Chapter 11

Eleven

The hot water soothed my soul as it ran down my face, trailing further along my body. Steam clouded the bathroom as the storm continued to rage outside, causing the cabin's electricity to sputter. The shower continued, unphased, while the lights above the foggy mirror flickered, the sudden lack of electricity leaving the bathroom in pure darkness. Seriously? The night had been eventful enough; all I wanted to do was take a nice, relaxing shower and go to bed.

I closed my eyes, facing the showerhead, allowing the hot water to roll down my skin, washing away the events of the night as the sound of running water filled my ears.

Lightning flashed as thunder rolled in, masking the sounds of the shower curtain as two hands wrapped around my bare waist, startling me. Gasping, my head turned to see Lazarus' smiling face as his body pressed against my backside. "As much as I enjoy watching that pretty little ass of yours when you storm off like that," he kissed my neck, his hands wrapping down my midriff, "you know I don't like it when you're mad at me." He bit my ear, a light moan escaping my lips as I instinctively leaned back into him, water gliding down our bodies. "Now, let me make it up to you, my little dreamer." My hands reached back, grabbing what felt like wet clothing.

"Are you still in your jeans?" I snapped my neck as he lightly laughed, his face nestling in my wet hair.

"Undressing myself was the least of my concerns." He pressed my body harder against his, his hardened self firmly against me. "All I can think about right now is how amazing your body feels and finishing what we started." His hands trailed along my wet sternum, lightly grazing my breasts before gripping my neck as my head faintly raised. The hot water glided down the front of my body, reaching his other hand as it began to stroke my center. I inhaled sharply, the steam filling my lungs beneath his restricted hold. "That's right, darling," he whispered against my skin. "Now let me fix that attitude."

Lazarus removed his hand in the midst of my enjoyment, confusing me. He lifted one of my legs, propping on the side of the bathtub, spreading my thighs wide apart. I watched as he reached for the shower head and lowered it, the water spraying down my stomach to my legs. Hot water shot against my core, hitting my center with the perfect amount of pressure immediately returning my enjoyment. He continued, rotating the showerhead as the water danced against me, quickly increasing my pleasure. I throbbed, fighting against my release as his hardened cock pushed against my backside, equally craving the feel of my body.

My breathing increased as my body reacted to the rhythmic force, faint moans filling the steamy air. "Careful," his hand moved from my neck, clasping around my gaping mouth, "we don't want anyone to hear us now, do we?" My head tilted back, resting on his collarbone as I tried to resist the overwhelming urge to scream, my pleasure peaking. My body arched into his, my breasts raised high, my nipples fully hardened by the euphoria. His arms flexed, holding me tight, enjoying my muffled cries. "That's it," he whispered in my ear, his own breathing picking up as he quickened his speed, the pressure of the water feeding my orgasm. "Now," he dropped the showerhead, the metal clanking against the bathtub, "my turn."

Lazarus wasted no time undressing, tossing his soaked jeans from the shower, Alastair watching as they landed on the floor next to him with a heavy, wet thump.

I turned, facing Lazarus, my hands glowing from my excitement. He grinned, his dark hair falling across his face as he leaned toward me. "Turn around," he demanded.

"No." My brow raised as I smiled, purposely antagonizing him.

"Oh? And why is that?" he asked.

"Because," I raised my head, our eyes burning into one another as my hand gripped his hardened cock, a quiet moan trailing from his mouth as he bit his lip, "I'm the one in control here." My eyes glowed with a growing appetite. His arms bulged, his hand balled into a fit, pushing against the tile of the shower as I stroked him, taking my time, purposely adding more pressure as I moved towards the tip. His body reacted, flinching into me as I continued, pleased with how I was making him feel.

A low, hungry growl vibrated in his chest as thunder rolled outside. His eyes remained on me, refusing to break contact. Lazarus sharply raised his flexed arm, gripping my neck as he pushed my body back into the wall of the shower, the wet, cold tile causing my skin to prickle. "Are you sure about that?" His mouth ran over mine, his breathing heavy, and my hand squeezed harder as his moan filled my mouth.

"You tell me," I whispered, pulling his cock towards my body, tracing my center. My body shivered as I guided him, the wetness of his excitement mixing with my own. It was my turn to tease him. Lazarus' hand moved, both now firmly against the tile on either side of me, his inked arms straining as he fought my touch, desperately trying to contain his release.

