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Another curse hissed through my brain, and I reached out, coming into direct, lingering contact with her skin. She was silk beneath my fingertips, softer than anything I’d felt, the redness of my prints warm and delicious as sunshine. I took my time caressing over her backside, staring at the wetness seeping down the insides of her thighs.
The cells in my body vibrated, my subconscious insisting I touch her there. Slide my fingers through her wet folds, stroke deep into her slick channel until she climaxed.
Holding tight to my restraint, I removed my hand, hauled off, and whacked her again, teeth clenched.
Ashley whimpered, a sheen of sweat dampening her skin. She trembled against the bench, and I selfishly leaned in close, allowing my straining dick to brush against her thigh since leather separated our skin. “Tell me what you need, Ashley.”
“I—I…” She swallowed and moaned, pressing against my dick, dark strands of hair sticking to her sweaty face.
“Ashley,” I growled, forcing myself to move away.
“More pain, Master,” she whispered and licked over her lower lip. “Please make me come.”
Every muscle in my body tense and straining, I gave her what she asked for, turning her cheeks a deeper shade of red.
She bucked against the bench, weeping, but didn’t safeword or attempt to escape the blows I rained down on her sweet ass.
The musky scent of her arousal permeated the air, mixing with her natural vanilla in my nose. I lusted to taste, to plunder, barely managing to keep myself restrained from devouring her like a ravenous animal. The furthest reaches of my soul pushed to claim, mark, and own. Like a beast waking from a deep slumber, craving attempted to take over my brain, insisting I do all three.
Ashley cried out, shuddering with her climax before my body caved to its need.
Another rush of pre-cum slid along my left thigh, and I hissed, rubbing over the welts on her backside as she came down from her release, trembling—and not crying.
Our scene had ended.
But a newly awakened, unnamable part of me roared for satisfaction.
Chapter 9
Dolyn
I watched as Vanni brought my mate release and caressed over skin he had no right to touch.
And strangely, I did. Not. Care.
Jealousy should have roused my beast from his purring delight into raging fire and brimstone. I should have burned the sky rise to the ground until nothing but glowing embers and ash remained as I took to the sky, my female clutched to my chest.
Instead, I sat camouflaged, my cock hard and aching inside my jeans, eyes riveted on the gorgeous sight of Vanni gifting my female pleasure without a single touch between her thighs.
He’d done the same to me.
Growling beneath my breath, I pressed down on my shaft, thrusting into my grip.
I’d decided to continue my pursuit slowly and only reveal myself from a distance to Ashley to see how the sight of me would affect her—if at all.
She’d felt my stare and had taken note of where I’d stood outside the cafe for nearly two hours watching her eat, attempt to read, and keep an eye on me. I hadn’t yet felt ready to approach and enter the cafe and realized she might be uncomfortable with a man starting at her for so long. But she hadn’t appeared unsettled by my presence or my focus being solely on her.
The same dog that had come across me on my first night in New York had found me again, keeping me company as I watched.
Once she’d exited the establishment, I’d made myself disappear from sight so I could loom closer. Sniff her. Follow feet away as she walked Manhattan’s sidewalks. The filthy dog had trailed after me, loyal even though we’d only just met. His presence had made my heart ache, and I promised myself I would look after him as soon as I could.
Rather than go to the subway as she always did at the end of the workday, Ashley entered the building I’d followed Vanni into earlier in the day.
Once more, I’d been forced to leave my new K-9 friend behind in pursuit of my female. Even knowing her destination and who she intended to see, I hadn’t been jealous. Simply curious and a whole lot turned on.
Ashley had been aware of my presence the entire elevator ride upward, going so far as to ask who I was once she thought she was alone. I could have appeared out of thin air and answered, but she would have freaked for sure. I couldn’t have any fear consume her from my presence. Instead, I stayed close, following her like a lost puppy straight into the women’s locker room where she continued to act unbothered by my presence, which she most certainly took note of.
As though feeling my stare like a caress, she’d watched the corner of the changing area where I leaned against the wall, my body vibrating with need to lower my walls and allow my inner beast the joy of scenting her again.
