Page 15 of Red and Her Dragons (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 4)

“You expected us to hate you for doing what your family needed you to do?” he asked, his eyebrows knitting themselves together.

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Em… we could never hate you.” His voice was soft. My heart skipped a beat.

His words hung in the air. My vision fell out of focus and something warm filled my hand. It pulled on my attention until I settled my gaze on his hand resting on mine. He stood from the island, pulling me into his hardened frame. His arms squeezed me into him.

“Never, ever think you are not welcomed here.” He kissed the top of my head. “This is your home too. You’ll always be home here.”

I pulled away and tucked a strand of red hair behind my ear. This was an unexpected development, and I wasn’t sure how to take it.

Jax lifted my chin with the tips of his fingers, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

I nodded.

He lowered his mouth to mine, brushing my lips with his and creating a rush of heat and desire to flood through my system. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I clung to him, kissing him back.

At the very precipice of my limits of holding back, Jax pulled away.

“Well?” he asked.

“I think I’m going to go take that shower now,” I said and rushed out of the room.

I didn’t stop until I reached the bathroom where I promptly turned on the shower and set it as cold as I could get. Once I was undressed, I climbed in.

My system was shocked by the cold, and I gasped at the iciness of the water as it poured unapologetically over my body. I braced myself against the wall of the shower and struggled to control my breathing.

But my hormones wouldn’t fade completely.

My interaction with Jax was a close call. Too close. I had to come up with a better way of managing my desire for the men or I could be held responsible for breaking the arrangement. That was if it wasn’t already broken. I hoped it was, but that didn’t mean I should give in to my wonton desires.

Ten minutes later, I’ve had all I could take of the cold water and turned the shower setting to a much more comfortable, warmer temperature. All the while my mind processed through whether or not I really cared if I broke the agreement. I essentially did so anyway by leaving the way I did.

What did it matter if I had sex with the men I had grown to love very dearly over the years? Did I care about the fallout breaking the arrangement?

Probably not.

Still… I realized it was best to play everything on the safe side for now. And that meant finding another way to soothe the ache that had settled between my legs and refused to go away.

Though it wasn’t exactly my first choice, I decided to use my hand. But not before my body was warmed up first.

I slid my fingers between my delicate folds and into the wetness of my sex. With my eyes closed, and the water beating down on my back, I rubbed my fingers along my clit in small circles, keeping a steady rhythm.

My orgasm started to build, and I concentrated on taking my time because I wanted this to be something that would help keep my hormones at bay for at least the rest of the day. Rushing was only going to cheapen the release. God knew I needed it.

I sighed as I continued to move my fingers in slow circles, resisting the rush of pleasure that built between my legs.

I thought about Jax. I thought about Bret. I thought about how they instantly set my nerves on fire. I thought about the way Jax’s lips felt on mine. How his mouth tasted, and how my body nearly combusted. I even thought about the way it felt to have his arms wrapped around me.

Pressure increased. My breaths quickened. Warmth bled through me, mixing with the heat of the water splashing my skin. My movements quickened and I sucked in a breath as my orgasm hit.

I softly sighed through the waves of pleasure I pushed myself through. Once the orgasm faded, the water had started to turn cold again. That was my cue. With a still sexually frustrated sigh, I turned off the shower, climbed out, and dried off as I made my way back to my bed.

I collapsed on the bed and stared at the marble ceiling comparing the differences between the castle and the cabins of the wolf pack. The way the men responded to me was different as well.

Of all the memories I had of this place, I never thought I missed it as much as I had. Being back brought all those memories to the forefront of my mind. Here, I felt safe. Welcomed. Loved. Not to mentioned wanted.

With the wolves, and Rowan specifically, I felt shunned. Cast aside like yesterday’s trash, and I was treated as though I wasn’t a person.

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