Page 29 of Lost and Bound
And leaving me horribly, unbelievably empty.
I hadn’t had actualspaceinside me before, had I? Waiting to be filled up? No, of course I hadn’t. Which meant he’d created that space. And now it was waiting to be filled up again.
Gods, no, fuck that. I tried to clench my muscles. That only got me so far. He’d stretched me out. I’d go back to normal, what with shifter healing. And regular old humans did this too, right? All the time. I’d fucked my share of guys. Their asses hadn’t looked like bomb craters the next day.
Of course, I had a normal cock. Calder didn’t.
I clenched again and felt his come trickling out of me, slicking my thighs.
I shoved myself up and rolled out of bed, tearing myself out of Calder’s arms. “Shower,” I choked out, and fled for the bathroom.
Chapter 7
That Isn’t How Mating Works
I thought I’d found a safe haven, with the door shut behind me and that stupid curtain drawn, but no sooner had I relaxed a little, the hot water running down over my ass and thighs and mingling enough with his come that I couldn’t feel it anymore, than the bathroom door opened and closed.
A moment later, Calder drew the curtain aside and crowded into the shower with me. I wasn’t a small man, and the addition of his massive bulk to the little space made it as claustrophobic as a clown car.
Gods, he was tall. Towering over me, just like I towered over half of humanity. He’d have had to bend his knees and duck to get under the showerhead.
Not that I was giving him the chance. My shower. My hot water. He could stand there and freeze.
Although with his alpha shifter metabolism, he might be warmer than the water on his own. My front felt as warm as my back, anyway, once he stood in front of me, mere inches separating us.
I looked up at him, wary and irritated, and trying not to pay too much attention to how his cock was already at half mast again and looking like it was heading straight for me.
The water sluicing over my skin, and the surprise, the humiliation-pleasure-discomfort, of feeling his cock sliding out of me and his come leaking out after, had shocked me out of the fugue I’d been in when I went and lay down on the bed. When I let him fuck me again, when I lay still while he sucked and plucked my nipples into the hot, swollen buds they still were, too sensitive for the heat of the shower.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but it sure as fuck wasn’t going to come over me again. So to speak. And I was going to make sure he knew it. I hadn’t been able to speak up before, but I wasn’t going to be so passive again.
“That wasn’t an invitation,” I snapped.
He shrugged. “I didn’t think I needed one.”
Reaching past my head for the soap on its little shelf, he started to wash up, completely unconcerned by my slack-jawed stare of disbelief.
He didn’t think he needed one? To just…barge in on me? In the fucking shower? Wasnothingsacred anymore?
“You always need an invitation! It’s ashower, Calder!”
Another careless shrug, and he didn’t even bother with a verbal answer. He rubbed soap onto his chest, the bubbles snaking down over his muscle-ridged abs and starting to pool around his cock. It’d risen a little more, the head now pointing directly at my groin.
I pulled my gaze up again by force of will, away from my horrified contemplation of how the ever-loving fuck that thing had fit inside my body. My ass muscles clenched in response to the thought. I still felt open, oddly conscious of a part of me I rarely thought about.
Orhadrarely thought about. If I kept rolling over like a bitch every time Calder looked at me, I’d be thinking about it a lot more.
And wasn’t that a disturbing thought.
It wasn’t going to fucking happen.
“You might as well turn around,” he rumbled, his voice deep and echoey in the shower stall.
“What? I—what?”
“Turn around,” he repeated implacably. “I don’t know how many times you like to shower in a day, but I’m going to fuck you again, here or back in bed. If you don’t want to end up in here a third time, you might as well turn around and spread your legs.”
“No fucking way!” I sputtered. “What the fuck, Calder? You don’t just—tell me to—” I stopped, my mouth opening and closing. Hehadjust told me to, hadn’t he? A few short minutes ago. And I’d let him. Moving on, quickly. “This isn’t how being mated works. We’re going to get the bond broken anyway, as soon as we can find a halfway competent shaman.”
