Page 57 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

I can’t take it anymore. Lindiwe mentally groaned, ghosting her hand down her abdomen.

Lying on her side, she peeked open her eyes to check on the smouldering coals of her dying campfire, its light low and its heat faded. Nearby, the lake she’d washed in earlier trickled in the distance, a gentle cascade of nature’s music.

The waxing crescent moon offered muted light, but it barely reached her under the shadowy protection ward she’d placed around herself. She was safe, her scent masked under a magical cloak, and she was hidden from unwitting interlopers under the dome and her blanket.

She burrowed further under the thin material until just the top of her head was exposed, then dipped her fingertips into the waistband of her underwear.

Doing this out in the open was nerve-wracking, but a woman had to take her opportunities when she could.

Especially when she was tired of the ache that constantly pestered her.

This wasn’t the first time Lindiwe had sated her lust since Weldir’s return, but the longer it went on, the harder it was to resist the temptation.

Especially when she had his deep, body-tingling baritone in her ear constantly, including right before she’d drifted off earlier this night.

She always found it harder when she was falling asleep, as twisted, heated images flickered behind her closed eyelids.

They bled into her dreams until the hot pulsing thrummed in her nipples, her clit, her very blood.

Times like now, when she woke to find herself panting and needy, she desperately wanted to call out to the one being she desired to take care of it.

But she couldn’t yet. There’s still barely anything of him. What Weldir recuperated, he used almost instantly. That was okay, kind of. She’d done this dozens of times now, both during and after his disappearance.

Lindiwe lifted her leg so she could wedge her hand further within the tight material.

When her fingertips touched soaking flesh and her sensitive clit, she shut her thighs and rocked the throbbing bud against them.

She let out a soft expire as she moved her fingers side to side in a hard and lazy motion, then bit down on her lips to muffle her noises.

She reached into the low neckline of her dress, accidentally exposing her breast, and kneaded it. She pinched her nipple between two fingers, sending a jolt down her body that coiled in her belly and made her core clench.

I’m so horny . All the fucking time. Her touch-starved body hungered like nothing else. She’d rather have the need to eat than the aching, pestering need to be stretched open by his shadowy girth and pounded into until she lost consciousness.

I want to be bitten, she thought with a whine, remembering the feel of inhuman canine fangs nipping hard and mean. I want to feel his claws against my skin. Like little threats that could do so, so much damage, and did nothing but send her skin tingling until she was frantic for them to cut deeper.

I want his hands on me, his lips. Gosh, his fucking lips.

That semi-emotionless man would never know just how much power he had over her when he peppered kisses over her skin.

The way they brushed down her neck until she arched it, or made a path that had her thrumming with anticipation when he went lower.

And if he went past her breasts, and his tongue, usually coated in her saliva, joined the foray down her stomach, the temptation to shove his head between her thighs was nigh overwhelming.

It’s been so long since I’ve had his cock inside me. His shadowy, hard-to-define, hard-to-see cock. It fits me perfectly. It stretched her to the brim, stuffing her until she wanted to go cross-eyed.

Her fingers worked faster, and she shivered when her clit twinged in a way that made her insides quiver and clamp every single time.

Her movements became unsettled, the blanket slipping down her heated ear as she tried to press harder so she could repeat the jolt.

The second time, so much more powerful, had a stifled moan falling from her.

Rolling her nipple between her fingers, she tried not to arch into it when it felt just right.

Nothing came to disturb her in the middle of the night. Not even a stick cracked in the distance. Just her, her hand, and the sound of trickling water, her pants, and the moans she tried desperately to hold in.

She bit her lips shut when a louder one tried to make its way past them. Mmm. I’m getting close. It was slow, lazy, but she didn’t mind so long as her toes curled and she broke apart under the covers.

The ground came out from under her.

Without warning, the minuscule light of night was snuffed out by utter darkness. A gasp exploded from Lindiwe as she ripped her hands from her body to right herself from the inertia of falling.

