Page 21 of Spared
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I cry out, body shaking as I ride out wave after wave of bliss.
Matty roars my name as he follows me over the edge, hips stuttering and cock pulsing as he buries himself deep. Warmth floods my insides, our panted breaths mingling in the space between us as we fight to catch our breath. My body hums with pleasure, still tingling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
I’m not sure I’ve ever come that hard in my life.
No, I’mpositiveI’ve never come that hard.
Holy fuckingshit.
My dazed eyes flutter open to meet his as I slowly start to come back down to earth, and we stay locked there for a long moment, chests rising and falling in tandem.
Then the happy little lust bubble we’re inhabiting abruptly pops.
The laundry room door bursts open, a startled gasp echoing through the small space. We both whip our heads around, springing apart on instinct, but not before we catch a fleeting glimpse of dark hair as whoever just caught us makes a hasty retreat.
"Shit," I hiss, heart racing with panic. I quickly hop down from the washing machine, legs trembling beneath me as I frantically tug my skirt back down over my thighs. My hands shake as I smooth the fabric, mind racing with the implications of being caught in such a compromising position withMatty, of all people.
Thehuman.
The formerhunter.
When my mate wasmurderedby hunters.
Fuck my life.
Matty swiftly yanks up his pants and boxers, cursing under his breath as his hands fumble with the button on his jeans. He glances over at me, brow creasing with frustration and broad chest still heaving with exertion.
My panicked gaze bounces between him and the door, mind reeling.
I have to get out of here.
As if he can sense I’m about to make a run for it, Matty snaps a hand out to catch my arm, reeling me back in.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls as he yanks me into his chest. His lips crash down onto mine, reasserting his claim, and for a second the world around us falls away again. I lose myself in the taste of his kiss, in the safety of his arms.
No.
I can’t.
Flattening my palms against his chest, I push away, stumbling backwards and shaking my head.
“Blair,” Matty warns, blue eyes boring into mine.
“I can’t,” I whisper feebly.
A little piece inside me cracks as I pivot on a heel and dart for the door, making a clean escape before I do something stupid.
Except I already have, and I’m not sure there’s any coming back from it.
CHAPTER NINE
the ambush
MATTY
I’ve been staring at my phone for what feels like hours, my thumb hovering over the screen, willing those little grey bubbles to appear. The ones that show Blair’s typing, that she’s at leastthinkingabout responding to one of the many texts I’ve sent this morning. I keep refreshing the screen, hoping for a reply, but still nothing. Just the same empty silence.
My heart feels like it’s lodged in my throat, a mix of frustration and something sharper swirling in the pit of my stomach like a brewing storm. I know she’s seen my texts. The ‘delivered’ status taunts me every time I glance at the message thread. I have the right number– I’m sure of it, because she’s called me out on texting her before. She’s clearly choosing not to answer, and that stings more than I care to admit. Especially now, after we…
