Page 48 of A Trial By Blood

“Get off?” I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Did you come?”

“Where?”

His brows dropped lower. “Did you ejaculate?”

I flinched. I knew what that was, but I had never experienced it myself. “No.”

His brows lowered. “Have you ever done it?”

“No.”

Relic’s chin jerked back. “Fuck.” He scratched his jaw. “Right, well, what you’re feeling, my brother, is lust. Rose is your female. You saw her naked and your dick got hard, yes?”

I swallowed, the sound seeming loud in the room. “Yes.”

“You’ve had a hard dick before, though?”

“Yes.”

“The reason it happened with Rose is because you want inside your female, Ronan. It’s only natural for you to want her like that. It’s not anything to freak out about. It’s not dirty or wrong. Okay, yeah, maybe watching her when she doesn’t know you’re there, isn’t so cool. Just don’t do it again, at least not unless she’s into it.” He grinned. “The good thing is, I know how you can get your shit back under control.”

My palms grew sweaty. “How?”

“You need to get yourself off, brother. Which is something else that’s totally normal. We all do it. Stroke your dick until you come. It feels fucking good, and it’ll take the edge off until you and your female work out your situation.”

I wasn’t sure what there was to work out. Yes, Luna said Rose was my mate, but that didn’t mean Rose would want that. And just because I felt this connection to her didn’t mean she felt it as well.

Relic opened the door. “I’m gonna leave you to it. But if you’re really worried, come get me and I’ll lock you down.”

I inclined my head because my throat felt too tight to speak, and Relic left.

Could I do what he suggested? I’d never tried. Without my emotions, I’d never felt this way. It had been muted like everything else physical. I occasionally got hard while feeding and woke that way some mornings, yes, but from what I understood, that was something most males experienced. I ignored it and it went away.

It wasn’t going away now, and this felt different from those times. I strode to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, then gripped the edge of the countertop, squeezing my eyes closed. Rose. Her beautiful eyes, her laugh, her lips. Her breasts and those cherry-colored nipples—the place between her thighs.

My cock throbbed harder. So hard, I winced.

I shoved my hand inside my pants, desperate to ease the growing pain.

It wasn’t enough. My pants were too tight, they made it hurt more. I yanked off my jacket, then tore off my shirt and tossed it aside. My skin had always been cool, but not anymore, and right now, it was hot and damp with sweat. Hissing, I undid my pants and slid down the zipper. My briefs were tented, a damp patch on the fabric over the head of my erection.

I didn’t think I could do what Relic said, but I needed to get my clothes off because they were making it worse. I kicked off my shoes and socks and pants, then hissed again as I pulled the elastic of my briefs over my stiff length and shoved them down as well. It jutted straight out. I’d never been like this. I’d seen myself hard. But not like this. I was longer and thicker than I’d ever been. The skin was darker, the veins more prominent, the head, wide and blunt and slick with a fluid that was leaking out.

Maybe the shower would help?

I switched it on, leaving it cold, and stepped in. It did nothing. The cold didn’t really affect me, but I hoped this time it might with how heated my skin felt. I was about to get back out, go to Relic and tell him to lock me down, but as I turned, my stiff flesh bobbed and slapped into my stomach. My hand automatically reached down to grip it, and as soon as my fist curled around it, I groaned. Then I squeezed, needing more of that pressure.

It helped the ache a little, so I did it again, and my knees nearly buckled. I had the sudden urge to thrust my hips, and it was so strong I couldn’t resist. I needed friction. I needed it. I gripped my shaft and slid my fist along it from root to tip, and then I did it again. It did feel good. Really good. So I kept on doing it.

The water eased my strokes, but not enough, so I lathered my hand with soap and stroked again. Images of Rose filled my head once more, and my hips thrust forward, forcing my cock through my fist faster.

The hounds talked about the place between a female’s thighs, her pussy, they called it. How good it felt to slide their…cocks inside and…and fuck. Those were the words they liked to use. I was fucking my fist, wasn’t I? That’s what I was doing. What would Rose’s pussy feel like around my cock instead of my fist? My balls tightened at the thought, making me moan low.

Then an image of her naked body filled my head again, of her lying back on the bed, of her spreading her thighs wide and beckoning me to lie between them.

“Oh, fuck.” My cock pulsed in my fist, sensation shooting down my spine, down my shaft. I growled and groaned as I ejaculated against the shower tile, fucking my fist until I had nothing left, gasping for breath, for oxygen I didn’t even need.