CHAPTER 41: TOUCH

Forgotten your vow already? You don’t want me to touch you?"

Emira shivered at the low, cutting words but still did not dare to answer. Her throat felt tight, her voice locked away. Her body betrayed her, aching for his touch with a need she despised, yet her mind rebelled against it fiercely. How was she supposed to explain that? How was she supposed to tell him she hated her own weakness as much as she hated him for exposing it?

Before she could gather even a single word, his hand moved away. The warmth she had secretly craved vanished, leaving behind a sharp chill that crawled over her skin. She heard the faint rustle beside her, sensed the weight shifting on the bed as though he were rolling over, turning away.

Blindfolded, she turned her head toward the sound, tense and unsure. Was he leaving? The thought struck her in two opposite ways—relief mingled with a hollow ache she didn’t want to acknowledge. She didn’t want him to go... even as every part of her screamed to run from him.

The moment stretched, her pulse hammering in her ears. Then, suddenly, his hand shot out and caught her wrist.

Emira stiffened at the unexpected grip. Instinct flared and she tried to yank her hand free, but his hold only tightened, unyielding, as though he had anticipated her resistance.

Before she could protest, before she could make sense of the chaos inside her, she felt him turn back toward her, his presence close again. His voice came then, soft and dangerous, brushing against her ear. "Have you ever touched yourself there?"

Without giving her time to even understand the question, he took her hand in his and closed her fingers until only one remained open. Emira froze as his hand then took her there. To the juncture between her thighs. Emira stiffened, trying to pull back her hand but then he growled," Either it is my hand or yours.... Decide."

His breath was warm against her ear as he leaned closer, his words sinking into her like molten heat as she let her hand go lax. He caught her finger, letting it slide up and down over her sli* as she whispered in her ear, "Can you feel it? How wet you are for me? How you need me..."

Slowly, his hand continued to make her finger go up and down and each stroke caused Emira to feel the heat all through the bones...

"Sir...I..." He chuckled at her broken whisper and then took her hand away from between her legs," Emira. Let me taste you..."

He licked her finger slowly and Emira felt a jolt all the way. He was tasting her. She wanted to snatch her finger back and yet, she wanted more.

"Emira... so sweet." As he took the entire finger into his mouth. Emira felt her hips jerk in response. She wanted his mouth on other places as well. "Sir. Please... Please."

She whispered brokenly but he only chuckled and said," Do you want to come? Of course I will let you come.. Just follow my instructions... and do what I tell you to.."

But even as he said this, his hand took hers back to that place.. And this time, he pushed two of her own fingers inside her, making her moan louder. The moan seemed to ignite something within him because in the next moment, his lips were on hers, kissing her deeply while he moved his hand so that her own fingers built pressure within her until she was unable to think and could only become a mess of sensations.

"Come for me, Emira." With those simple words, the man took her lips in a deep kiss as her body shattered. He kept her hand moving in tandem with his own tongue rubbing against hers..

The rush hit like fire and lightning all at once, tearing through her in waves that left her breathless, helpless, clinging to him as though he were the only thing keeping her grounded.

And still, his mouth lingered on hers, swallowing the small, ragged sounds escaping her as though he owned every single one.

Her body was still shaking when he finally stilled her hand. Emira could barely catch her breath, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps, the blindfold damp against her skin from the heat pouring off her. Every muscle in her body felt liquid, boneless, as if he had unravelled her from the inside out and left her with nothing to hold on to.

Before she could even begin to recover, he caught her trembling fingers in his and slowly brought them toward his mouth.

She stiffened, instinct sparking, but the strength to pull away was gone. She could only feel as his lips closed around her fingers, slow and deliberate, the warmth of his tongue tracing each one in turn.

He didn’t rush.

The soft sounds—the faint pull of breath, the wet slide of his mouth, sent a shiver through her already frayed nerves. She wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to find her voice again, but the words wouldn’t come. The sensation of him licking her clean was somehow worse and more intimate than everything before it.

When he finally let her hand go, she realized how weak she felt. Her knees had turned to water beneath her, her entire body heavy and trembling as if it no longer belonged to her.

The edges of the world blurred. The faint glow behind the blindfold dimmed. She felt herself tipping forward, her body too exhausted to stay upright any longer.

The last thing she registered before everything went dark was the warmth of his hand catching her, holding her steady for a brief moment... and then letting go.

Kael Stormhold stared at the unconscious little Omega and licked his lips, his eyes still glittering with lust. His eyes traced her body all over, and he smiled. Soon, she would be theirs... With that satisfaction, he covered her body with a blanket and stood up, ready for a cold shower...