Page 75 of Regal Feather
Ever, whom I trusted. Always would.
“I just wanna fuck you,” I breathed out. It was still not commanding or dominating, but it was so fucking honest. Maybe that was enough. Ever’s breath hitched in the way I imagined happened when he was in that club, with a man he might not even know, acting like the perfect Dom. Acting like he had any right to him or knew anything about keeping him happy. “I want to fuck you until you feel like the most used, filthy girl that’s ever walked the Earth.”
“Please.”
The plea was barely there, but I heard it all right. I heard it even over the thunder of my own heartbeat because that was the kind of shit I told him when there was someone else in the middle. Someone else who would take the brunt of it if shit went wrong.
“Good girl,” I caressed his jaw as he glanced up at me. The trust there was breathtaking. I’d been afraid that, with someone else in the room, someone Dominant, Ever’s attention would flicker between the two of us. That he’d be more focused on Tony, waiting for his commands instead of mine, but he lookedat me like it was just the two of us in his room. Like this was a regular day when I was having my way with him. “Can you lose the clothes for me, pretty girl?”
“Y-yeah.”
Even then, there was no hesitation. No furtive glances. There weren’t any from me, either. All my focus had to be on Ever. There was no other way.
It wasn’t even about the sight of his body out of the green sweater and matching skirt he’d put on that morning. It wasn’t even about the way his skin shone with the sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Those were just extras.
It was the devotion in his eyes. The one I imagined had always reflected in mine whenever I glanced at him for more than two seconds.
“I douched and lubed up upstairs.” Ever bit the inside of his cheek while I pretended the words didn’t have me straining against the joggers I had on. “It’s why I took longer.”
“Good.” The way the word caught in the back of my throat wasn’t something I wanted to overanalyze. “Were you that thirsty for it, babes?”
“Always.”
I took a sharp breath. I needed to get myself together. I needed to get out of my head and give him exactly what he wanted. Reward that shared devotion.
“Do I take off my tights, too?”
“Huh?” I cursed. Fuck. I had never once seen a Dom fumble so much. Sure, we’d established I wasn’t one. Whatever. I shook it off. “No, you can keep those. And the underwear.”
Mostly because the lace elastic that wrapped around his thighs looked hot as fuck, and he’d gone to the trouble of matching his underwear with them. It felt wrong to see it on the floor when it looked so good against his skin.
“You look so fucking hot,” I breathed out the words while running a thumb across his cheekbone. Ever’s eyelids fluttered, the thin hairs ghosting against my skin and sending a shiver down my spine. “Turn around, on your hands and knees.”
Once I got a quick nod, I moved to grab another pillow from the living room for his face. Someone else would’ve probably prepared for that beforehand.
Fuck that.
As embarrassing as it was being a fumbling mess, I’d endure that over hurting Ever in ways that had no place between us.
Of course, I’d forgotten that to get to the living room, I had to move past Tony.
Tony, who had stayed eerily silent while we were in our own little bubble. Tony, whose presence didn’t rattle now, but it was still a reminder.
“Color?”
“Huh?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You think tops don’t use their safe words, too?”
“Oh.” I didn’t think that. Fuck. “I’m good. Green.”
“You’re doing good with her,” he said. My breath hitched. The pronoun change came more naturally to him than to me. Ever wanted to be feminized, down to every aspect of the language, when we were fucking. I didn’t forget. I just didn’t change the way I thought of him in my head, just the words I used. And I didn’t have the time right now to wonder if that was another way I was failing him. Her. Fuck. “Still want pointers?”
I’d already made it this far, might as well go all the way.
“Sure.”
Tony smirked like he knew something I didn’t. For the first time, annoyance didn’t rise to the display of ego. It was something more twisted, something like…need. Not for him, butfor something else. Something else he resembled right now as he took a step closer to me.
