Page 25 of The Sea Witch’s Son (The Villains of Wolf Hollow #1)
Chapter 24
MELODY
It’s the same number from the other night.
UNKNOWN: I take it the date didn’t go well?
Marlin’s arrogant smile bleeds through my mind. The bastard probably watched the entire date with a bucket of popcorn under one arm.
ME: You know exactly how the date went down.
Typing bubbles pop up immediately.
UNKNOWN: I couldn’t help but overhear a sentence or two.
Unbelievable.
Opening up the contact information, I fill in the appropriate name. Another message pings just as I’m saving my stalker’s profile.
MARLIN: It’s always a shame when a man cannot see beyond the exterior. Especially when the woman is as captivating as you.
ME: Good try. Flattery won’t work on me .
MARLIN: If you thought that was flattery, the bar must be set low.
I pause, rereading the message. The tone is coming off as flirtatious and playful, two things I would not expect from the captain of the swim team.
He’s usually more... direct.
ME: And what would you do to raise it?
MARLIN: Haven’t I raised it already?
Now, that is something he would say. Shaking my head, I climb out of bed and gently close my door.
The red heart sitting on my dresser stares back at me, and after a moment of hesitation, I grab the bundle of lace.
Shimmying out of the underwear I currently have on, I pull the nonexistent thong over my legs. The razor thin straps cross my hips in an intricate pattern of red string while a delicate bow decorates the flimsy material covering the front.
Apparently, he's got a thing for bows.
I bite my lip, studying the bright material hugging my body. It’s not my sexiest pair of panties but it’s definitely near the top.
ME: That depends. What monstrosity are you going to leave me tonight?
MARLIN: That also depends.
ME: On what?
MARLIN: Were you a good girl today or not?
My pussy clenches hard.
His taunting words mixed with the red lace has lust overtaking my system. The memory of our kiss replays in my mind, the rough hands and savage thrusts sending an unwanted thrill through me.
It was wild and ugly and felt fucking amazing.
ME: I didn’t kiss Finley, if that’s what you mean.
MARLIN: That is a good girl. How do you want me to reward you?
ME: Don’t break into my house at night.
MARLIN: I think we can do better. Lie on your bed and spread your legs for me.
My head snaps up and I do a panicked search of the room. No violet eyes peer back at me, no smug grin echoes from the shadows of my bedroom.
ME: Where are you?
MARLIN: In bed, although I would love some company.
ME: I’m serious.
MARLIN: So am I. It’s only half as fun to tell you all the things I could do to you.
The words sound frighteningly familiar, but the pulse in my core is doing a good job of derailing my thought process.
ME: I’m not playing this game with you.
MARLIN: Isn’t that what you’ve been doing this entire time? Playing games with the boys around you.
ME: I didn’t realize a man like you caught feelings so easily.
The typing bubbles disappear. Unexpected guilt needles my stomach as I reread my last message. It was designed to be cruel, but no crueller than the treatment he has given me.
ME: Don’t tell me a cat finally caught your tongue .
MARLIN: You are the only person I want on my tongue. Is that truthful enough for you?
The ache between my legs blooms to life. Glancing around my room one last time, I slide under the covers and turn off the lights.
ME: You avoided my question.
MARLIN: And you avoided mine.
ME: I don’t think your lips are capable of producing truth.
MARLIN: My lips are capable of producing many sounds, most of which would be from your mouth.
The red panties are pretty much soaked at this point, and all it takes is a couple of strokes to get the rest of my body humming.
ME: And what, exactly, would your lips be doing?
MARLIN: That depends. I could be kissing your neck while I fuck you from behind or playing with your clit while I fuck you with my fingers. Whichever you prefer.
Holy shit.
MARLIN: Have you spread your legs for me or are you still being difficult?
My legs are spread so wide he could slide in any way he wanted.
ME: Firmly closed.
MARLIN: Would you prefer being the one on your knees? Pulling off my underwear so those pretty little lips could be full?
MARLIN: I don’t mind taking turns.
A moan slips out as the friction starts to increase. The messages are on my phone but it’s his voice whispering in my ear. It’s his smile staining my mind as I touch myself the way I want him to.
MARLIN: Am I getting close or should I keep going?
ME: Keep going.
His low chuckle rumbles in my ear, and it suddenly occurs to me that if he was here right now, I would let him do anything he wanted.
MARLIN: I’d consider letting you touch yourself. Let you play with your pussy while I fuck the back of your throat until you’re choking and gasping for air.
MARLIN: Then again, it depends if you come for me like the good girl you are.
MARLIN: Does that sound fair to you?
I’m too busy getting myself off to respond.
MARLIN: I’m going to take that as a yes. Sweet dreams, Melody.
By the time the climax passes, there’s sweat coating my skin and my hair is glued to the back of my neck. It’s so much worse than last time, because there isn’t a trace of guilt.
Just satisfaction.
Sliding out of bed on shaky legs, I pull on some clothes and take a few minutes to pull myself together. Once I’m certain the flush has somewhat faded from my face, I venture out into the hall in search of the washroom.
When I get back to my room, I’m surprised a white-haired giant hasn’t found his way into my bed. The room is just as empty as before and the absence of the red heart is making me uneasy.
There’s a text message waiting for me when I finally crawl back in bed.
UNKNOWN: I hope Finley’s kiss lived up to expectations.
I frown, looking down at my phone.
ME: Who is this?
UNKNOWN: Don’t tell me our kiss was unmemorable. I will be terribly upset to hear my efforts were for nothing.
Oh God.
My hands are shaking as I type back a response.
ME: Marlin?
UNKNOWN: Of course, little saint. Who else would it be?