Page 54 of Feral Guardian
He wants to protect me, but he wants me to be able to protect myself, too. He’s always wanted that. But why? I’m everything to him, but he won’t tell me why.
“Beg for it.”My fantasy Alastair comes back to me unbidden.
Fucker.
Heat rolls through my veins and peaks between my thighs. I roll to the side and pin my hands between my knees. His warmth radiates through the sheet we share that he tucked under me, placing a tiny barrier between us. It’s cold, but not so cold I could make the excuse of cuddling next to him. The heat of the springs keeps the stones warm under our tent, and it’s quite reasonable. It is lumpy though, and a little sharp.
Those aren’t any of the reasons I’m not sleeping. I’m exhausted, but the thought of Alastair being so close, laying here, sleeping…something’s wrong with me. That’s what it is. No one else would be aroused by Alastair sleeping so close to them.
And they’d be fools.
I close my eyes and plead for this torture to end.
If I justhandle things, I’ll be able to sleep.
My hand slides up my inner thigh and rests on the mound of my pelvis. I sigh into the contact and my nipples tighten under my shirt. Gods, I shouldn’t do this.
But here I go anyway.
There’s something exciting about the idea that Alastair might catch me. I think he may have earlier today, too. I wonder if he liked what he saw.
I imagine him watching me with hungry eyes as I touch myself for him, and my hand begins to move. The tension in my stomach ratchets immediately, and I give a quiet whimper. I rock myhips into my hand, squeezing my thighs tighter as I fantasize Alastair pulling out his cock and stroking himself to me.
“Is this what you like?”Alastair asks, his hand pumping up and down his shaft raggedly.“Naughty princess. Dreaming of me while I’m right beside you.”
I know.I whimper again, biting down on my lip to keep quiet.
He smirks, his chest muscles tensing.“Do you wish I would wake up and take over, putting my hand where yours is?”
Yes.
“Make yourself come, princess. Come right beside me.”
My muscles seize and I shut my eyes tightly against my release. A scream claws at the walls of my throat, eager to burst forth, but I swallow it back. My body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure bursts through me.
“Princess,” Alastair rumbles next to me and I freeze. “You’re shaking. Are you cold?”
I swallow. I don’t know if I can speak without sounding like a woman who’s just gotten herself off on her hand. “I’m fine.”
He lifts the blanket off his side and wraps it over me. “The bear hide will be dry tomorrow and we can use it.”
“I said I’m fine.” I pick the sheet up and place it back over him.
Alastair takes a deep breath through his nose and a soft red glow burns in his eyes. He grabs my wrist before I can pull back. My heart thunders and I stay very still as I see the glint of my arousal on my fingers in the darkness.
He closes his eyes and inhales deeply again, a groan building in his chest. “Why do you torment me?”
My voice is small in my ears. “I’m not trying to.”
His eyes snap open, their red glow so powerful I feel stricken beneath their gaze. He pulls my fingers to his lips, like he might lick them clean. My sex clenches and my nipples ache.
“Please,” he utters. “Do not masturbate in the tent with me again.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
His eyes burn bright, and then his tongue flicks out, wrapping around my fingers. He sucks them into his mouth, grazing each tip with his teeth. I whimper at the sensual awakening he’s given me.
He closes his eyes like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. His hum vibrates up my arm as he drags my fingers through his mouth. They pop out of his mouth and his eyes snap open. Their red glow is so powerful, I know his magus ability must be swirling right beneath the surface of his skin.
