Page 25 of Feral
His husky chuckle made her squirm more than any other man’s touch could have.
Anyone except Axel, perhaps, but he was another thing she was trying to forget.
“Now that would be a beautiful sight to see,” he purred. “But I’m afraid it’s just a boring old winter ball the Academy throws every year. There’s always a charity, but it’s just an excuse for everyone to get wasted and dress up.”
“Seems like there are a lot of those.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. Am I right in assuming that’s a yes?”
“Of course. If you want me there,” she said, cringing when she realized how desperate that probably sounded. He was either oblivious to her awkwardness or simply kind enough to pretend like he didn’t notice. She couldn’t entertain the possibility that he actually liked her as much as she liked him, even if her infatuation had been tempered with doubt.
“Please. You’re the only thing that makes these dull parties tolerable,” he scoffed. “It’s black tie, but of course, if youwantto go the lingerie route, I’m sure no one is going to complain…”
Ella groaned. “I’ll be wearing a dress.” She bit her lip. “But who’s to say what I’ll be wearing underneath it?”
His silence made her regret her attempt at sexy talk immediately, but before she could backtrack, he spoke in a voice ground raw with lust. “You know it’s downright cruel to torture me when I can’t touch you until tomorrow.”
Familiar heat flared up in Ella’s core and she pressed her thighs together as she leaned back against the door, letting his voice wash over her like warm rain. He had been capable of stirring her most primal instincts from the beginning, and it was so much easier those days. She was afraid at least part of the reason was how hard she’d already fallen for him.
“That does seem like a long time away, doesn’t it?” she asked breathily.
“Where are you?”
Ella blinked at the sudden shift in subject. Had he changed his mind about meeting up? “I’m in my dorm room. Why?”
“Take your panties off.”
Ella was frozen by the command, as arousing as it was confusing. “What?” she choked out.
“Take. Your panties. Off,” he said in a slow, deliberate voice that made her clenched thighs tremble.
She shifted the phone to rest on her shoulder and slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties. She let the lace fall to the floor. “Okay,” she said, her voice frail with want and self-consciousness that was quickly succumbing to need. “I did it.”
“Put your hand between your legs and touch yourself.”
Ella gasped, but she shifted the phone from her right hand to her left. Slowly, her hand traveled down below the hem of her skirt, trembling with hesitation as she tried to overcome the mental hurdle. Of course she’d touched herself before, and Bishop had been the subject of her fantasies on more than one occasion, but this… this was something entirely new, and even though she was completely alone, she felt vulnerable. Exposed.
It was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
Another gasp escaped her as she touched herself at his command, her fingers circling slowly against the throbbing flesh.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. It was a side of him Ella had never encountered before. Rough and commanding and unashamed. She wanted him all the more for it. “Keep going. I want you to tell me how wet you are.”
Ella bit her lip, already struggling to keep quiet. With every stroke, it felt like it was his hands that were touching her, and his voice was pushing her to the brink of desperation.
She must have taken too long to answer, because his voice had an alluring bite to it the next time he spoke. “I asked you a question, kitten.”
Ella licked her lips because they’d suddenly become dry. “So wet,” she finally answered, her breath faltering. She had to stop touching herself, pressing her thighs tight against her hand to stave off the orgasm she’d been on the edge of since he first started their little game. As unexpected as it was, Ella didn’t want it to end. Not unless it meant him showing up at that door and taking her the way she’d planned for him to that night.
She knew her apprehension was probably going to return when the lust faded, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was for him to keep talking, to keep commanding her and strumming that chord so deep within her that every vibration pushed her closer to the edge of sanity.
He gave a low hum of approval. She wasn’t sure if he was touching himself or not, but the thought was enough to drive her wild. “That’s a good girl,” he continued in a husky voice. “Now I want you to go faster.”
Ella pursed her lips, her thighs quivering as they parted to follow his next order. It was pure torture even with the light, circular motions she was making, and each breath became shallower than the last.
“Bishop,” she panted. “I…”
“I know,” he purred consolingly. “I want you to close your eyes and I’m going to tell you everything I plan to do to you tomorrow night. Would you like that?”
