“I happen to think it is.”
We’re just looking at one another. The water is running over Rage’s back. The shower door is still open. I make a split second decision and get into the stall with him. “What are you doing?” he says, making no attempt to usher me out. If anything, his cock is looking harder.
“I’m dirty, too,” I say.
“You couldn’t be dirty if you tried,” he says, his voice deep. It sends shivers through my whole body. “We have a problem.” He moves so that I can get under the water. I feel my hair get wet. I feel the water stream down my back.
“What problem would that be?”
“A big one,” he says, squeezing some shower gel into his hand and lathering it over his body.
“Tell me.”
He hands me the gel, and I take it, squeezing a big dollop into my hand. I always smell like fear, adrenaline, and anger after dealing with Gaire. It’s tight in the small shower stall, especially since I’m sharing it with a man as impressive as Rage. His shoulders are wide. His arms are thick and powerful, as are his thighs.
“Did you hear me?” he asks.
“Sorry, the water…” I lie through my teeth. I was so busy checking out Rage, I wasn’t listening to him at all.
“We would need to use condoms,” he says, wincing. “We’re no longer in the Underworld. Based on the information you gave me, sex probably isn’t even going to work since it’s not bareback. You said that I need to come inside you, and we can’t risk pregnancy.”
“I don’t want to risk it.”
“Hellhounds have litters.” Rage’s eyes are wide. “One kid would be bad enough; imagine a bunch of kids.”
“First litters are normally small,” I answer, as if it makes a difference. “I don’t want any kids...I assure you…” I mumble the last.
“That means using a condom. We might be wasting our time. Do you still want to try?”
“There’s only one way to find out whether it will work or not.” I take his cock in my hand. “My mam gave me all of this information. Maybe she didn’t know for sure. Some of it is old wives’ tales. You see, hellhounds very rarely mate outside of our own circle. I don’t know of any who have.”
“Does it happen the other way around, too?” he asks, eyes raised. “I mean, do the men also give away their power to the women they mate?”
I’m still holding his cock in my hand. I tug on it. Rage’s eyes close, and he groans. “What do you think?”
He nods once. “I’d say it’s a yes.”
“It’s a more equal footing when two hellhounds are together.” I palm his member again, letting my hand slide from base to tip. I watch as Rage’s pupils dilate, making his eyes seem even darker. He makes this noise of pleasure. It’s like he’s trying to hold back somehow. Like the sound is being trapped in his throat.
“Maybe Mam had it wrong,” I say. I’m feeling brazen, which is unlike me when it comes to sex. I’m not sure what it is, but I feel desired and sexy when I’m with Rage. I drop to my knees.
His eyes widen. His mouth drops open just a little.
“I think that perhaps if you come in my mouth, between my breasts, and on my back, it might work just as well.” I lift my brows. I’m hoping I’m right, but I’m not sure. We need to try.
He chuckles. “You’re expecting a lot in less than two hours.”
“I have faith that you can do it,” I say, taking his tip into my mouth. I see his whole body tighten. I glance up and see his Adam’s apple bob.
“I might want to come inside you,” he rasps. “With a condom…of course.”
I give his cock a nice deep suck before pulling away. He groans really low, like he’s still holding back. “Since I’m going to be celibate for the rest of my life, I’m going to need all the sex I can get,” I’m teasing. I don’t want to be celibate anymore. Now that I know that sex is this good, I’m going to do it for sure. I’ll be sure to guard my heart. I can’t go falling in love and messing up my life again.
No way!
I deepthroat Rage. He groans deeply. I pull away, remembering something important. “Do you need your dagger?” I still think it’s a little strange that he needs to cut himself to come. Then again, this is Rage; he does seem to be into self-condemnation. He’s hard on himself. Doesn’t give himself a single break, ever. So, I guess it’s not that farfetched that he needs pain to experience pleasure. I lick his tip, my eyes on his. His mouth is a little open. His hands are curled up tightly at his sides, as if he’s trying to stop himself from gripping my head.
He clears his throat. “I think your mouth will work just fine.”
I suck on his tip a couple of times, careful not to catch him with my teeth. Maybe the cutting is just during sex. It is baffling. I don’t see how this is all that different. I soon get so caught up in giving Rage a blowjob that I forget about the blade, the cutting, and everything else. I palm his balls and deepthroat him. Rage is groaning and grunting. His hips are rocking a little. His hands are still tight fists at his sides. I can hear his breathing over the spatter of the water. “Nia…shit…that feels good,” he groans. I look up, and his head is resting against the shower wall. He grips my head with one of his big hands. “So…so…good,” he moans. His hand tightens a little on my head, but he doesn’t try to pull on me or to hold me in place. “I’m going to come.” His hips are rocking a little faster, and his voice sounds strained. He grits his teeth for a few seconds, “Going to…” Then he is groaning deep and coming in my mouth.
I’m swallowing him down. My hand is stroking his base, and my mouth keeps working his tip.
“Holy shit!” Rage groans. “Fuck, Nia!” He lets go of my head; his hips are rocking forward. When I look up, I see him watching me intently. His face is pulled tight with pleasure. “You’re…” He grunts. I keep going. “You’re so beautiful.”
I let go, stroking him with my hand. “Only a man would think that a woman was beautiful with her mouth stretched wide around his cock.” I grin.
He smiles back. It’s tight. “Naked, wet, with your lips wrapped around me. It doesn’t get more beautiful…or sexier… It doesn’t get better, except maybe…” He leans down and picks me up, turning me and putting my back against the tiles. “I have a feeling you might be more beautiful with my cock inside you.”
His hand is between my legs. He’s stroking on my clit.
I moan. His eyes are on me. Watching me with such intensity…such interest that it threatens to take my breath away.
“Put your legs around me, Nia.” I do as he says. He anchors me against the wall. I’m breathing hard. His finger is relentless. I’m already close to coming. It’s only been a few hours since we last had sex. I don’t know myself right now.
He slips a finger or two inside me. I close my eyes and moan.
“You like that?” Rage whispers.
“Yes,” I moan the word. He fingers me, his thumb still stroking my clit. I’m so close to coming. Then his hand is closing on my thigh, and he’s pushing inside me. I’m looking into his eyes, feeling him go deep within me.