by T. S. Snow
I was just reaching the doorknob to open it when Bast spoke.
“Do you want me to find a way for Gran to check your dad out? See if she finds anything?”
“Would you? Please, man. I’m pretty sure my uncle is behind this somehow, but we couldn’t detect any traces of poison or anything like that. It’s driving me crazy. I wanted to consult a Soul Mage but…we don’t want word of how bad things are at the house to get out. Not with the resistance attacks increasing every day.”
I’d never heard Andres sound so serious or so tired.
I seriously hoped Mrs. Alma could help them.
“I’ll talk to her and let you know tomorrow.” Bast’s reply was followed by the sound of movement, and I hurried to open the door to the room, leaving only one small slit behind so I could keep eavesdropping.
They reached the front door, and Bast opened it for him. Before Andres could leave, though, Bast held his shoulder. “If you ever put that look on her face again, if you ever do anything that could potentially hurt her again, Andres, I swear to the Goddess, I’ll kick your ass. If you think that the fact you’re Blair’s brother will mean anything, think again. I’m pretty sure she’ll be right behind me, waiting for her own turn to kick your ass. I may consider you a brother, but if I have to choose between you and my soulmate? It’s not even a contest.”
Swoon.
Seriously, fucking swoon.
This man. I couldn’t even.
Bast was just perfect in every way.
2
Charisma
Bast knocked on the bathroom door as I stood facing myself in the mirror. I’d come here to hide after Andres left, but I should’ve known I wouldn’t be able to. Not wanting Bast to see how much the whole bet thing had hurt me, I’d turned the shower on, stripped, and just stood under the hot water for the past… I didn’t even know how long I’d been standing here. Minutes? Seconds? Hours? All I knew was that the hot water was helping relax my body, even if my soul ached.
I pretended I couldn’t hear the knock, though. I knew Bast had said multiple times that he was okay with the idea of sharing me, but it felt so weird to think of him seeing me crying because of another guy. Well, guys.
Goddess, it was like I was living inside an anime where I was the dumb, airheaded lead whom all the guys chased after. I just hoped my path wouldn’t lead to doom.
Or at least not to my doom. I had no problem with my story leading to the resistance’s doom. In fact, I was all for it.
Three hundred and fifty percent behind dooming the resistance.
And maybe, like, there could be a small dooming of the heirs for being twatwaffles—I’d call them dingleberries, but after I looked up the definition of the word in the dictionary, I’d been traumatized for life—but nothing life threatening, of course, just a minor doom. Beginner level. Like them all going bald for a day or something.
That would help make me feel a hell of a lot better, I was sure of it.
“Char, I’m coming in.” Bast’s warning came a second before the door to the bathroom opened.
I’d have shrieked like a banshee and tried to cover myself, except I may have gone a little lava happy with the water temperature. The entire glass was foggy, so he couldn’t see a thing.
I tilted my head up to let the water wash away my tears, hoping I could blame the redness and puffiness on the heat once I got out of the shower.
There was a method to my madness, after all.
Suddenly, there was a cold breeze invading my warm cocoon. I barely had time to shiver before Bast’s arms were around me, hugging my back to his front.
I yelped in surprise. This was how every heroine died in every horror movie ever made.
Or at least some of them, anyway.
“Char, love, talk to me,” Bast said, his breath brushing my ear and making me shiver for an entirely different reason.
No! Bad hormones. This is time for moping, not fucking.
I turned in his arms so I could hide my head in his chest, but was surprised to find he was still wearing his clothes.
His now completely drenched clothes.
My gaze flew up to his. “Uh. Why are you still dressed?”
“You were upset and wouldn’t talk to me. So I decided to join you.” He shrugged, as if walking fully clothed in the shower was the most normal thing in the world.
“And you didn’t get naked because…?”
It was a valid question and had nothing to do with me wanting to bury my demons while riding his monster cock.
Bast cupped my cheek and brought his forehead down to mine.
“We’re not doing that, Char, not right now. Right now, I’m going to take care of you by helping you shower, then I’ll put you into some of my clothes you’ve stolen and bring you to bed with me. Then we’re going to talk.”
I closed my eyes while I brought a hand up to his shirt and grabbed a handful of the soaking fabric.
“I don’t want to talk. It hurts, Bast.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him right above the collarbone, tasting both the water from the shower and him. “Right now, what I need is you, Bast. I need to feel wanted, to feel loved. I need to feel like someone cares about me for who I am and not for what winning me over could do for them.” I kissed him again, and the hands holding me held on tighter as if he was struggling with himself over whether to give in or not.
I was serious, though. Never in my life had I felt more unwanted, more unworthy of love. Not even when my parents kicked me out had I felt like this. At least then there had never been any pretense of love. I’d always known I’d be shunned the minute I was old enough. But these men had made me think I meant something to them, something more, and they’d broken something inside of me.
It might’ve been unfair to Bast to make such demands of him when he’d done nothing but be the perfect man for me, but I was past the point of playing fair. Plus, if he was serious about the whole sharing me thing, then this would have to be a part of it too.
Or at least I thought so. I needed a guidebook on the ins and outs of reverse harem living. Yet another thing to ask Blair.
