let them just have been cleaned.
Body limp, I watched as he grabbed a towel and dampened it before he kneeled in front of me and pressed the warm cloth between my legs. I watched through half-closed eyes as he ran the cloth along my inner thighs and back up. When he’d finished his task, he tossed the cloth in one of the hampers that lined the walls and then began trailing kisses down my stomach.
My eyes flew open as the intense sensations I’d just experienced rushed back to the surface. “You know this means nothing, right?” I moaned as his warm breath drifted over me.
“Whatever you say, baby. Just let me kiss you better.” Then he quickly and powerfully licked me to a second orgasm. And this time, he didn’t bother to muffle my scream.
Awkwardness set in the second the euphoria from my third orgasm started to fade. The man was a god with his tongue, but his gaze, as he helped me get dressed, was too intimate. The way he softly put my hair behind my ear and then allowed his hand to linger on my cheek.
How good it felt to have him touch me like that…
No, no, no. That was not what this was.
I quickly yanked my pants back up and stepped away from him.
“Thanks for the fuck,” I told him coarsely, ignoring the way his eyes shimmered in displeasure at my words.
“No problem,” he said casually. I didn’t miss the heat in his gaze as I shimmied my top on. Hellhounds were evidently very expressive.
“So, what was that?” he finally asked after we’d both finished dressing.
“I just needed to blow off some steam,” I told him, only lying a little bit.
“Right,” he said again, his body getting stiff, his voice laced with annoyance.
“I’ve got to go, dinner duty,” I lied as I practically sprinted away.
I shook my head, trying to clear it of whatever spell that orgasm he’d just given me was.
That had to be the reason for this weird feeling in my chest.
His orgasm had done something to me.
It felt like his gaze was on me the entire way back to my cell.
And I didn’t feel any better than I had before.
If anything, I felt worse.
As I lay on my cot, a burning sensation started up around my ankle. The same sensation I’d felt before.
Just like everything else about tonight, I ignored it. And what it possibly meant.
I had a feeling it wasn’t going anywhere.
Chapter 5
“Get up,” a voice barked at me, waking me up from a night of terrible sleep.
I blearily opened my eyes to the sight of a guard leering at me from the other side of the bars.
“You’ve been summoned by the warden,” he told me, and any residual tiredness I was feeling flew away. It had been a while since the warden had called for me, and it was never a good thing when he wanted me.
The guard wasn’t as much of an asshole as some of the others around here, and he turned his back while I slipped into my uniform. He didn’t say anything as he frog marched me down the hall. We were there far faster than I would have preferred. He walked off with a muttered, “Good luck,” and then it was just me standing in the entryway of the warden’s office, dread curling in my gut.
“Are you going to stand there all day?” the warden growled. I took a deep breath and stepped into his office.
The warden was sitting in his desk chair, sipping a steaming red liquid from a glass cup. He didn’t bother looking at me as I hesitantly walked towards the office. His focus was on the wall in front of him.
He wasn’t in a good mood, that much was obvious. My nerves spiked even more.
“Well, sit down,” he said exasperatedly, gesturing to the chair in front of him like I should have read his mind. I slid into the chair, sitting on the very end of it, like somehow, I’d be able to make a quick escape if things went south.
The warden finally flashed his gaze at me. “Today’s your lucky day, siren. I’m going to give you your power back.”
My mouth dropped open.
“Well, just for a week.” He pursed his lips. “And that’s always subject to change.”
“I don’t understand,” I whispered, my heart hammering a thousand beats a minute as I leaned towards him.
“I need a favor. And you’ll need your power for it. I see this as a win-win situation.”
My mouth