Page 16 of Confused AF
Fuck, I wasstarvedfor him. I didn’t want to just claim him. I wanted to consume him, to feast on him. I wanted to brand him from the inside out and imprint myself on his soul.
He had awoken feelings within me I didn’t recognize, and the intensity of those emotions both thrilled and terrified me. With every stroke of his tongue against mine, I felt myself falling, sinking deeper into the bond that flickered between us.
The world narrowed to the slip and slide of our mouths, to the scrape of teeth and the heat where our bodies pressed tightly together. The world faded, and time itself seemed to fracture, splintering into a thousand tiny shards that held us suspended in this one perfect fragment.
Otto clung to my shoulders, his nails biting through the fabric, grounding me even as my mind hurtled off the edge of reason. When he jerked his mouth away to pant for air, his warm breath coming in harsh gasps against my jaw, I didn’t let him go far.
Desperate to keep him close, to make the moment stretch into eternity, I tangled my fingers in his hair, giving him only a moment to recover before claiming his mouth again. There was nothing gentle in the way I kissed him now. Only hunger, need, and the understanding that nothing else in the world mattered except him.
Otto gave back in equal measure, matching my passion as he arched into every touch, every caress. As he writhed against me, I felt my control unraveling, the threads snapping one by one until only raw instinct and primal hunger remained.
Lost in his taste, in the warmth of his body, when he shoved at my chest, I didn’t immediately understand what he wanted. I didn’t think he intended to push me away, but I took a step back anyway.
Even now, half-crazed and clinging to sanity, his comfort and happiness came first.
The interruption, however, brought with it a moment of clarity. Gods, I wanted him, craved him, but not like this. Not hurried and fumbling in a dark conference room where anyone could walk in on us.
So, when he fisted the front of my blazer and tried to reverse our positions, I captured his wrists and flexed my tail to pull him flush against my chest.
“Not here,” I said, echoing my words from earlier. “Not now.”
Eyes dazed, lips swollen, he stared up at me like a debauched angel, making it difficult to hold on to my convictions. This wasn’t just about location, though, but about timing.
In hindsight, I could see the signs, the little indications that we had always been heading in this direction. For Otto, however, going from light flirting to fully mated had happened almost instantly. It had to be overwhelming, confusing, and I didn’t want him to decide something now that he would end up regretting later.
“I’m not saying no, and I’m sure as hell not saying I don’t want you.” I tucked a knuckle under his chin, tilting his head up to rub our lips together in reassurance. “I’m saying let’s slow down.”
“I thought…” He trailed away, and his eyes darted around the room before coming to land on mine again. “I don’t understand.”
“I know.” Sighing, I hooked an arm around his neck and dragged him into my arms, wrapping him in comfort and security. “And that’s kind of my point. Everything feels urgent right now, like you can’t even think straight. Am I right?”
He hesitated only briefly before bobbing his head, his cheek rubbing against my shoulder. “I kind of feel like I’m going to die.”
Dramatic, but a fairly apt description. “I want you to be sure because there’s no going back. I don’t want just one night with you, Otto.” I licked my lips and took a steadying breath. “I want forever.”
Lifting his head, he leaned back, his gaze searching mine in the darkness. “That’s what—”
I silenced him with another kiss. “Don’t say anything right now. Just think about it.”
He stared at me for a long time, his expression a mixture of confusion and defiance, before finally dipping his head. “Okay. I’ll think about it, but I can’t go back to the way things were.”
“No,” I agreed, sliding my hand along his jaw to cradle his face. “I don’t want that either.”
“Good.” He exhaled in relief and tilted his head, nuzzling against my palm. “And once I decide—”
“I’ll be right here waiting.”
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~ Otto ~
“Thankyouagainforagreeing to reschedule.”
I smiled and waved my hand to show it hadn’t been any trouble. “Honestly, it worked out better this way.”
And not just because I had been preoccupied with Vaden’s tongue down my throat. Although I would definitely consider it a contributing factor.
“I’d love to have you on the channel again. Maybe in a couple of months?”
