Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Lomax

W e stared in silence at the broken chair before Regan released his breath in a harsh exhale and walked to the bathroom doorway. With his back to me, he gripped the top of the doorway and bowed his head as he inhaled and exhaled deeply several times.

I joined him, placing my hand on the small of his back. “Are you okay?”

He stared at me, his expression filled with regret. “I am sorry for scaring you, small one.”

“You didn’t,” I said.

“I should not have done that.” He glanced at the broken chair, his tail flicking rapidly and his face a dark green. “I lost my temper, and I should not have.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “But will you tell me why you’re so upset?”

“I do not wish for Bitta to touch you,” he said.

“He’s a nice guy,” I said. “Everyone at the castle says good things about him.”

He just shook his head, and I rubbed his back. “This is important to me, and as my friend, I hope you’ll support me and not judge me.”

“I am not judging,” he barked, then took another deep breath. “Why did you not ask me?”

“Why didn’t I… Regan, you told me to my face that you were not attracted to me,” I said. “I’m desperate for an orgasm, but I’m not so desperate that I’d ask someone who thinks I’m ugly to fuck me.”

He swung around so quickly that it startled me. I backed up against the wall beside the doorway, staring at Regan when he bracketed both arms on either side of my head, caging me in.

My heart immediately went into overdrive, the kind of thudding and thumping that would have had previous me gasping for air and tightening my chest until I was sure I was only a few seconds from a heart attack.

There was no fear that I was about to die of a heart attack, just lust for Regan hurtling back into existence. God, he smelled so good, and I could feel the delicious heat of his body. How would it feel if I wrapped all my limbs around him and climbed him like a damn tree?

I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to sit on his face. I wanted to rub my pussy against that gorgeous mouth into the best orgasm of my life.

“Small one,” Regan rumbled.

I pulled my gaze from his broad chest and stared into those pretty silver eyes.

“I have never said you were ugly or that I was not attracted to you.”

My mouth dropped open. “One of the first things you said to me was that you didn’t want to have sex with me.”

“Because you did not want to have sex with me,” he said, “and I value your friendship. I did not want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Wait, you… you want me as much as I want you?” I whispered.

“I have been tormented day and night by your beauty from the moment I met you.”

I released my breath in a shuddering sigh as Regan gave me an uncharacteristically shy look. “You want me?”

“Very much,” I said. “It was you who made me interested in sex again.”

I moaned when he rubbed one thumb across my cheekbone. “Ask me, small one.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Regan, will you help me come?”

His gaze arrowed in on my mouth, and God help me, his soft growl made my hips arch toward him. His nostrils flared, and my mouth went bone dry when keeping one arm braced against the wall, he cupped my hip with his big, warm hand and pressed me back against the wall.

He bent his head and inhaled against the hollow of my throat before he licked a path along my collarbone and then up my throat to my ear. I moaned when he sucked on my earlobe before tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue.

“Please kiss me, Regan,” I whispered.

“Yes, small one,” he murmured into my ear before capturing my lips with his.

I clutched at his shirt, burying my fingers into the soft material as I eagerly opened my mouth to his tongue. He kissed me with a light brush of his lips against mine before sweeping his tongue between them. His hand left my hip to cup the back of my neck, and he held me steady as he angled his mouth over mine and took the kiss deeper.

I moaned again as waves of need washed over me. Kissing Regan was everything I wanted. Everything I needed.

“Regan,” I panted when he released my mouth and kissed my neck. “Let’s go to the bed.”

“No, small one,” he said. “I do not think it is a good idea for us to have sex today.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” I said. “The best idea, in fact. Please?”

“We will wait,” he said.

“I don’t want to wait,” I whined. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve orgasmed, Regan? Months!”

He grinned at my gasp when he gave my throat a sharp nip. “I did not say you could not come today, Lomax.”

I gripped his shirt even tighter as a sudden bout of self-doubt rocketed through me. “Regan, I don’t… I’m not…”

“What is wrong?” he asked, lifting his head and stroking the side of my throat with his thumb.

