Chapter 29

Stella

Ithink I was born without shame of nudity. I saw the other girls in the girls' bathroom and at sleepovers. How their bodies were different from mine, slimmer, leaner. They had all looked like sticks to me, like dolls with bendable, breakable parts. I"d never been attracted to skinny men, and I"d never wanted to be a skinny woman. I liked food too much.

I liked sex, too.

When Oz laid me down on the bed, still dripping wet from the bath, I spread my thighs shamelessly. He stared for a moment. And then stared some more.

I was starting to feel self-conscious until he licked his lips. That was a signal I knew all too well. What man could resist the sight of wet and waiting vagina? Not any?—

Oz turned on his heel. He marched toward the door. His hands fisted at his sides.

"Oz?"

He didn"t respond. He reached for one of the wrapped sexy toys. I couldn"t see which one he grabbed. When he turned to come back to me, I saw that a spot was empty in the line of packaged dildos.

He tore through the packaging, letting the cardboard and plastic fall to the ground like snow. Christmas wasn"t really a thing in the Crossroads. I loved getting gifts at any time of year.

"I want to watch you." Oz held up a thick purple dildo with a curved end and an on switch that signaled there was a motor inside.

Yes! My mate was kinky. I had to be the luckiest girl in the—"Oh!"

The buzz of the vibrator jolted my legs back apart. My eyes went wide. Not with surprise. I was the proud owner of many sexual aides during the time when I didn't have a partner to assist me. I had just never had a partner assist with my sex toys.

The vibrator hummed against my inner thigh, but I felt the reverb pulse through my entire body. Oz pressed the dildo just to my entrance. The bulbous head rested below my clit. I let out a little whimper as I met Oz's gaze. He was doing just as he said. He was watching me.

"Tell me what you like, Stella."

"I like everything you"re doing," I whispered, my voice shaking.

My eyes locked onto his, and I saw the hunger in them. I licked my lips. He tracked the movement. First with his eyes. Then with the vibrator. He ran the head around my entrance, ending the journey right on top of my clit.

My hips jerked off the bed.

"Shhhhh," he soothed. "You"ll have to hold still so I can get this in."

He said it with a smirk. That smirk grew wider as he pushed the vibrator inside me slowly. A keening sound came from my throat as the buzzing sensation filled me. I arched my back. My entire body trembled with the pleasure of it.

It wasn"t just the vibrations or the sensation of being filled by the dildo. It was mostly Oz"s eyes, watching my every twitch and blink and gasp.

"Please," I begged.

"What do you want, princess?"

"I want you."

"You have me."

He bent his head and kissed the inner thigh of my right leg. Then the same spot on my left leg. Back and forth he went, higher and higher. All the while, he kept the vibrator inside, not thrusting. Instead, he tilted the device forward so that it pressed against the front of my core, right over the spongy patch of nerves that I knew would make me erupt.

No man had ever found my G-spot. Not only did Oz know exactly where it was, he knew exactly what to do with it.

His lips made their way up my legs. His gaze never left me as I trembled under his machinations. All I could feel was his breath on my skin. His eyes on my flesh. I"d never felt more turned on in my life.

"This is how a goddess deserves to be worshiped."

Those were the last words I remembered understanding from his lips before they wrapped around my clit.

I jackknifed off the bed, but I didn"t get far. Oz"s big body covered my thighs, not letting me wiggle too much. His free hand pressed against my sternum, holding me in place as he lapped at my bud while buzzing my core with the vibrator.

It was too much.

It was just perfect.

I needed a breather.

I never wanted him to stop.

I don"t remember when I started coming. I don"t remember when I stopped. I might have even left my body for a few seconds or years.

When I came back down from that high, Oz"s lips were no longer on my clit. They were on my mouth.

I tasted the musk of my essence. Mixed with the masculine scent of him, it was the best delicacy my palate had ever experienced. I wanted nothing else on my tongue for breakfast, lunch, dinner, or snacks.

The touch of his lips was both gentle and intense, a prayer and a promise. I felt worshiped. I felt safe. I felt loved. Even though he hadn"t said it yet, I knew he felt it.

My only regret was that he hadn"t entered me himself. Probably because I"d passed out with what my man obviously considered foreplay. I was ready now. Before I could tell Oz to come hither, a vision came for me.

I saw us, Oz and me, soaring through the sky on a magnificent winged horse. It wasn"t the black kelpie. It was a Pegasus.

Its powerful wings beat rhythmically against a backdrop of fluffy clouds and a boundless azure sky. The sensation of the wind in my hair, the exhilarating freedom of flying, the closeness of Oz beside me—it was surreal, breathtaking. I was lost in the wonder of it, unsure if it was a hallucination brought on by the intensity of my orgasms or a genuine glimpse into the future.

My first sight of a horse had been a warning. Could this be the same kind of message? My answer came at the sound of a click at the door.

Oz's lips left mine. He rolled over and off me in an instant, every muscle coiled and ready.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The pleasurable petting and languorous kisses all faded. The previously dull sounds of the hotel—distant conversations, the hum of the old air conditioning unit—now felt ominous and foreboding. Oz's gaze was fixed on the door, his protective instincts in full force.

I sat up in the bed, covers pulled up to my chin to hide my nudity. Oz moved forward with quiet, controlled urgency. His body was a silhouette against the dim light, a figure of strength and readiness. The sense of safety I felt in his arms moments ago was now replaced by a surge of adrenaline, a readiness for whatever or whoever was on the other side of that door.