Page 11 of Fritillaria

It breaks my heart that she may not come to me with open arms.

Chapter 10

Ivy

There’s not much in the fridge. With everything going on with this ‘mate’ business, and my inability to write a single decent piece of music, I haven’t had time to think about groceries.

My freezer has a single, sad microwave meal for one, and that’s what I decide to go with.

I understand why he came to see me today, but Aspis has turned everything on its head. I stab my fork through the cellophane covering on the meal, thinking about how trapped I feel about all of this. It’s no hard feelings towards him, I’m sure he’s just doing what is culturally normal for him.

He does seem to be respecting my wishes as well. I didn’t see or hear a peep from him after I told him to leave the studio.

I’m getting what I wanted. So why do I feel so weird about it?

I quickly shovel down my food and get ready for bed, trying to think about anything other than the handsome male.

My cool silk sheets do nothing to cool me down, and I lower the AC temperature in the hopes that it will do something to help this flush. A shiver runs its way down my spine, my arm hairs standing on end and my nipples growing taught.

When the heat starts to concentrate in my core, I realize what is happening. Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve had a visceral reaction like this. I’ve been too focused on work to even give a second thought to my sex life.

Fuck, I just wanted to have a quick meal and go to sleep.

Rifling through my bedside drawer, I pull out a simple vibrator. One quick orgasm and I’ll be done.

I grab my headphones and put on one of the audios that normally gets me off. It’s a rough Dom voice, the deep tones chiding me for being a bratty girl. Stripping out of my short lived pajamas, I get cozy in the covers and listen to the audio in my headphones.

It’s less what he’s actually saying, and more so the texture of his voice that normally sets me off.

Hardly listening to the audio, my body still responds, but my mind wanders to the striking male that’s been plaguing me. Switching on the vibrator, I spread my pussy and gently tap it against my clit, the zing of pleasure shooting up my spine as I cry out.

My head lolls back as I tap it again, my back arching off the bed, teasing myself to build closer to the edge. It drives me crazy, teasing myself like this. But I know my body and what gets me off quickest.

The audio is irritating, grating on my nerves. For the first time this guy is just not doing it for me. I can’t help but remember Aspis earlier, when he lowered his voice and told me I was his mate.

Fuck. Just the memory of his voice is enough to push me over the edge.

Shame flushes over me. I can’t tell him to leave me alone and then fucking masturbate to him in the same day.

I can’t do this.I don’t want him.

I’m not sleepy at all like I normally would be after an orgasm. No, my mind is still racing through thoughts of him.

God, I hadn’t realized until I met him that he was a Naga. The glittering scales along his snake tail are mesmerizing. What would it feel like to have him wrap me up in that tail, to fully constrict me? When he raised himself to his full height…

My clit is pulsing with need again at the thought.

This is going to be a long night.

I try to think of anything else as I set the vibrator to a higher level and turn over. I shove a cushion beneath me and grind against it, the vibrations pushing into me as I writhe.

Matilda fills my mind, my brain conjuring up a delectable image. I’m grinding on her leg as she kisses me, our boobs pushed together, hands tangled in each other’s hair. In my mind’s eye, I grip onto her horns and tug on her hair as we find our pleasure in each other.

A second, more powerful orgasm rushes over me in a wave, a gush escaping me and covering my pillow.

Shit. I’ve never made myself squirt on my own before.

Chapter 11

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