Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,35

and between my boobs.

I press a hand to my chest as my entire body shudders. I can actually feel my uterus clamping down on me, wringing me out like a wet towel. Moisture drips out, and without any panties on to catch it, it starts slipping down my thighs.

“Cheese and friggen mice,” I hiss. I have never felt so horny in my whole damn life.

I straighten up with a grunt, one hand staying on my chest while the other cups my thirsty lady parts as I waddle-run over to the bed.

I half fall, half jump on top of it, pillows smashed beneath me in awkward angles. But I don’t care, because all I can think about is this burning, pulsing need at my center.

My hands slip beneath the large t-shirt as I yank it off. It feels itchy and constricting, and I don’t want it on anymore. Flinging it aside, I grab Luca’s towel and shove my face in it. With absolute abandon, I breathe it in blissfully. I can feel his scent. Like a stroke down my spine, it wraps around me like a hug.

With my face still stuffed against his towel, I start to work myself. It’s been so damn long since I’ve known carnal pleasure that I come. Immediately. Like, as soon as I touch my clit. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t a mindless, lust-crazed shifter in heat.

My hips lurch up at the zing of the orgasm, but it’s over as soon as my ass comes back down onto the mattress. Like a lightning flash, there and gone again as fast as a blink. It wasn’t satisfying. Not in the least. My body is still pulsing, craving, needing.

So I get to work. I bring myself back up the peak again. During my last heat, I became very familiar with what my body needed to get me there. I slept a lot, I orgasmed a lot, and then it was over. I can handle this again. Easy.

Five days later—or has it been longer?—it’s very clear that this is not like the last time. There is nothing easy about me.

I can’t orgasm. I just...can’t.

I’ve friggen tried, more times than I care to admit. For the past several days, all I’ve done is try. Whenever another wave hits my proverbial shore, I spread my legs, ready for the tide to take me out to Pleasure Sea. But that bitch just leaves me stranded. Aside from that very first eyeblink O, I just can’t get there.

It’s maddening.

My hands are between my wet thighs, feverishly rubbing to no avail. My clit is throbbing and aching and getting me right to the precipice, but I can’t dive off. And my chest? That stupid mate-call is so loud that it’s drowning out the damn porn I finally broke down and turned on two days ago. It’s not nearly as exciting when I have to watch it with my whiny mate-call overpowering all the sex sounds.

My fingers dance over my clit, more of them dipping inside of me, making everything squelch obscenely. Meanwhile, the couple on the screen finally finish with some screaming pleasure—those friggen selfish assholes—and I still can’t friggen get there.

I grit my teeth and drop my hands in frustration as a horribly loud sound of misery falls from my mouth. I sound like a dying animal. I sound worse than the braying donkey female down the hall before she left. Her heatwave must’ve ended. Lucky ass.

I drag myself into the bathroom and get into the shower, hoping that maybe the water will help. Addie said something about the water always helping her. Maybe it’ll work for me too.

I get in as soon as the water starts steaming and grab the soap, swiping it over my skin to make it extra slick. Then I grab the removable shower head off the wall and turn the nozzle until it’s like a pulsing gun shooting out water. I hold it to myself, closing my eyes and bracing my arm against the tiled wall.

Yeah, right there. Damn, water, you’re touching me so good. Addie was right. Water totally helps. She is one smart duck.

I moan, my voice echoing in the bathroom, my breath mixing with the steam.

The jetstream of the water hits me so deliciously, I can almost imagine that it’s Luca’s fingers touching me, that it’s his warmth saturating into my body. That it’s his fingers stroking over my soap-bubbled skin.

I moan again, letting the vision take over me. Luca with his dark eyes,