonic black. He's still hard when I scramble off him to the other side of the bed, too, the head glistening with my arousal.

What in the actual fuck is happening right now?

I don't know whether to be more alarmed by him or by the fact that I can move.

I can move!

This is new, unlike all the other times.

Grabbing the sheet, I move all the way to the wall, eyeing the door. I can't run, I don't think I'll make it. He doesn't seem sparked by my sudden withdrawal, still doing nothing but staring at me, but that could change any minute now.

"You can't just stay there, though."

There it is.

I knew it was coming. A situation this fucked wouldn't be complete without the whisper.

Don't worry, I'm not going to bother asking who they are this time. We're not getting that answer any time soon, friends.

"You have to leave, Wendy. Run."

The idiot in me listens, eyes cutting to the door, heart thrashing in my chest. What would happen if I just took a step?

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