Page 8 of Cruel Tides

And then she came apart, her body flexing all at once as I drove into her, her legs locking and spine twisting in my arms.

Feeling her tighten around me as she found her release had my human balls swelling. Fuck, she felt so… soamazing.

My spine was tingling, my fingers curving as I drew into her even faster when finally?—

Ca-craaaaack!

Claira’s head shot up. “Was that thunder?”

My hips were still driving in and out of her, my pulse hammering in my ears as I worked into her at a feverish pace. I was so close; I was about to?—

Crrrack!

“Leander!” Claira gasped as I seated fully into her, pulsing out my release.Fuck…

The entire universe seemed to move around me as I held myself inside her, cradling her in my arms. When I looked up, her eyes had grown far too wide for her face, her gaze locked on something behind me. I turned to look over my shoulder and gawked at the vortex of water hovering in the tub behind us.

“Uh…”

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and as my cock expelled its very last spurt of cum, the tiny whirl detonated, bursting in an explosion of water.

There was a knocking noise—or maybe another clap of thunder—and when Claira eased out of my embrace, she went straight for the lever that controlled the stream of water. As soon as the stream dried up, I could hear Barren’s deep voice calling from the other side of the door.

“Storm outside.”

“Thanks, Barren,” Claira called back, her voice still shaky and breathless. “We’ll be out in a second. We just finished.”

She froze, and I shook my head as all the color seemed to drain from her face.

“Letting me know when you’re about to come is one thing, but tellingBarren…”

She swatted at my arm, putting a finger up to her lips to tell me to be quiet, then threw the curtain back, gesturing to the washroom.

“Holy fuck,” I said aloud, totally not quiet at all.

The entire room was drenched. Droplets fell from the ceiling, streaming down the mirror, and even the center of the vanity was overflowing with water. “What happened in here?”

Claira swatted at me again. “You tell me, Lee!”

“What?” I looked at her, and then at the washroom. “You don’t think I…?”

Her jaw tightened. She definitely thought I’d caused it.

“Didn’t you see that swirly little whirlpool thing?” she whisper-screamed, stepping out of the bath. Her hands went to test the towels hanging on the wall, but water was dripping down them, too.

“And thethunder,” she said suddenly, throwing her arms in the air as she shot me another look.

“Barren said there’s a—” I tried to say, but she cut me right off.

“It, uh, crackled along with you, Lee.” She nervously drew in her lip like she was trying to work it all out in her brain. “I mean I–I counted. You and the thunder. It started right before you, uh, yeah… And then you were both barely a fraction of a second apart. One, two, three, four… five.” After she finished counting it out on her fingers, her eyes, full of suspicion, shot up to mine.

“So you’re saying,” I started, taking in a deep breath, “you think, while fucking you, I summoned a storm here on land?”

Unblinking, she motioned back to the vanity where tiny little mini vortexes were still swirling over the reservoir in the center. “That’s exactly what I think.”

The very last of the residual pleasure faded, and the tiny swirls crashed into the reservoir, exploding into a dozen tiny sprays of water. Stunned, I ran my hands through my wet hair. “Well, fuck.”

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