Page 13 of Tethered Souls
But I can touch her now. I can slip my fingers inside her pussy and fill this car with the smell of her arousal. It’s already eating away at my control, at my ability to keep my eyes on the road. I want to bathe in it. I want it smothered all over my cock and fingers and face until I can’t smell anything else with my heightened senses.
So I don’t stop. Don’t trail back down to her knee. I go up and up, and her gaze flies to me as she finally realizes what I’m about to do. She grabs my wrist, but there’s no power in her grip, her limbs weak and trembling.
Turning my head, holding her gaze, I stroke a finger through her pussy lips. A soft noise escapes her, breathy and low, and her other hand flies to her mouth as her eyes go to the rearview mirror again. To my fucking brother.
He’s staring out of the window, keeping his focus off us, his eyes peeled for anyone who might be trailing us. We’re nearing Death Hunt territory, and although we’re currently at peace with the gang of werewolves, a wariscoming. It’s only a matter of when. Khalid and I are alone, the rest of our brothers back in Florida. It would be a good time to strike – for them or any of my other enemies.
But even if Khalid wasn’t distracted, Micha is just going to have to get comfortable with his presence as he rarely leaves my fucking side.
So I stroke her, sliding my fingers up and down her wet lips, spreading her arousal even more as I learn every part of her. She hasn’t shaved, hasn’t had a need to, and my cock is begging me to pull over and sink into the pussy that is now mine. To claim it in the oldest of ways.
My eyes dart to the clock on the dashboard.
Six hours, forty-eight minutes.
Fuck.
Letting go of the wheel –because to hel if I’m going to let go of her– I quickly undo the button of my pants and pull down my zip. I don’t free myself, just give myself a bit of room so it isn’t so godsdamn painful.
A sharp inhale sounds from the passenger seat, and I grip the wheel hard, my knuckles white, so I don’t reach over and pull her onto my lap as I’m driving. Nor do I grab her hand and direct her to touch me as I’m touching her. If she does that, there’s no chance I’ll manage not to come all in my pants.
Six hours, forty-two minutes.
My jaw clenches. I exhale slowly, finding that control I am known for.
I focus on the feel of her lips hugging my fingers and the smell of her pussy invading every part of my nose. I trail my tips up, searching for her clit. She jerks when I find it, and my cock grows painful again despite the extra space. My hand tightens on the wheel, but I force it to relax before my knuckles turn white again.
Control…
I am in control…
For the next six and a half fucking hours.
I trail my fingers down, cupping her completely with my palm. She squirms beneath me, soaking me, soaking the car seat as she bites her lip and tries so very hard not to moan.
I accelerate to overtake a car in front of us. I don’t slow down after I pass it. My foot flat to the ground, I wish I had the power to phase; teleporting us into my room would be a fucking good skill to have right about now.
Rubbing my palm across the outside of her pussy, I apply pressure. She shifts in her seat. Her breathing quickens. At the sight of her arms trembling, her fists clenched tight, I stop the path of my fingers and just cup her. Hold her. Wait for her to come back down.
She rocks her hips, but I pull my hand back the same amount of distance, keeping that pressure featherlight, not giving her what she wants, what sheneeds.
She places her hand on top of mine while she looks at me, and dear gods, she’s beautiful. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes desperate and half-hooded. Her lips parted on breathy pants. I want to give her what she wants. I want to let her demand anything of me, want to give her the pleasure she craves, that I crave to see her take.
But I want our first time to be together.
However foolish that is.
She isn’t my girl; she’s just a womb that will potentially lead to my death if our child inherits my disease.
So I should just let her come.
I should step back and force that distance between us.
But if all I can ever have from her is sex, if that’s all I can ever give, I want that, at least, to begood.
So I just hold her pussy in my hand, my palm applying a slight pressure to her clit, my fingers between her lips but not in.
The miles pass.
