Page 123 of Fractured Fate

Did she play with her nipples and take her time? Or did she go straight for it and work herself into a frenzy without preamble?

His grip on his shaft tightened as he jerked himself in quick, short strokes to the mental image. He groaned his pleasure into the silence of the room. What was she doing to him?

He wondered if she slid her fingers inside, or only worked over her clit. Did she use toys? He recalled seeing a little purple device inside her nightstand. That thing had no purpose other than self-pleasure.

Leaving the shirt lying over his face, he pushed his jeans down farther, allowing his balls to be free. He cupped them in one hand, massaging as he worked his other hand over his length, slick with his natural lubricant and spit.

“Fuck, Charlotte.”

The image in his mind shifted, and he saw her bent in front of him as he took her from behind, his mark prominent and permanent on her neck. He wanted it so badly. Wanted to claim and seal the bond.

In his mind, he reached for her and pulled her body flush with his, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other over the tops of her breast, giving her no escape from the cage of his arms.

She cried out at his brutal thrusts, his fingers pressing into her arm and waist in a way he knew would leave bruises, and it pleased him to know that because she was human, they would last.

When he sank his fangs into her, making her entire body convulse as her climax overtook her, he filled her with his seed. An anger settled in at her use of birth control.

He gasped, and his eyes flew open as thick, sticky ropes of cum coated his abs. Pulling the shirt from his face, he dropped it at his side, lying there in his mess in shock.

Had he seriously thought that? He didn’t want children. Not yet.

It was just a fantasy. Only a fantasy, he told himself, trying to quell the panic seizing his chest that he’d come thinking of filling her and leaving more than a piece of himself behind.

His need to claim and own every part of Charlotte was invading every part of him, twisting his thoughts and revealing desires he never knew he had. So far, she hadn’t been against any of it. Even the biting and blood thing. Though, unlike his fantasy, when he bit her and drew blood before, it wasn’t with his fangs.

With the high of his orgasm fading, the itchy feeling came back. Sooner than later, something had to give. If a week caused this much internal conflict, how was he going to function long term without her?

Grabbing his phone, he opened their text thread. He needed to know she was okay.

Aiden:

Hey. How are you holding up?

Charlotte:

I’m alright. Grandma doesn’t seem sick, but it makes sense. The issues only happen when she has a lapse in memory or focus.

Aiden:

I’m sorry this is happening.

Charlotte:

It’s okay. We weren’t very close. At least she’s not sick. They expect her to be around a long time.

Aiden:

That’s good.

He pulled his shirt over his head to clean off the cum drying on his stomach then tossed it into a hamper. He tucked his cock away and got up, going to the closet and getting a clean shirt.

Settling back on the bed, he tucked her shirt beneath his pillow.

Aiden:

So other than that, how are you doing?

Charlotte: