Obsession: A Rejected Mate Shifter Romance (The Mate Games #1)(78)

I moved the chair from the center of the room to right in front of the window. Then I sat, knees together, ankles crossed. He might be my imagination, but he still had to work for it.

“Spread your knees.”

“Yes, sir.” My voice was tight and thin; need coiled in my belly as I complied.

He shifted, his shadow moving just enough I noticed, then he growled, “Wider.”

A satisfied groan came from him as I did what he instructed.

“Good girl.”

I stared hard at him, wishing I could see through the woven screen and thankful I couldn’t all at the same time. If I saw those eyes lit with fire for me, I might not survive.

“Lift your skirt. Show me your world.”

My hands were clumsy with desire as they bunched the material at my thighs and slowly tugged it up. My heart beat so loud in my ears, I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or if the shadow figure really did let out a whispered curse.

“Pink and perfect, exactly as I remember.” He sucked in a sharp breath as though trying to get my scent. “Are you wet?”

“Y-yes.”

“Show me.”

I swallowed past the tightness in my throat. “Can’t you see?”

“Touch yourself. Slide your fingers through your perfect cunt, and let me see them glisten.”

I had to bite down on my lip as I slid my hand between my thighs. There was no stopping my moan as my fingers drifted past my swollen clit and down toward the place already dripping with desire. I swear to God, I heard a moan from inside his booth.

“Show them to me, a stor. Show me what I can do to you without even touching you.”

My hand was visibly shaking when I held up the two digits slick with the proof of what he’d done to me.

“Suck them clean.”

I balked. “Taste myself?”

“For me. Taste yourself and tell me what you taste like.”

I almost didn’t do it, but the urgency in his tone and the whatever the fuck I drank had my inhibitions all but non-existent at this point. Slipping my fingers between my lips, I sucked my arousal off them.

“Tell me what it tastes like, Sunday.”

“It’s . . . sweet. Like honey. Like the elixir I drank earlier.”

His warm laugh spilled over me like a caress. “Of course you’d taste like honey.”

“What do you want me to do now?” I asked, my voice betraying my need.

“Stand up. Take off your clothes and show me what’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.”

“You are right now.”

The shadow man had a point. I was so far gone I’d do just about anything he asked me to right now. Including strip down to the sexy silver and black lingerie Noah had selected for me. I tried to make a show of it, slowing my movements as I dragged the straps of my dress down my arms and then shimmied out of the rest of it, letting the material pool forgotten at my feet.

“Perfect. My God, you must’ve been sent by Lucifer himself to tempt me.”

“Nope. Unless my grandfather isn’t telling me something.”

That fucking laugh again. I knew this wasn’t real simply because Caleb never laughed like that. He was grumpy and intense. Hot as sin and made for fucking. But never even close to lighthearted or free.

“Take off the bra, but leave the garters. I love the way they frame your pussy.”

Reaching behind me, I unhooked the row of clasps that started at the middle of my back and went all the way to my waist. The bustier fell free, my nipples tightening instantly in the chill of the room.

“Father, forgive me,” he grumbled, the shadow of his arm moving slowly, just rhythmically enough that I got the picture of what he was doing clear as day. That was hotter than Hades, knowing he was touching himself while watching me. “Get on the bed.”

I would have sworn I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the modified altar. It was just raised enough I had to climb up, exposing myself as I got to my knees on its flat surface.

“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Would that I could sink inside you right the fuck now.”

Just the thought was enough to set off little flutters rippling inside me. I pressed my thighs together, but the friction was a sorry replacement for what I really wanted. “What’s stopping you?”

His answering groan had me reaching between my legs and rubbing tight circles on my aching clit.

“Stop. Don’t you fucking move until I say so.”

It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but somehow I managed to obey. I was panting hard, my breasts heavy and just as desperate for his touch as the rest of me as I breathed through the wave of lust.

“There’s a blindfold on the pillow. Put it on, and no matter what happens, do not remove it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Caleb.”

I crawled forward on the makeshift bed, spotting the red length of satin and pulling it toward me as I shifted to sit on my hip. One end of the fabric dipped between my legs, ghosting over my aching cunt and making me groan.

His voice was rough and thick when he gave me his next growled command. “Tie it and then lay down on your back with your legs spread wide.”

I pulled the blindfold up, biting down hard on the inside of my cheek when the fabric rode back up. The whisper-soft touch was the worst sort of tease because it was nowhere near enough. I allowed myself a final glance at the shadowed figure behind the screen, his arm still moving in slow, measured strokes, and with that picture in mind, I tied it over my eyes and laid down.