Page 19 of Cruel Destinies

I eagerly did as he commanded, slipping my index and middle fingers into my aching opening and pumping them in and out, imagining his cock thrusting into me from behind.

“Nothing compares to your dick,” I groused, my fingers not filling me nearly as perfectly as his girth and length did. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me, Caesar.”

“God, I wanna fuck you,” he said longingly. “I want to grip your perky little ass as I bury myself inside you over and over.”

I pumped my fingers harder and faster, desperate to ease the tension his filthy words were coiling inside me like the tightest spring.

“I want to feel your cum bathe my dick, want to make you orgasm again and again,” he continued.

“Oh, Caesar.” I plunged my fingers deeper, flicking against my G-spot as I pressed my palm rhythmically over my clit.

I wanted him so badly. This fantasy was nowhere near good enough. But hearing him say these dirty things to me, knowing what we were doing was just as wrong as it was right, pushed my desire over the edge. I came sharply, needy bliss stabbing through me.

“Ahhh,” I sighed loudly, continuing to hump my palm as my pussy tightened around my fingers. “Come for me, Caesar. I need you to come.”

“Oh, God,” he gasped, followed by a succession of heavy grunts as he found his own climax in the grip of his fist.

For a long moment after that, there was nothing passing between us but panting as we both caught our breath. I melted into my bed, wishing so hard that he was here with me, that we could do more than touch ourselves on each other’s behalf.

He spoke first. “I need to go, beautiful. But I promise I’ll find a way to see you again, I just don’t know when that’ll be.”

“Okay,” I cooed into the phone even as my guts twisted with yearning. “Until then, while this can’t compare to the real you, we can do this again whenever you want.”

He chuckled darkly, making me giggle.

“Noted. And Shea… Please be careful out there. The city is riddled with vampires. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Okay, I promise to be careful,” I said, crossing my sticky fingers. “If I get attacked by vampires, I’ll be sure to call you.”

“I know you’re teasing me, but seriously,” he said, “if you get into any kind of danger, call me and Iwillbe right there.”

“Noted,” I said. “Later, handsome.”

I hung up, staring up at my ceiling as my post-orgasm bliss faded and gave way to another area of concern.

Julian.

I needed to talk to him—for multiple reasons. I’d been avoiding it long enough.

Chapter 8

Shea

My mind whirled with everything that had happened the last few days—and all the questions I had because of that—as I spoke the words to the calling spell Julian had taught me.

“Sedjed Ka.”

“Hello?” came Julian’s uncertain voice in my ears like he was speaking to me through headphones. “Shea?”

“Yeah. It’s me. We need to talk.”

“Actually, you caught me at a good time. I happen to be in the area. Would you like me to come to your house?”

I sucked my lips between my teeth, my pulse thumping in my temples. Did he know where I lived? I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that if the answer was yes.

There were so many reasons why him coming here would be a bad idea. Gram had been way too suspicious about a gryphon shifter coming to see me. If she found out that a vampire had been in her house, she’d probably lock me in our non-existent basement and throw away the key.

“No, not here,” I hedged. “This is a small town. People talk.”

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