Page 35 of Tethered Souls
“But not from the test,” I say slowly. “Because you know they don’t work; you just play into the whole neanderthal thing.”
“I don’tplayinto anything. You decided what I was, and I didn’t care to correct you.”
Sitting up fully, I scoff at him. “Youboughtme. In thetwenty-firstcentury. What was I supposed to think?”
“Your father sold you. Our Families are not so different.”
“Our women are allowed out of the kitchen.”
“You’re not in one now.”
“But I will be, won’t I? I’ll be expected to cook for you. Clean for you. Pop out babies with no dreams of my own.”
“And what do you dream for, Micha?”
I open my mouth, but my chest squeezes tight, and no words escape. He looks at me, waiting, and I swallow as I struggle to think about what I dream for. I want Lou to be safe, to have her own life, to pursue her dreams of going to college for a damn art degree. I dream of saving all the kids I agree to kill from the pain of knowing someone wanted them dead. I dream of there being a world that isn’t so full of death and despair. I dream of Dayne getting therapy for his childhood trauma even though I know he never will.
But none of those are dreams ofmine.
Because I’ve never really had the luxury to dream.
And he knows it.
I glance away, expecting him to call out my ignorance, to tease me for being so naive, to brag that he is right. But he doesn’t. He’s too busy grabbing my ass and hauling me up to his lips.
I cry out as he buries his face in my pussy. His tongue strokes me, long and slow, and my hips buck as I fall onto my back, my arms giving out, my breaths ragged and harsh as I let the sensations overwhelm me. To focus on the sex rather than what this moment almost became. My legs wrap around his head as his tongue sweeps between my lips, up and down repeatedly. Arching, I dig my hand into his hair and scream.
He takes his time just like he did in the car. Learning every inch of me, changing his pace and rhythm based on my cries, how they increase whenever he does something so fucking wicked. His licks start to build into a technique, a slow learning that has me shaking with need.
But despite how good it feels. Despite how much I want to come, I don’t. I can’t. The sensations are too different to what I’m used to.
Whimpering beneath his onslaught, I ride his face with my hand in his hair. He grips my ass and pushes me up the bed as he crawls onto it after me, keeping his head between my legs. My eyes slam shut as I try to chase that last high, that final explosion of stars that’ll knock me off my feet.
But it keeps dancing away.
And the harder I try to chase it, the faster it runs until I’m begging for it to take me, my entire body shaking like an addict out of reach of her needle.
A sharp nip on my pussy causes me to jerk up on my elbows. My gaze lowers to see his eyes burning hot. But not just with arousal...with jealousy.
The neanderthal is jealous I’min my own head.
“Relax,” he growls, but I hear the words he doesn’t say.You’re mine. This moment is mine. Your attention damn well be mine.
And fuck, do I find that hot.
My chest rising and falling rapidly, I hold his gaze as he lowers his head back to my pussy. He watches me as he eats me out, and my breath catches. My toes curl. My eyes grow half-hooded as the sensations of ecstasy come slamming back into me. But this time I don’t chase them. I don’t try to change this moment from what it is. An exploration of his tongue. A learning between two souls. A simple pleasure of licks and kisses and moans with no end goal in mind other than him tasting me.
My fingers tightening in his hair, I start to moan again. My breaths turn shallow and fast. My toes curling, I cry out as I arch back onto the bed. The sensations are building too strong, too heavily, but they still sit poised on that edge, denying me any relief. Tears fall down my cheeks as I rock my hips into him, as I squeeze my thighs around his head.
He pushes a finger inside me as he continues to lick my pussy, and my cries strengthen. Rise in pitch. My spasms increase. Then dear gods, he starts to growl, and those deep vibrationsdosomething to me.
Whimpering, I fuck his face as I toss my head side to side. His hips lift and press into the mattress as he starts to chase his own release.
A momentary relapse hits me, a feeling of shame that he might be able to come but I will not. I tense, and his teeth dig into me.
“Micha,” he growls as his finger fucks me faster. “I told you to relax.”
I start to tell him that’s not how relaxing works, but then his finger curls, and I can’t remember a damn thing I was going to say.
