His eyes flare wide at the sound. He mumbles a brief curse under his breath as his hands move with urgency. “Touch yourself,” Gideon groans. “Tell me how good it feels.”

I move my hands slowly from behind me, each movement deliberately meant to tease him and me. My fingers trail the hem of my dress until I’ve slipped them under, feeling how my panties have soaked just watching him. “I’m so wet,” I whisper as the tip of my finger slips around the elastic to my sopping, throbbing pussy.

The way he pins me with his gaze, the flaring hunger in his eyes as I touch myself in tandem with him, has my legs trembling. Inserting two fingers, I hook them forward to allow my clit to grind against the palm of my hand. The way my panties press my hand closer than I’m used to sends my body into overdrive. “It feels so fucking hot that you’re watching me… I’ve never done this before.”

“Don’t you dare look away,” he groans through gritted teeth. “I want to come with you, do you understand me?”

I can’t bring myself to look away from him, no matter how hard I try to. There’s something about the way his golden eyes stay locked on me that makes every moment feel more exhilarating. “Yes, sir.”

Each moan, each involuntary jerk of my body, matches his. Eye contact has never felt like this before—this intense or intimate. It’s as if he can see straight into the depths of my soul to hidden corners, I’m afraid to even explore.

“Fuck.” My knees tremble as my climax grows closer and closer. I’m on the edge of it, my pussy throbbing around my fingers, my moans growing needier. I want to come so badly, butI’m waiting for his permission. No—not permission. I’m waiting for his blessing.

Gideon’s eyes widen, and, in that moment, I see it, the flicker of realization that he’s close to coming. “Come for me, honey.” He barely gets the last word past his lips as his jaw tightens in a grunt. His golden eyes look wild as they pin me, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.

Gideon’s body arches upward, and his mouth gapes open, parting just enough to see his fangs. He’s wrecked and devastatingly gorgeous. As he comes, breathing out my name in a moan, he’s unfairly perfect-looking.

My orgasm follows immediately. The intensity of it sends my knees buckling, and I cry out his name as if it’s a mantra I’ve said a thousand times before. Stars dance in my vision as I force my eyes to remain solely on his.

“Holy fuck.”

Gideon’s eyes close briefly, and I feel the blush rise on my cheeks at the acknowledgment of what we both have just done. I masturbated with a snake man I hardly know, in a world made of monsters. Embarrassment threatens to overwhelm me until his eyes fall back on me, and at once I feel grounded again.

“Holy fuck is right,” he whispers, inhaling a deep breath before continuing, “I hope you don’t think less of me for what just happened…but I could smell your arousal. Fuck, Ruby…I felt like a beast took over.”

“No, I don’t think any less of you, if you don’t me.” My words are a tired murmur as a yawn stretches my mouth wide. Quickly, I try to cover it with my hand, but it’s too late. The weight of exhaustion hits me, and I realize just how drained I feel now that I’ve orgasmed. Without my phone, I have no idea how late it’s gotten, but the heavy pull of sleep does sound nice.

Gideon’s voice is tender. “We should get some sleep,” he mutters warmly enough that my heart stutters. “We have a lotto do tomorrow if we intend on getting you back home.” He glances at me for a moment longer than necessary, and I hear the concern in his voice, but there’s something else there that feels protective and affectionate. He cares about my wellbeing. It’s not about just resting but making sure I don’t overextend.

“Noodles needed out…” I yawn again and grumble, wondering where that mangy cat even went off to.

“Don’t worry.” Gideon gives me a soft smile. “I’ll take care of it. Sleep well, Ruby.”

Nodding, a smile tugs at my lips. “Thank you for everything.”

“It was a pleasure.”

I walk down the darkened hallway on autopilot, and my head is blissfully empty thanks to the surge of hormones that accompany an orgasm that intense. Swiftly, I pull my dress over my head, sliding back into the large bed. Tomorrow I’ll have more answers, but sleep comes first. I’ll worry about the rest tomorrow.

Iwake up to sunlight streaming through the windows. For a moment, I forget last night until I see Noodles curled up on the pillow beside me, and the wave of embarrassment washes over me.

“I can’t believe I did that, Noodles,” I whisper, stroking his back.

My cat opens his huge green eyes at the sound of my voice, and I swear I hear that same voice from last night tell me, “I can…”

“Did you talk to me?” I sit up straight in bed, staring at Noodles as if he’s going to grow two heads. Seconds stretch forever as I sit, patiently waiting for my old cat to say something snarky back to me. He doesn’t; instead, he meows at me impatiently by the door. I decide it’s for the best I get up; maybe I need coffee. Cats don’t talk, even in this world, right?

“I’m losing it,” I whisper, patting his head one last time.

Dragging myself out of bed, I realize the old dirty pair of underwear from yesterday and my sundress are my only options for clothing to wear. I feel disgusted by the idea, but that’s all I have. God, I’m going to meet one of his friends wearing days-old cum-soaked panties and a dress that smells like B.O.

As I open the bedroom door, the scent of something warm and earthy wafts through the air. It reminds me of coffee, but there’s a vague hint of something similar to nutmeg or cardamom too. When I step into the living room, Gideon is standing by the window, his back to me, looking out at the yard. In his hands, he holds a blue ceramic mug that he brings to his lips.

“Good morning,” I awkwardly say. What else do you even say?Thanks for letting me ruin my only pair of underwear. I hope the orgasm was good for you too?

Nope, not saying that.

Gideon turns with a small smile, his golden eyes soft in the early light. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”