Chapter 59

After waking to gaze at the faintest orange line above a glassy dark ocean, I lay silent. With Mandy’s warm curves still tight to my side, my mind was wobbling between a rapid swirl and mush. Not just over what she and I had done to Denise. But how we’d become a seamless team of almost boundless hunger. Plus, the reawakened, long-forgotten drive deep within me, courtesy of Cinder, that had driven everyone to the edge of exhaustion.

Oh, and it was also flooded with everything else. The struggles in the shadows. The ones I’d been solely focused upon after Debbie’s demise.

Kali. In a box. My heart stammered. What was The Baron plotting? Or the lost nonassociated? Would he send new bait for me? Of course he would. Then there was that mysterious bloodsucker. My benevolent informant.

“No such thing.” I snorted. But was she the one with links to the European clans that poor Kali had mentioned?

Then there were the images of Lisandra. In nothing but that sable cloak. An erstwhile queen, but also such a wondrous needy pet. Doggie or not, she could be mine. As would the entire Dusk Pride. Damn if my pulse didn’t roar.

Even that final glimpse of Mi’s tiny silhouette disappearing into the darkness resurfaced. Had she survived? Ever silent, the Fae were much more secretive.

With a quiet sigh, I started to move, but Mandy’s fingers tightened on my chest. At her lips softly smacking, I froze.

“Gonna go for a quick swim, dear,” I murmured before pressing my mouth to her disheveled, flower-scented hair.

“Hmm, too early,” she murmured.

“It is.” I kissed her again. “You sleep.”

“Okay,” she replied, then giggled. “Sweetheart.”

Yeah, she’d noticed the softness in my voice. But even as I pulled from her hands, her quiet snores resumed.

With a towel over my shoulder, I moved closer to the open doorway. As the salt air flooded my lungs, I managed a grin. A long swim along the still-dark beach should clear my mind. Out there, surrounded by the silent resort, she was my only focus.

But the gods had other plans.

Just after I’d stepped across the threshold onto the veranda, the neighboring cabana’s central doors unfolded with a soft creak. When I turned, the flash in those deep brown eyes as Denise appeared had my pulse staggering. Behind her, her husband’s sleeping form remained in the shadows atop their bed.

“Oh, hi, Jim,” she said while padding from the darkened room.

In only a tiny black string bikini, she held its top by the loose strings in one fist. In the other dangled a clumped white towel. When she swirled her hair to clear her shoulder, the early sunbeams flashed gold in their strands.

“Could you, um, give me a hand?” she said while dropping the towel to a lounger and leaning forward.

With air caught in my throat, I scanned Simon, then the door she’d left open. After glancing at Mandy in a tight ball under the sheets in our room, I returned to her with my head tilting. Behind her neck, the suit’s thin strings drooped from her grip.

Right then, in a split second, I did the math. Her appearance was no coincidence. With a grin, I raised my hands, but instead of taking the cords, I tugged on the bow at the center of her back. Even as she gasped, I pressed into her spine and drove my fingers under the dangling top to find her heaving breasts.

“You’re such a horny little cunt,” I murmured while squeezing her tits and shoving her forward.

“What?” she muttered before slapping her palms onto the balcony railing.

“You know what I mean.” I shoved my swelling hardness into the black triangle tight to her firm rear. “You didn’t sleep a wink last night, did you? Dreamed of me, right, whore wife?”

“Mmm, J-Jim...” She swayed and groaned as my fingertips found both stiff, heated nipples.

“Answer me,” I growled into her ear while repeating my forceful thrust into her.

“Yes! God help me.” Her breathing hitched as she arched into my palms and moaned. “Yes, I dreamed of you. What you did. Both of you, but...”

“You want this again, don’t you?” I thrust once more, and her nails scratched at the glossy wood.

“Umm-hmm.” As she murmured, one clawed hand tore at the bundled towel and lifted a tube.

At its label, I snorted. Lube, not sunscreen. If there’d been any question about her coincidental arrival, it died as I snatched it from her.

“Use all of me, Jim,” she whispered, before a nervous giggle left her. “Um, my pussy’s wrecked.”

With a chuckle, I unscrewed the cap and dropped a healthy dollop on my knob. At its chilly landing, I gasped, but then groaned while spreading it along my shaft.

“You even prepped, didn’t you?” I muttered. “Just for me.”

“Um-hmm.” She flung down her bottoms, kicking them free while slapping her clawed fists back on the railing. As her legs widened, she raised her hips. “Just for you.”

“Such a nasty whore wife,” I whispered into her ear while gripping my root.

“Yes—”

Her quiet voice ended in a high-pitched cry as I shoved my hips forward, piercing her tight butthole with my slippery bulb. No sooner had its fat rim popped free inside her than she screamed once more. With a growl, I plunged a hand into her swirling blonde hair to grip it at her skull. One swift yank and she swayed into me with another cry.

“Show the world how slutty you are, cunt.” I tugged once more, pulling her twisting frame towards me. “Fuck me with that tight little ass.”

With a growling moan, she shoved backwards in sync with each of my curt tugs. But there was a method to my madness. I was large, and she was new to me. As primal as it appeared, even as she cried out and thrust into me, impaling herself, she controlled the penetration.

“Oh, that’s nice. Awful tight,” I murmured after her rear had mashed into my pelvis. While swirling my hips, I released her hair and leaned to again clutch her swaying breasts. “How long’s it been, whore?”

“Oh, f-fuck. Um, uh, too l-long, J-Jim. Far too long.” As a massive shudder rippled through her, she froze, arched upwards, and groaned. “Oh, God. Already.”

Even as the groan sharpened, I ran my hand downwards to find her hot little spike. As my fingers raced over her clit, I took over, pumping deeper and faster. My other palm stayed on her chest, keeping her close and twisting each nipple in turn.

“That’s it, whore.” With a growl, I thrust deep as she cried out once more. “More dreams for you.”

Before she could do more than scratch at the railing and shake, I gripped her pelvis and held her in place. With each languid, thrumming pulse racing along my flexing cock, she moaned and pushed her rear backward into me.

“Umm-hmm,” she murmured. “Dreams.”

Once I’d filled her and my cock’s softening began, I wasted no time. After tugging free of her clenching ring with a loud plop, I left her groaning, crumpled against the railing.

Only then did I notice her husband sitting up in bed. His eyes glinted from the shadows. Despite my heart racing, I flashed him a wide smile.

“Your whore wife owes you one more blowjob, Simon.”

Before either could speak, I retrieved my towel and headed for the beach.

But no matter how many laps I swam along the shore, my head didn’t clear. Instead, it only added another chapter that I couldn’t shake. What had I become? How had I sensed so quickly what she’d needed? And I’d been so willing to provide for her—a stranger.