Though I didn’t think a future with the heirs was in the cards for me, unless they really stepped up their game and became…better, I guess.
“You’re not playing fair, Char.” Bast tilted his head to the side to give me better access as I kept kissing his neck, but he didn’t make a move to stop me.
That was all the leverage I needed. “I know. But I mean it too. I need you, Bast. I promise I’ll do the whole talking later. A hell of a lot of it.” I nibbled on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, and he groaned before grabbing me and hoisting me up against the wall.
“Fuck. I can never say no to you, my love.” He sounded pained, and it gave me a special kind of thrill to know I was the one tempting him. The one who had him losing the fight against himself for control. I got an even bigger thrill every time he called me love, because there was never a doubt in my mind that he meant it.
I opened my legs more so he could be nestled against me, and I felt every inch of his erection through his jeans.
This.
This was what I wanted, what I needed.
Fuck the heirs and their stupid fucking bet.
I had Bast, and he had me.
I clung to that fact with the same fierceness I clung to him.
I snuck my hands between us and started to unbutton his jeans so I could pull them down. The wet material was stupidly hard to maneuver, not to mention heavy as fuck, but I came out of my struggle victorious and Bast’s jeans fell, leaving him only in his shirt and boxers.
His shirt was so going next.
Just then, Bast kissed me stupid, distracting me as his hands roamed over my body, exploring, branding me as his.
“I need you inside of me,” I said, breaking the kiss.
I was already so fucking wet, it seemed impossible. There had been like zero foreplay, but sex in the shower was one of th
e top things on my bucket list, and boy, just the prospect of doing it made me wet. I mean, I’d played around in the shower before, but actually being hoisted against the wall while the hot water fell and steamed up the room and a guy fucked me raw? Definitely a first.
Oh, it was going to be glorious. I could already tell.
Sex with Bast was always glorious.
“Oh no, Char, we’re only just beginning.” And with that, he let me slowly slide down his body until my feet were once more on the ground.
“Wait, what? You’re stopping? I thought we were just beginning?” I asked, confused over the whole him putting me down thing. Until he dropped to his knees in front of me, pulled one of my legs over his shoulder, and feasted on my pussy like a starving man.
“Oh,” I gasped, then I grabbed his head, holding steady as he licked and teased me until my leg started to shake. His beard tickled me in places and it was both a wonderful and a torturous experience. I had no idea what exactly he was doing down there, but fuck, it was amazing. Like a super high of oxytocin, or whatever the actual hormone responsible for this kind of happy was.
I felt an orgasm starting to build inside of me, and I held on tighter as I climbed to the edge. Just when I thought I’d burst, Bast stopped his tongue action and tried to pull his head away from me.
‘Tried’ being the key word, because I didn’t let him get very far. I held him exactly as he was and thrust my hips forward to try to get him to continue what he’d been doing.
Instead of being a good guy and making me come, Bast chuckled.
“Get back down there and tongue me into an orgasm,” I demanded, lightly kicking at his back with the leg he still held hostage behind his shoulder.
He didn’t budge.
Urgh. Strong men were amazing at all times, except when you were being denied an orgasm.
I felt Bast’s breath on my clit as he said, “No, not yet, my love. I’m going to devour every single inch of you over and over, and only when you have my cock inside of you will I let you come. I want to feel you soaking my dick, milking me for everything I’m worth, and then I’ll fuck you until you come again. You won’t think of anybody else, nothing else but me. You’ll never have to question if you’re desired or wanted ever again once I’m done with you.”
Be still my horny heart.
“Bast…I…” I didn’t really know what the hell I was going to say, but before I had a chance to, Bast went back to my pussy. He tongue-fucked me until I was squirming and begging him to let me come, but every time I got close to the edge, he’d deny me.
Then he’d make me wait until I was a little less on the edge before he built me up all over again.
It was torture.
After the fourth time of being denied, I’d had enough.
I pulled Bast by the hair until he raised his head enough to give me his full attention.
“I need you. Inside of me. Right now.” I was done playing games. “Also, I don’t think my clit can take much more of this.” I was whining. I knew I was whining, but I honestly could not give a shit.
This orgasm denial thing was overrated. I wanted multiple orgasms. Many orgasms. One after the other. An orgasm collection. Hell, I wanted the damn orgasm figurines so I could put them on my shelf or something.
I was greedy, dammit.
Bast just chuckled again, but he did get up after placing one final kiss on my pussy. I looked at him, starved for his cock and the orgasms I knew were to come, only to frown when I realized he was still wearing his shirt and a pair of black boxers.
Right.
I did a poor job of getting him naked.
Well, time to correct that.
I supposed I could wait a little bit for some good dicking if that meant I got a completely naked Bast for my eyes to feast on.
“This needs to go,” I said, pulling up the hem of his shirt. Bast raised his arms so I could help him out of the wet fabric, and the minute it was gone, he pinned me against the wall and devoured my mouth. His tongue tangled against mine as we touched and teased each other.
Fuck, I could even taste myself in his mouth, and it was hotter than I expected.