“I haven’t been able to climax in a long time, and I can’t even make myself come anymore, so it might not happen, okay?”

“It will happen,” he said with an oddly appealing arrogance.

“It might not,” I said. “And I want you to know that it has nothing to do with you or -”

He kissed me again, and I decided I didn’t care if I orgasmed, not when Regan kissed the way he did.

He let his mouth hover over mine as he ran his fingers along the waistband of my yoga pants. When he slipped his hand inside my pants and felt the smooth skin of my stomach, he raised his eyebrows. “No underwear, small one?”

“There was only one woman here who had some extra new underwear that she could give me,” I said. “So, it’s either do laundry every three days or go a couple of days without.”

He smiled, and I made another loud moan when he ran his fingers over the hair on my mound. “Open for me.”

I spread my legs eagerly, Regan’s hot look of approval sparking a burst of need deep in my pelvis.

When his finger brushed across my wet pussy lips, he gave me another look of approval. “I like how wet you are for me.”

“Please,” I breathed, my body already squirming. “Please, Regan.”

His finger pushed between my lips to rub at my clit. He made a low chuckle when I cried out and grabbed his forearm in a tight grip as my hips bucked against his hand.

“So needy, small one,” he said. “I like it very much.”

He rubbed in slow circles, watching my face as I moaned and gasped and dug my nails into his thick skin. “Faster,” I gasped.

“No,” he said. “I will touch my small one how I want to touch her.”

“Oh God,” I moaned. “Regan, I need to come.”

“You will,” he said, his fingers still circling relentlessly slow. “But only when I allow it.”

Oh fuck, Regan’s bossiness was doing it for me in a big way. A really big way. Every nerve ending in my body was lit up like the damn Milky Way, and I no longer had any doubt of my ability to climax. My pussy was practically screaming to come, and I was so wet I was nearly dripping.

I groaned in frustration when Regan stopped touching my clit.

“Shh, small one,” he said before kissing me. “Spread your legs wider for me. I want to know how tight my good girl is.”

My body quivering with anticipation, I spread my legs wide, staring into Regan’s eyes as he pressed one finger against my opening. He pressed his finger slowly into me, his gaze never leaving mine as I clenched around his finger.

He made a soft growl before nipping my bottom lip. “Good girl, Lomax. Squeeze my finger again.”

I squeezed around him a second time, giving him a look of frustration. “I want more, Regan. I want your cock.”

“Not tonight,” he said before thrusting his finger lightly in and out of me.

I let out another loud moan, my hips rocking against his hand as he finger fucked me with slow, measured strokes.

“Please, please, please,” I begged, one hand gripping his waist and the other still wrapped around his forearm. The pleasure was building in my lower belly, the need for release a constant drumbeat in my brain.

I nearly sobbed with pleasure when Regan’s fingers returned to my clit. He rubbed hard, his nostrils flaring as he said, “Come for me, small one.”

I arched into his hand, my hips working furiously against his fingers until, with a hoarse cry, I came hard, lights bursting into life behind my closed eyelids as the pleasure rolled over me in perfect, beautiful waves.

I could hear myself babbling nonsense as I bucked and writhed against Regan. His arm slipped around me and held me tight against his body as he circled my clit lightly a few times before slipping his hand out of my pants.

He licked his finger clean, his low growl and look of delight bringing another spasm of pleasure to my belly.

“You taste delicious, little human,” he said.

“Hmm.” I let my head drop to his chest with a boneless thump. Whether it was because of how long it’d been since I had one or the intensity of it, my orgasm had wrung me dry, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

The last two mostly sleepless nights were catching up to me, and I didn’t protest when Regan scooped me up and carried me to my bed. He set me down and pulled the quilt over me before pressing a kiss against my forehead. “Go to sleep, small one.”

“You need to come too,” I mumbled, reaching in the general direction of his crotch.

His low chuckle seemed to come from a long distance as my eyelids drifted shut. “Tomorrow, we will both have our pleasure, small one.”