Chapter 42 Kind mermaid heart, Jupiter´s orders
Chapter 42 Kind mermaid heart, Jupiter´s orders
He could have taken me with him. Long before the beast wars, we fought our battles side by side. Once we joined the faction, he wouldn’t take me anymore.
“I have a duty to protect you. When I didn’t have anyone I trusted to take care of you, I took risks, dragging you into my fights. I don’t have to take those risks now.”
No, he took risks that ended up ripping my insides apart.
It took everything in me to resist the urge to sob. Hold strong. Deep breaths. Ocio’s wrath didn’t cry. I focused on the leftover sting on my ass as the air carelessly dragged over my raw skin. I gladly took the distraction.
The familiar swirl of disruptive thoughts took over me. The emptiness inside me he refused to fill just to be an asshole.
I needed cock.
I need the potion. I gestured with my hand to tap out before I completely forgot how to. He pulled the gag out of my mouth. “The potion. Get the potion. I missed this morning.”
He grunted his disapproval. “Is that what you’re red lighting for?”
“I can’t think. I can’t,” I wheezed out. His cock was close if I could just get a hand loose. “Give me your dick. Now!”
His fingers squeezed between my thighs and slid inside me, massaging my insides. “Fuck yes! Yes!”
I thrust into his hand the best I could with his binding before I gave up and let him do all that work. It wasn’t cock, but it was working. The pressure was rapidly building in a way that felt successful. All the times I tried to masturbate, I hovered right at a point that was impossible to ignore but wasn’t going to take me over the edge.
“Kam. Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please.”
The explosion in my gut was life-changing. I moaned without abandon, finally getting what I needed. My back arched and my toes popped when they curled. Violent pulses swept through me, rolling my eyes back.
Silence. Calm. The relief was uplifting. There was the muscle-melting goodness of satisfaction.
I didn’t need to be strong. There wasn’t anything to endure. I could just be.
A whimper escaped my mouth, and I buried my face in his shoulder to hide. Tears poured from my eyes and sobs wrecked through my body.
“Thank you.”
“I’ve got you.” His arms tightened around me again.
I wished with every fiber of my being that I believed him.
M
y scent oozed from her pores. There was no question of who she belonged to now. Her mark was healed enough that it looked like a megalodon. Well, an overgrown shark that a toddler drew from memory, but
at least I could kind of tell what it was.
I shushed her, running my hand up and down her back. Her sobbing had eased. I knew she wasn’t in distress, but it ate at me. People had told me about their mates having emotional meltdowns after an orgasm, but Mal had never done that, and this wasn’t what that was.
Her body relaxed with every minute until she was calm and quiet. I hadn’t realized before, but even in her sleep I hadn’t seen her unclench since I came home. It was subtle, but it was there. The relief was palpable. She willingly let me put the gag back on her and she peacefully laid on my chest as content as could be. A muffled melody hummed against the gag, and from what I could tell, it was happy.
This was evidence of my gross negligence. Mal had never been a sweet, passive being, but this wasn’t all her being crazy.
I knew what she wanted. She wanted cock, but I could not give that to her in this mindset. She may have thought that was what she wanted, but when she came down and she remembered her anger, she’d be twenty times more pissed off that I used her when she was vulnerable.
Yes. She smelled like sweet desire, but there was sadness and anger mixed in there, too. As my mate, I couldn’t just ignore that and I could do
more harm than good by giving into her because fuck, I wanted to be in her tight pussy. I wanted to stake my claim in every possible way.
I sucked my fingers in my mouth, just happy with the succulent taste of her. My fingers roved over her back, needing to touch her as much as possible. She wasn’t the only one deprived.
I couldn’t relax unless she was in my line of sight. After darkness and nothingness, she was a bright light. I stared at her deadly perfection long enough that her humming stuttered.
A glance at the clock let me know that the day had almost passed. I undid the gag, but she didn’t try to help me take it out of her mouth. I untied the blindfold, and she was dead asleep. I pulled the tie that had kept her legs and hands tethered to each other so she could be comfortable. Tie by tie, I unbound her.
Once that was done, I massaged every muscle I knew was overworked when she’d been in that position, and I quickly found lots of tension in places that weren’t from today. I worked those out too. At least I could make some progress toward taking care of her.
I’d do anything to soothe the raw patch in my equilibrium that she ripped up last night with her thoughtlessness.
I grabbed the shackles under the bed and clasped one on her wrist and the other on mine. She wouldn’t wake up in the same grateful mood she went to sleep in, and I still didn’t know where she was running off to. Either she wasn’t going or we were going together.