I trailed my hands over his chest, playing with his nipples until they were tight buds beneath my fingers, then I started to trail my hands lower, towards his abs. I loved the feel of the hard muscles underneath the soft skin, and it made me want to bite every single one of them. Then I let my hand trail lower, into the waistband of his boxers. The wet material clung to him more than I expected, and we both ignored the sound of wet fabric. I took Bast’s dick into my hand, caressing it more like a tease of what would come than to actually make him moan.
Bast bit my bottom lip, and I trembled in his arms, increasing my grip on his cock.
“You’re not planning on exacting revenge against me, are you?” he asked against my lips.
“Hmm, I wasn’t planning on it, no, but now…” I pumped his dick up and down, illustrating my point, and Bast bit my lip again, this time punishingly.
“Wicked woman.” He didn’t sound at all upset about it.
“Deny me orgasms, and I’ll deny you orgasms.” It was a threat I wasn’t sure I could follow through with, but I sure as fuck could try.
You know, another day, when I wasn’t wetter than this damn bathroom. We should really turn the shower off, save water and shit, but I was kind of loving the mood it created.
Plus, it was impossible to be cold when there was this much hot water and steam filling the bathroom, even though I was completely fucking wet. It let me focus on being horny and only on being horny.
Win-win situation, yo.
Bast pinched my nipple until it was almost painful. “This is not how you get me to give you orgasms, Char. I already told you what I’d do with you. And when.”
As if to prove his point that he was in no rush, he tilted his head and took my breast in his mouth, the same one he’d just tormented with his hand. He sucked on my nipple, using his tongue to soothe the pain from before, and started to flick the bud with his tongue until I felt like I was going to burst from that alone.
Meanwhile, his finger entered my slit, and he started to finger fuck me. I rode his hand shamelessly, trying to get enough friction to get me off.
Should I have known better? Yes, yes I should’ve, but I was hoping I could get Bast unprepared and sneak in an orgasm before he stopped the torment.
He wouldn’t notice if I had a teeny tiny little orgasm, would he?
I tightened my grip on his shoulders when I felt the wave building once again.
Nooo! Bad, Char. You’re not supposed to show him you’re close to the edge. Remain lax! Remain lax!
Bast’s fingers stopped their magical work, and I whimpered.
Honest. To. The. Goddess. Whimpered.
“Oh c’mon. This is torture.”
I never knew I had the potential to be a brat until this moment, when I had to resist the urge to bang on Bast’s shoulders to get him to move.
Instead, I thrust my hips, trying to get more friction, but his hand vanished, leaving me empty and wanting.
Bast took a step away from me, dropped his boxers, and crouched to get a condom from the pocket of his sopping jeans.
Thank you, Goddess, for making condom packages foil and mostly waterproof, or else I might’ve needed to riot.
I watched, riveted, as Bast rolled the condom all the way down his beautiful dick. I didn’t know if it was something in the water or what, but I had yet to see a mage with an ugly dick. Granted, I’d only seen three of those in my life, but still, it was quite different from the stuff you could find online.
“Enjoying the show?” Bast asked as he stalked closer to me like a predator who had just cornered a juicy prey.
“Yes. Could you, like, do a little twirl? Maybe bench press something to really show off those muscles? Oh, I know, next time you work out, how about you do it naked? And invite me to watch? I’d love to lick every single inch of you as a rewa
rd, you know, after.” I was rambling, but I couldn’t help it. The sight of Bast in all his full, naked, breathtaking glory… I mean, if he were a firefighter, he’d sell so many calendars.
Every single inch of him was all bronze skin and hard muscles. His abs led to the happiest of happy trails, which just served to build the expectation to his monster cock, which would win any competition.
He could star in a porn and I’d pay all the money to watch it…so long as it was just him, touching himself, masturbating for me.
Now that was something I’d very much like to watch. Some other time, when I was less needy.
Bast raised an eyebrow and continued to stalk towards me until his whole body was pressed against mine, every single hard, delicious inch of him. I jumped up and climbed him with his help, his hand on my ass holding me steady as he nestled against me. His erection pressed against my wet heat, making me feel the need to move until I had him inside of me.
I kissed Bast while he rubbed his cock against my pussy lips, coating himself in my wetness.
“I love how wet and ready you are for me, Char. So fucking drenched,” he praised, and his rough voice sent tingles straight to my clit.
His dirty talking game always caught me by surprise, and I loved it.
“Bast. Please,” I begged when he hit a particularly good spot and my internal muscles clenched around nothing.
I needed him. Now. So, so much.
“Do you want my cock, Char?”
I nodded vigorously.
“Then say it. Say you want this. Say you want me,” he demanded.
“I want you, Bast. Fuck me, please.” I was barely even coherent at this point. I needed him so freaking bad, it hurt.
“Good girl.”
And with that, he rammed his cock inside of me with one forceful thrust. My feet curled up as the pleasure of finally having him inside of me hit me from my toes all the way to the tips of my hair.
He pulled all the way out before thrusting all the way in again, sheathing himself inside of me where he belonged.
I clung to his shoulders and tried to move my hips to hurry his pace, but he wasn’t having any of it. He just kept pulling almost completely out before he thrust all the way in again.
