Page 86 of Feral

ThewordsFraserhadsaid to me in the book shop echoed in my mind, and as much as I tried, I couldn’t escape them. Not as I made my way down the long hallway to the staircase, not as I climbed the stairs, or when I made it to the room that Fraser had told me we’d be sharing.

I couldn’t help wanting him. It was now a constant ache, an incurable illness that had me in its grip. Maybe when the bite was removed I would be able to move past it, but something told me that was unlikely. With one moment, Fraser had moved past all the reasons I should keep my distance, and worked his way into my heart. No one had everseenme before, not like he did, and I found myself loathe to just walk away from that as if it were nothing.

I need to tell him how I’m feeling, to be honest with him. And if he rejects me…

A jagged pain erupted from the bite mark and I clutched it.

I’ve got to do something. I can’t just pretend everything is fine while I spend three nights sharing a bedroom with him.

And that’s when it hit me.

“Oh my god,” I looked around the spacious room, my palms sweaty, “this ishisroom. We’re going to share that bed.”

I stared at the four poster bed that was much larger than a standard King size, with its fluffy pillows and heavenly soft homemade quilt, and couldn’t help picturing Fraser naked on top of it.

I was so wet so fast that it took my breath away.

That’s it. Time to break out the vibrator. If he’s not going to do anything about this, then I will.

I quickly unzipped my suitcase and found the two small cases I’d stuffed at the bottom. I’d brought two of my favorite vibrators with me partly out of habit, but also because I knew I’d need some kind of stress reliever.

I eyed the small pouch with my travel bullet in it, then spied my eggplant shaped one. It had been a gag gift, but then turned into one of my absolute favorites. I had no idea how long Fraser would be, and I didn’t care. I needed this.

I grabbed the eggplant and crawled onto the bed.

On Fraser’s bed.

The thought had me halfway there before I’d even found my favorite setting.

I slipped my hand into the cup of the bustier and pinched my nipple as I pressed the toy to my clit. The vision of Fraser in my mind came back, only now instead of just lying on his bed, he was jacking himself off, his huge hand around what I knew would be a beautifully long and thick cock.

I gasped as my stomach tightened and my toes began to curl. But I wanted this to last, I wanted to stay here, in my mind, with him.

Now, Fraser turned to me, and growled my name as he reached for me and speared me with his dick, using me like a toy and dragging me up and down until…

I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out as my body spasmed.

It may have taken the edge off for a moment, but when the elation faded, I was left feeling empty, alone. I reached out to the other side of the bed, and ran my hand along the empty space, longing for it to be filled.

In that moment, I hated that I wanted him so much, that he seemed to want me too and yet denied us both. And indeed, the want was fast becoming a need, one that I knew my vibrators would be useless against.

As tempting as it was to go another round, to expel as many fantasies as I could before Fraser came upstairs, I knew it wouldn’t really do the job. I didn’t need just a physical release. I needed Fraser.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and was just coming out when a sharp knock at the door froze me in place.

“Daphne?” Fraser’s voice was rough, impatient. “Are you…are you decent?”

“Uh…almost! Gimme a moment!”

I ran to the side table by the bed and tossed the eggplant into it, then buttoned up my shirt and tucked it into my jeans. It was only as I approached the door I realized that Fraser would be able to smell exactly what I’d been doing in here.

I tensed, waiting for the stab of shame but instead, there was a spike of anger. What did I care if hedidknow? If he wasn’t willing to do the job, what was I supposed to do? Suffer through it the way he was doing?

If he is. I bet he’s getting some relief with his own hand.

The thought just made me angrier and I ended up ripping the door open, my lips pursed into a scowl.

“Yes?”

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