37. TOBIAS

THIRTY-SEVEN

tobias

I’d left her behind, intending to keep my distance from her, and there was less than an hour left until I had to return to my bedroom in preparation for slumber, yet here I was, aching for one more look at her—one moment more in her presence. I stuttered to a stop at the deep, spine-tightening moan. My cock hardened immediately. I stood near the entrance, my nose flaring.

Catalina being pleasured was a sound I never wanted to expel from my head. Her breathy little moans and the whimpers that left her lips...

Tension lined my shoulders. I should turn around. Leave.

Yet, my legs moved me forward.

It was useless fighting it. I had tried staying away from her, but nothing I did helped. No distraction, duty, or?—

Catalina called to a primitive side of me... and I was caring less and less as each day passed in her presence.

Asher’s head was bent between Cat’s legs, his hair trailing over her thighs. The dimmed yellow light coming from the light fixture over his bed illuminated her beautiful, silky brown skin.

This would be the last time. Keep telling yourself this, Tobias.

Willfully foolish was what I was being, but it was just once more.

Asher must have heard me with our advanced hearing, yet he remained unfazed. Eating her out with such precision that jealousy seared my stomach. I wanted to be him. I wanted in her.

I sank into the chaise to the right of the door, shrouded in the dark corner. Catalina’s neck formed a perfect arch as she panted with her head tipped back, her long midnight hair strewn around her.

Her mouth was parted and sweet little pants expelled from her lips.

Watch me make her fall apart, Priest. Asher’s thoughts echoed.

Each noise she made served to tighten my balls until my cock throbbed painfully. I unlatched the metal constraint of my slacks and tugged the zipper down.

My cock sprang out, heavy, thick, and wanting. I wrapped my palm around the thick member and squeezed it. Just once .

Blood-tinted pre-cum beaded at the head. My gaze dragged back to Cat as her chest rose and fell sharply. Her bare breasts bounced with each exhalation. Sucking on one earlier had shifted something inside me. My fangs extended, piercing my lip. Flicking my tongue out, I lapped the droplet.

Cat’s dark nipples jutted perkily, calling to me—begging me to wrap my lips around them again.

My hand squeezed on my cock, sending a shockwave through my stomach. I burned for her.

“More.” Her moaned word sent a shiver down my spine. She was such a lovely, sweet thing.

My balls pulsated and I gritted my teeth as pre-cum dripped down the side of my shaft. Her breathing became more erratic and the pumps of her chest quickened. My favorite part would occur soon and she would come. Her spine arched and my attention latched onto her face. The dark, thick brows furrowed closely together as her release hit her and soft cries fell from her lips. An aphrodisiac to my senses.

Her release ripped mine from my cock and cum spilled over my knuckles as I tightened my hold. My eyes slid shut and a low moan wrenched from my lips.

As she fell back on the bed, panting in the throes of aftershocks that Asher licked her through, I sheathed my cock into my slacks and left the room as I zipped up, swiping my soiled hand on my slacks.

She held too much sway over me.

When she disappeared, I’d feared . The worst possible scenarios had gone through my head. I’d been unable to calm Jax or Asher and they were as agitated as me.

I’d never been unsteady.

But I hadn’t cared for anything other than finding her. None of us had.

I firmly shut my door.

I carefully rolled down the sleeves of my buttoned shirt and unhooked the cinch at the wrist. Jerking the clothing over my head, I carefully laid all my clothing on the end of the bed.

Bathing was necessary to clear my head and as I did so, I could plan my next steps.

A sojourn to England for a few years may do me good. And now that Ren was back, the guilt gnawing my insides at the thought of leaving would cease. We’d stayed together out of necessity, but realistically, there was nothing I could offer. I was sire to none in all the years I’d been a vampire. Put simply, I was here at the request of Imogen.

It wasn’t as if everything would fall apart without me. It would be the most opportune time to leave in the centuries we’d been together because if I didn’t, I’d cave to temptation and toss all the beliefs I’d clung to aside.