Page 75 of Cost of Courting

“Stop fucking running for five seconds and listen to me. Hear what we say. You’re so determined to believe the worst of us that you aren’t even being rational.”

“Oh? I’m not being rational, and why would that be? When you left-” She stops, her head tilting to the side. “What was that?”

“What?” My thoughts jerk to a stop because that voice is danger, that voice means I’m in trouble.

“What…” she pauses, and I can feel the bond pressing as she sorts through the nuances of it. She’s a damn natural. Is there anything this omega can’t do? “Why are you afraid for Mael? What happened when you left?”

I back away from her, alarmed by how fast she’s unravelling our secrets.

“Hurt, betrayal, fear, rage, guilt.” She lists them off and looks up. A gleam of pure hunter shines in her eyes. “What did she do?”

“I, uh-” I look at the door, expecting Mael to come storming in any second now.

“And Mael, when you think about him, you’re terrified. What is that? What happened?”

I shake my head, aware that, though I might have had the upper hand a few minutes ago, I don’t any longer. I step back, putting space between us, but she follows.

“Tell me what happened to you when you left?”

I open and close my mouth. What can I possibly say? The truth? I don’t think so-

She slams into me, taking us both to the bed. Her lips find mine, and I’m lost in her. She reaches down and cups me. I moan and thrust against her.

God, her hands are clumsy, but it’s Selene. I’ll die happy with just this touch.

“Tell me.”

I shake my head. She undoes my jeans and slips her hand inside, stroking me with the softest fingers I’ve ever felt. I’m going to die. Is this really happening?

The realisation that she’s trying to manipulate an answer out of me flares and disappears with a distinct lack of care.

“Just tell me what happened, and I’ll let you come.”

My eyes bulge, what, but, she-

She trails down, lifting my shirt up and pressing kisses to my stomach, then up to my nipples. She scrapes her teeth over them and then sucks briefly before returning to her downwards exploration.

“I just need one little story.”

I shake my head, but I’m sweating now. It’s not if, it’s when. She’s good, and I know I can’t withstand this torture. Not from her. My dreams pale in comparison to her.

“Selene, please, I can’t,” I pant as her mouth touches down on my hip bone. I almost lose my damn mind.

“You can, though, you can just say the words. I mean, after all, you took much more from me-”

“No, I-” I wheeze, almost sitting up as she takes the head of my dick into her mouth, sucking lightly.

Her hands grip the root of my cock, squeezing.

“How are you so good at this?” I gaspout.

“Imagination,” she says and grazes her teeth over the head of my cock.

I almost convulse.

“I need words.”

“I can’t!” I plead. “Please, I can’t.”

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