I pull away, gasping for air. My thighs clench together. “Oh my God,” I say. “What just happened?”
“Did I do it wrong?” he asks with a brief flicker of concern. Then, his eyes widen. He snaps his hand to his mouth. “Ella—Oh, what have I done?”
“You didn’t do anything, I don’t think. I just feel so…” I trail off, my eyes drawn to his crotch. I need him. I need him now. It doesn’t matter what happens afterwards. He’s here, isn’t he? Why not enjoy myself?
“My tongue,” he says.
“Yes, it’s surprisingly talented for a first-time kisser,” I say, climbing into his lap. “It makes me wonder what else it can do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m trying to tell you my tongue is secreting the aphrodisiac. I believe I’ve just given it to you,” he explains, attempting to extricate himself from me. He stands up and backs a few steps from the couch. “I didn’t know. Or I forgot. I didn’t realize… Please forgive me, Ella.”
I’m hot all over and I’m only vaguely aware that kissing him may have been a mistake. Oops. That realization is being pushed to the back of my mind, though. Because currently, at the front of my mind, is the flood of moisture between my legs, and the burning need to get my hands on Kila.
He watches me from feet away with apprehension, tensing up like I’m a rabid dog about to bite him.
“Forgive you?” I say, sitting up on my knees on the couch. “I’ll forgive you if you come back over here and keep kissing me.”
“This is all my fault,” he groans. “I shouldn’t have come here. Pakka was right. I’m unpredictable. I’m a danger to you. I should have known from the moment I woke up and—”
I am ripping my sweater off. It’s far too hot inside this damn apartment. I feel like I’m suffocating. “You should tell me what happened this morning,” I say, suddenly very certain I know exactly what happened. “I want to hear the rest of that story…”
“Ella, no!” he protests, but I see his eyes start to grow, the black circles widening at the sight of my exposed skin and cleavage. “Put your clothing back on. I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“I’d like to see what you’ll do,” I say, recklessly trying to tempt the beast.
“Maybe I should leave before it gets too bad,” he suggests, turning his head and using his hand as a blinder shield. “I have no idea how long the effects will last.”
He is looking away, so I decide it wouldn’t be too reckless to give in to the overwhelming need to touch myself. The arousal that’s building is not the delicate tingle of desire that I am accustomed to. It’s a full-on throb between my legs, demanding to be relieved. I press my fingers over the seam of my pants and roll my hips. I moan, letting my eyes flutter shut. Even the lightest pressure feels amazing.
“Oh, no, no,” I say. When I look up again, he’s staring, transfixed. “If you leave me like this, I swear I’ll find someone else to help me.”
The eyes become blacker still, widening so that the whites are merely slivers at the edge of his irises. What was I thinking just a second ago? About not being reckless?
“You don’t like that idea, do you?” I taunt him, rubbing myself over my pants again.
A growl stirs from his chest. He backs all the way to the wall, where he bumps into the doorframe that leads to my bedroom.
“If you keep saying these things,” he rasps, “I think I will lose all control.”
“I think I’d like to see you lose control,” I purr. His body goes rigid as I begin to unbutton my black jeans and slide them down my hips. I stand up from the couch to finish the job, dropping them to the floor. I step forward in only my bra and panties. “Well, what will it be? Are you leaving?”
I pick up my phone from the coffee table between us. “Should I call another man? Or are you going to finish what you started with your tongue?”
That is all it takes to drive the last of the white from his eyes. He growls again, gritting his teeth. “No,” he snaps, marching forward. “Other men do not exist anymore.”
He confiscates my phone and chucks it. Then, he picks me up. I squeal with surprise as he hauls me onto his shoulder. “Where is your bed?” he barks.
“Mm,” I sigh, pointing at the door. “Your eyes are all black. Is this your beast mode? Are you going to take me now and claim me like you promised?”
He hauls open the door and tosses me onto the bed. I’m jittery with excitement. He needs to touch me, now. As soon as I’m lying on my back, I slide my hands into my panties and feel the wetness between my folds. God, I am so ready for him. Those white-less black eyes do not leave me as he takes a seat on the side of the bed. He leans over me and rests his forehead against mine. I roll my hips up, begging for his touch, just waiting for him to dip his fingers inside or caress me—anything at all.
“You will thank me,” he whispers. “And when I make you mine it will be not be a mistake.”
“Yes,” I hiss, circling my clit with my fingers. “Please touch me, Kila.”
“Close your eyes,” he commands, voice dark and firm like I’ve never heard it before.
I do what he asks, but I don’t stop touching myself, bucking my hips. Desperate—I feel desperate for him. I sense him moving, and I hope for an elated moment that he’s going to put his mouth between my legs. But… does he even know to do that, I wonder? I wait, anticipating him, but not knowing when or where he’ll touch me.
Then I hear a soft click, and the sound of the door hinges.
I shoot up, eyes wide. He left me in here.
“Kila!” I shout, hopping off the bed and running for the door. “What are you—”
“I am sorry, Ella,” he says from the other side of the door. I jiggle the handle, but he must be leaned up against the door, using his weight to keep me inside.
“How could you?” I whine.
“It would be wrong to touch you like this. You are not yourself. You are not thinking,” he says.
“I really thought I wasn’t alone in that,” I grumble, giving up on the knob. I slide to the floor and sit there, back leaned up against the door. “I thought you were going to go into that savage mode I was told about. I was pretty interested to see where that goes…”
“I have disappointed you then,” he says. “Perhaps you will be happy with me tomorrow. Should we not celebrate it? The fact that I am still in control of my mind in this state? Although, I will admit it is not a pleasant feeling to reject you when you are so eager.”
Maybe I shouldn’t give up just yet, I think to myself.
“I bet it’s unpleasant,” I say innocently. “I bet your cock is so hard right now…”
“Ella,” he warns. I can hear him shifting. “Will you lay down and try to sleep?
“How can you expect me to sleep? My pussy is on fire.” I am trying to be seductive, but by now I’m feeling mostly irritated.
“Touch yourself, and you will feel better,” he recommends, as though he was the first to discover masturbation. Now, that piques my interest.
“Oh,” I say, humoring him as if I’ve never touched myself before. I wiggle out of my underwear and settle myself comfortably against the door. “You’ve done this before?”