"I love it when you make me your plaything, but…" He removed my hand, instantly thrusting inside me as he groaned. A faint cry formed in my throat at the sudden intrusion. "Right now, I just want you to soak my cock while your screams fill my ears as I make you come." His words made my cheeks burn like my glowing hands as I relinquished all control.

Lazarus held nothing back, one arm firm against the wall as the other lifted my leg and drove deep inside me. My body struggled, the pain of his size adding to my elation. I held his arm, my hands casting a blue hue across his face, as he unleashed all restraints and pounded into me, the impact lightly bruising, my spine rubbing against the cold shower tile. The sensation was perfect, a mix of pain and pleasure that he always delivered in the most sensual way.

The storm covered our moans, our breathing loud and heavy. Lazarus leaned down, still thrusting inside me as his tongue flicked my nipple piercing, sending a wave of fire through my veins. He knew how his action made me feel, purposely repeating it before his mouth cupped my breast, sucking on my hardened nipple, his hot tongue playing with the metal piercing. My body pushed into his, leaning closer as I invited him to keep going, his muffled moans breathing against my skin.

I tried to hold on, to resist the urge to come so quickly, but everything about Lazarus was enticing, arousing, tempting me in every possible way. "Fuck," I cried out, a wave washing over me. He quickly covered my mouth just in time to silence my scream.

"That's right, darling," he whispered along my breasts. "Soak my cock."

What little resistance I had instantly melted away. My body jolted over and over, clenching as my wetness covered him. Lazarus lifted my leg over his shoulder, pulling my muscles tight as he drove deeper, feeding into my orgasm. My eyes widened, lightly tearing up at the immense pressure and excitement, listening as he broke, coming hard inside me. He pressed his lips together, raising his head, muffling his moans as he continued, taking his time to feel every ounce of pleasure between us. My heart raced, as if it were about to erupt from the overwhelming satisfaction.

Lazarus slowed, panting as he moved his hands from my mouth, my breathing matching his. His eyes returned to mine, grinning. "Still mad at me?" He kissed my ankle, pulling out, dropping from my tight self as he gently lowered my leg. I could feel his warm ejaculation dripping down my legs.

"Yes," I snapped. My hand twirled, magic forming in my palm. I turned, facing away from him as my magic raised the showerhead, returning it to its rightful place. "Now I'm all dirty and need to rewash myself." I grabbed a bottle of body wash, pouring it into my hand. Lazarus wrapped his arm around my waist, his face resting on my shoulder.

"Let me help you." He took the bottle, squeezing a ridiculous amount in his palms.

"That's way too much!" I whispered loudly, snatching the body wash.

He rubbed his hands together, an overwhelming amount of suds forming in his hands. "On the contrary." He rubbed the soapy bubbles up my sternum to my breasts, caressing them gently. "Seems like just enough." He kissed my cheek, washing my body. "This," he rubbed my center, "is nothing. Next time, I can pull out and really make you feel really dirty, if that's what you want." Fucking tease.

Despite the appeasingshower between Lazarus and myself, I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was how guilty I felt cheating on Cain—again—and how exhilarating it was being with Lazarus, how I didn't want that feeling to end. I wanted to be with him more, but I knew it wasn't possible. These last few days had been the most time we'd been able to even be together, and tonight alone was only possible because Cain was fortunately unconscious and drunk. I found myself wishing it would happen more often, just so I could be with Lazarus.

Groaning, I rubbed my face, frustrated with how devious my thoughts had pivoted. My mind was unable to shut off, moving a thousand miles an hour as I tossed and turned in the bed, restless. Alastair grunted at my stirring, taking up most of the bed with his giant frame.

My hand waved, gracefully moving as blue embers formed from my palm, swirling into the air above me. My fingers curled, commanding the blue magic as it slowly drifted overhead, creating my own personal night sky. The tiny stars glistened, lightly soaking the room in an icy blue glow. Alastair rolled onto his back, watching the blue galaxy that hovered above us. I opened my hand, magic forming into a doe as it pranced freely from my palm. Ruby's words played in my mind as I watched the blue deer hop across the air. It wasn't that I was ashamed of my magic, but instead, I despised the permanent shadow of said power that had claimed so many before me. Those born with magic always craved and hungered for more, a desperate desire eating away at their souls until the hunger itself consumed them. This power wasn't some gift carried through bloodlines from witches. No, it was a curse that plagued our kind, haunting us until the magic itself devoured us whole or led us to the fiery end our ancestors met. Ruby was more like all the others. She thirsted for more while I always wished for less.

