Page 54 of Claiming Starlight
“My books, my journal, photos.”
“Get it,” he said, releasing her with a gentle shove towards her bed again.
She found the book bag and backpack she used when going to the library and started to stuff them full of memories.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Micah find her wolf stuffed animal, sticking out beneath her pillow. The gray and black thing was old and patchy. She didn’t know if the image in her head of her mother handing her the toy was real or not. It was so beloved and clear; she might have imagined it.
He brought the toy to his nose and stiffed.
“Oh, Sophie. Fuck. You bad girl.”
“What?”
“What?” His full lips opened into a huge, beastly grin.
She knew she was bright red. The stuffed toy showed its age and use in every way, and as much as she loved it, she was also ashamed, so ashamed that he remembered.“I’ve been so fuckin’ hard for you for days. Now you go from giggles to guilt. That laugh. This fuckin’ puppy thing that got you off. You need some schooling?”
He was doing it again. That terrifying unpredictable with a voice gone dark and dangerous as he undid his belt.
“Micah, Dante is downstairs. This is my bedroom. It’s getting dark.” Sophie clutched a stack of books in her arms.
“Don’t tell me shit I know, baby. Wasn’t gonna. But you are mine, and I am tired of waiting for you to heal up and be ready. You think I can’t smell your heat, dribbling like honey between your legs? Take your dress off.”
She started to protest. He growled, low. His face still held much of his animal. As if this was a third form, the muscles of his arm bulged, every line emphasized.
Her dress was simple. She lifted it over her head and off.
“Fucking perfection. No idea how hot you are. How beautiful. You fucking glow, light up a room, change the way things feel. And you have no idea. I like what I see so fuckin’ much. You give me what I want, don’t hide from me. Come here.”
“Okay.” She went to him, just giving up. This wasn’t the time or the place. But his wild touch did things to her.
“I bet if I put my hand between your legs, you’d be wet for me. Wouldn’t you, Sophie? You want me. Me. This mangy shifty bastard. You don’t hate me, do you? Even though I took you off the street.” He pulled her into him, guided her to her mattress and pushed her down to her hands and knees.
“Micah. You said we would go.”
“We gonna go, still. But I need this. You need this.” Facing away from him, ass in the air, he cupped her pussy in his hand. Skin sensitive, swollen with awareness. It embarrassed her how right he was.
“Dante. Jumper, all your men, this house—Micah!” She couldn’t put into words how deviant this felt. The door was open behind her. She’d left the door open.
His hands on her hips, when she lifted her head, tried to get up to close the door, he firmly put her back in place. “You worried about noise? Here. This will help.”
He handed her the stuffed wolf. She didn’t know why.
“Put it in your mouth. Stuff it in there good. Come on, little girl. Do it.”
He undid his jeans. The sound made her inner muscles clench. The hardness of his cock brushed her skin. She knew what was coming, and a flood of wanton desire made her squirm as her teeth clenched around her childhood toy.
“Someday I am gonna make you take this ring, drench everything in your cunt. But not today.”
“Micah. We don’t have time for that!” Dante shouted at the base of the stairs.
“Fuck you. Go to the front of the house. Check the perimeters,” Micah shouted back.
Everyone knew what he was doing. Shame heated every inch of her skin.
“Full body blush, baby. I knew you could do it.” He sounded amused.
“What are you going to do after, when I’m not starlight anymore, when you dirty me all up?” she asked.
