Page 48 of Flagrant Foul
A raw, rasping breath drags me from my stupor. My head jerks, and I look at the doorway in time to see a long, lupine shadow spilling into my room.
A seismic wave hits me and forces a savage groan from under my sternum. I don’t try to hold it back. I can’t. My legs tense, knees locking and toes curling as my hips start thrusting in time with my hand.
The shadow on the floor doesn’t move, it doesn’t budge or stir, but I hear it breathing. The soft sound of air entering the lungs of the man I love, and leaving him again.
It’s not much, but it’s enough. More than enough. I feel Sev in the air around me. His skin and his hair. He’s fluid, like a phantom. Like the thing I’ve fantasized about every single goddamn time I’ve ever touched myself.
This time is different though. He’s here. He’s real, and he’s watching me.
I stroke once more and come so hard that flashes of orange and black light up the ceiling.
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Sev Delorean
Damn.
Talk about making mistake after mistake. What was I thinking going to my room so soon after Teddy told me he was going to jack off? After everything that’s happened since I moved in, I should have known that if he says he’s going to do something, he’s going to fucking do it.
I meant to go to my room and get ready for bed. I did. I swear. I didn’t really think he’d be jerking off yet, and I definitely didn’t think he’d actually leave the door open. I meant to walk down the hall quickly and take a left into my room, but I heard him before I got to my door. It sounded like he was struggling. Suffering. Tiny littleuh, uh, uhsounds found me.
It sounded like he was in pain.
And if there’s one thing on this Earth I can’t tolerate, it’s Teddy in pain. My legs carried me to his doorway without my consent. My arms were heavy. Thoughtsmolasses slow as I stood at the door with my eyes closed, willing myself to turn around and walk in the other direction. I couldn’t move. I tried, but I couldn’t. I physically couldn’t.
I kept my eyes closed for as long as I could. I swear I did.
It wasn’t until the last second that I opened them. Until his soft moans grew loud and full-bodied.
He was more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. Skin pale against his dark bed sheets. So much skin. God. There was skin everywhere. His abs were engaged, a deep grid stamped onto his belly with each breath he took. He was stroking hard. Bicep and forearm clenching. Teeth too. His lips were pulled back, canines fully exposed.
He looked like something straight from my dreams. He looked like the beginning and end of the world. When he came, he said my name.
I swear to God, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.
I’m in bed now, hands and spine shaky, typing and deleting message after message to his brother.
Nate, I don’t know what to do. I’m in deep shit here, bro.
I don’t know how much longer I can avoid this.
What if I swear on my life I won’t hurt him?
Nathan, please.I can’t lose you.
I’m fucking exhausted, and I can’t find a single hair tie in this whole goddam apartment. I’ve searched my room, the bathroom, under all the cushions on the couch—and nothing. They’ve all fucking disappeared.
Teddy wanders into the living room fresh-faced and pink-cheeked. He looks well rested. Ready for another hellish day of tormenting me. He goes over to say good morning to Ragnar, and when he turns his back on me, I notice what he’s wearing.
“Are you wearing my jersey?” I ask dumbly. The jersey is black with orange embellishments and hasDeloreanand the number sixty-nine emblazoned on it. There’s only one jersey in the league like it, and it’s mine.
He smiles and offers Ragnar a pellet. Ragnar’s fins fan out and flutter. Light hits him and makes his scales shimmer. He’s an asshole, but Teddy’s right. He’s a beautiful asshole. “Yep.”
“Why?”
He puts the fish food down and looks at me over his shoulder, shaking his head at what a dumbass I am. “Because, Sev”—he lifts the trim of the V-neck, coveringthe bottom half of his face and inhales deeply—“it smells like you and”—he inhales again, this time like an addict who’s gone too long without a fix—“I like it.”
I rub my palms hard on my jeans, hoping the roughness will soothe the savage burn Teddy’s words have stoked in me. It doesn’t. Heat flares under my skin. My blood boils. My mind goes blank.