The wooden floor of the hall creaked softly, startling me. Alastair shot his head up, his ears twitching as he listened closely. He rolled, jumping from the bed, and rushed to the door, sniffing the small crack beneath it. His snout huffed, his tail slowly beginning to wag. Well, it's obviously not Cain walking around.

I slid from the bed, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders as I approached the door, twisting the handle.

"What are you still doing awake?" Lazarus asked, quickly pushing through the opened door, squeezing into my room. "Thought our steamy little shower would've tired you out." He tried to be playful, but I wasn't in the mood.

I pulled the blanket tight, hearing his words while still focusing on my thoughts. Alastair nudged Lazarus' hand. "I can't sleep," I whispered.

"I can tell." He pointed to my floating magic, petting Alastair. "Your room was beaming down the hallway."

Sighing heavily, I sat on the end of the bed. Lazarus shadowed me, sitting next to me, Alastair laying at our feet. All I wanted to do was curl up in his arms and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, but I couldn't.

"Hey." Lazarus brushed his damp hair from his face, his hand touching my chin faintly as his hand gently turned my face towards his. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours, dreamer?" Oh, why did he have to say it like that?

"Nothing." I forced a fake smile. "It's just been a crazy night."

My voice faded into the sounds of the storm as the rain tapped heavily against the window of my room. My galaxy slowly faded away, falling onto the bed as it dissolved, into nothing leaving us in pure darkness. I knew it gave my feelings away, but I didn't care. Lazarus remained still, his eyes heavy on me as I lowered my head. "Alaska," his soft voice whispered my name, "you can talk to me." Alastair licked my hand, sensing the change in my emotions.

"Lazarus—" I ran my fingers along his hand. He winced softly in reaction to the weight of my skin against his, the reaction surprising me. I glanced down, examining his skin closely, eyeing a bit of discoloration, my fingertips feeling unknown ripples along his left hand. Looking closer, I realized his hand was injured, burned. "Lazarus," my voice wavered. "When did—did I?" Tears formed in my eyes as I sniffled, fighting back the urge to cry. "Did I do this? Did I hurt you?" My voice wavered, almost squeaking.

He turned to face me, taken back by my reaction, his eyes wide. "Hey." He reached for me.

"I'm so sorry!" I cried, whipping my body around, turning away from him. I had hurt him with my magic. I knew my power was unpredictable, easily ignited by my emotions, but knowing it hurt someone—him… The reality angered me. My brain scrambled to recall when I had done so. It must've happened earlier in the night when he grabbed my hand outside. My hand was fully ablaze, and yet he grabbed it still. My magic must've burned him then, but he never let go, never said a word. He didn't even flinch. He had endured the pain, focused solely on helping me. And even after, he kept his pain to himself. If I hadn't felt the scar, he probably would've continued to hide his pain from me. What had I done? How could I be so careless, so ignorant of my power?

Lazarus grabbed my arms, forcing me to face him as the scattered thoughts fell from my mind. "Alaska, don't. Don't cry for me."

"But I hurt you—"

"It's not like you meant to harm me. I know you and your magic, how you've always been so careful as to not hurt me in the past. But this time, it was on me. I grabbed your hand knowing it would burn me. It was my choice." I watched him as he spoke. "At that moment, Alastair needed you, and you needed me. I'd let your magic burn me a thousand times over if it meant I could always be there for you." His unexpected words melted me, tears bubbling in my eyes as I stared up at him. I didn't care about the boundaries of our arrangement anymore. I wanted to be with him in any way I could. I needed him.

I pushed his arms away, hugging him tightly. "Please," I whispered against his bare skin. "I know it goes against everything we agreed, but please," I quietly begged, "stay with me? I need you, now." The last few words left my lips heavy, filled with longing.

Lazarus hesitated before hugging me back, squeezing me tight. "Fuck our agreement." He kissed the top of my head. "And fuck Cain. Sex or not, I'm here for you, Alaska, in any way you need. I'm yours as long as you'll have me. Now," he crawled across the bed, keeping me close as I rested my head on his chest, "get some sleep and dream to your heart's content. I'm here."