Rejected (Shadow Beast Shifters #1) - Jaymin Eve Page 0,116

that as a good sign he wasn’t going to completely hate this. When I reached out for his shirt, he shook his head. “No, this is about you tonight, Sunshine. Let me do what I do best.”

I didn’t like that, but there was no way to fight him. He had the power, and I was desperate… I needed him. The pain was getting worse and I hadn’t forgotten what he’d said—I wouldn’t survive the whole song without his help.

In mere seconds, Shadow had stripped me completely, leaving me a naked tangle on the shower floor. The moment the rush of water from the showerhead hit my clit, I came, hard and fast. It was a jolt, just like being shocked with an electric fence. Pleasure and pain mingled together, stabbing at me, and when it was over, I felt more achy and worse than ever.

“You can’t fix this on your own,” he reminded me.

I groaned. “So, how can you fix it?”

Brilliantly red-and-gold irises and a wicked smile were my only answer, and then he lifted me with one hand, carrying me out of the shower. His fire power had us both dry by the time we reached the bed, and when he dropped me back into the soft, cool sheets, I writhed. That orgasm had not helped in the least.

As I moved around, Shadow reached out and placed one of his huge hands on my chest, holding me in place. I wanted to scream, but as he held me down, his power beyond anything I could fight, he dropped his head and, direct as always, he took no detours on his way to my clit. The second I felt the first firm stroke of his tongue, followed by his lips sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, I sent out a silent scream, the pleasure too much for me to handle without breaking.

The hand holding me down started to slowly move over my body, stroking in time to his tongue on my pussy and the next orgasm had me actually screaming, hands clawing at the bed, trying to find traction. Shadow’s dominance didn’t ease, as he refused to allow me to move, even as I was shattered over and over by his mouth.

A finger on the hand that had been slowly tracing my body slipped inside, and I was tight, needing a few moments to adjust as he continued to eat me like I was the best fucking ice cream he’d ever tasted. In a few seconds, that finger found my favorite spot inside, and when he stroked me, the pleasure built in my stomach again.

“Motherfucker,” I cried as I came again, this time wondering if I was going to pass out.

I didn’t, but it was close.

He slowed up a little after that, and I thankfully felt an ease on the driving need inside me. Seemed he was right after all; the intensity of the spell was easing with his “help.”

When the latest round of pleasure faded, I felt my body relax into the bed, and for the first time since the music had started, there was no overwhelming urge to claw my own skin off.

Shadow lifted his head, fingers still casually exploring my body. “It’s working?”

I nodded. “Yes, it’s not as bad—argh,” I cried out as he hit that spot inside again. “But for the love of shifters, please don’t stop.”

The sight of his long body sprawled out between my legs, eyes hooded as he stared up at me, fingers bringing me pleasure like I’d never felt…

“Fuck,” I cried, the next orgasm hitting me hard and fast again, dragging pleasure all the way from my spine by the feel of it.

Shadow shook his head. “Maybe I should be thanking Len after all.”

My head was a soft pleasant ball of fuzziness after countless orgasms, so I didn’t try to read into it too deeply. “Me too,” I agreed.

Shadow’s low chuckle sent hot gusts of air over my sensitive skin, and with another surge of music, I arched, and he met me halfway, his mouth once again proving this god had sure as fuck not been celibate for his many years alive.

Through the night, he never touched me in any other way, and he never allowed me to touch him. This was just about easing my pain through this spell, and he was attentive in a way that was overwhelming. It was frustrating to have him still hold so much of himself back from me, but I wasn’t surprised. This