“Hello, little female,” Weldir greeted, far too close. His face, which had pulled together almost in its entirety, was only a few inches from hers. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing!” she exclaimed, surprised at being interrupted in the middle of pleasuring herself, rather than wanting to lie about it.

Seeing him did nothing to quell the way her heart had already been racing with need. Instead, it quickened in her veins. The very being she’d been thinking about was right there, and she didn’t know if she wanted to jump his weird shadows or expire from embarrassment.

A thin tendril wrapped around her wrist and lifted her hand between them.

Her very wet fingers glistened, and the warmth that swelled into her cheeks made her squirm.

She had always thought she’d want to be caught, but now that she had been.

.. she couldn’t stop the mortification hammering through her.

“This doesn’t quite look like nothing.”

Lindiwe yanked her hand to hide it, but his tendril stayed firm. Actually, it twisted up her palm and around her fingers to stop her from curling them downwards. When he didn’t let go, Lindiwe narrowed her gaze and tried to distract him.

“I don’t have my bag, Weldir,” she complained.

“I’m... disappointed, Lindiwe,” he said, despite his tone not really sounding so. It came across as pouty, more than anything. “If you’re going to play with yourself, the least you can do is let me watch. Although I did find your attempts at hiding those little moans of yours rather cute.”

Lindiwe wanted to disappear as her ears heated further. Yet his stupid grin, when his expression was usually deadened and unmoving, had her stomach clenching.

“I thought we had established that if you wanted pleasure, you’d tell me,” he said, as she felt the slip of material over her left breast.

She looked down to find a second tendril had pulled the neckline of her dress to the side. Now both her tits were out, and she hadn’t realised the right one had been free to begin with!

But she didn’t feel the frantic desire to cover herself. Knowing they were free, and that Weldir had been the one to expose her further, only made her more aware of them. And of his gaze on her hardened nipples – which had them begging for attention.

“I didn’t think it was fair,” she whispered, only for her breath to catch when part of his face melted away and his newly formed fingers glided up the inside of her thigh. “I know there isn’t much of you right now, and I didn’t think watching would be... enough.”

Not for her, at least. And if last time was any indication, she didn’t think it would be for him, either. It’d be like torturing them both, and he wouldn’t even be able to truly feel that suffering like her.

“But there is enough,” he rebutted, tracing a claw along the sensitive line that made the muscles in her leg tremble wildly until she parted it more.

“And I really have tired of waiting.” Something foreign pressed on her clit through her underwear, hard enough to make her thrust into it, as he said, “You can repay me for not letting me watch by letting me take over.”

Before Lindiwe could agree – because now that he’d suggested it, she couldn’t think of anything better – he slammed his mouth over hers.

She instantly melted into the kiss, and her whole body lunged forward to wrap around his.

Every limb passed through air, and she cringed in shock before his tongue slipping between her lips distracted her.

Whatever he’d collected of his hand, as it wasn’t fully formed, ghosted through her underwear and touched her pussy directly. She shuddered at the contact, messy and uncontrolled as if he couldn’t see, yet she didn’t care. It was him, it was perfect, and she wanted more.

One of her arms pushed up as a barrier formed, giving her something to claw and anchor herself with, while something strange happened to her other hand.

A tendril poked her palm, thickened at the end, and then split into five.

It interlocked between her fingers like a hand, and she squeezed it in welcome.

Moaning into the kiss, she hastened her lips, eating at his mouth with quick pecks that deepened each time.

His tongue moved in practised movements, soft and pliable but never giving way as it dominated hers.

She was glad he couldn’t feel, since she pressed so hard in hungry desperation that her lips swelled.

“This needs to go,” he whispered against her mouth as her blue underwear was untied and removed.

Despite not being ready to relinquish the kiss, she arched her neck to the side and let out a soft cry when he brushed his lips over her pulse. She spread her thighs, wishing her heels had something to pull on so she could deepen the way he petted her clit.

“Please, Weldir,” she pleaded around quick, shallow pants, looking for his face, his horns, and finding nothing – as if only his nose and lips were present. She didn’t care about that right now. “I need your fingers inside me.”