The friction against her skin hardened her nipples, made her think of calloused fingers and rough tongues. She shivered despite the scalding water. Everything made her think of him. Her eyes drifted shut again, and the motions of her hand guiding the loofa slowed, lightly scraping and caressing her belly and breasts.
There he was. Waiting for her to fall under his spell. He licked his lips, lowering his head to trace his tongue along her collarbone, his hand slipping between her thighs. “Yes.”
She leaned against the tiled walls as his fingers slid through her slick arousal. He knew exactly how she liked to be touched. How sensitive her clit was. How to curve his thick fingers inside her just so.
His other hand fondled one of her breasts, pinching her nipple in a way that had her neck arching, a moan slipping from between her open lips.
“So hot. You are stunning, Margo. I can’t wait to taste you. All of you.”
“God, yes.” She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t question where the voice was coming from. She was already too close. Too ready for him. Primed for his touch. “Taste me. Fuck me, Thomas. Please.”
He’d never been so hard. Thomas Lyons had always been known for his sexual prowess, his libidinous leanings, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted anyone this much.
Maybe it hadn’t been right to install the cameras and sound system in her bathroom and bedroom. He’d made sure they were separate from the main website feed, separate from the rest of the house. Even he had a limit to his perversions. He’d only meant to ensure she had made it safely to her room, that she hadn’t left with those other two. He’d seen her stripping off her clothes, and he’d been trapped. Ensnared.
He’d studied her body, her face. She had the look of a graceful doe. Big, deep set eyes and silky dark hair, her long graceful neck arching as the water sluiced over her skin. She was Audrey Hepburn with curves and muscle tone. Elegant, classy. And she inspired in him an irresistible desire to muss her up. He couldn’t leave his room, couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen of his personal laptop. Not now. Not until he saw her come.
He unbuttoned his jeans, the hardening erection painful against the denim, and growled into the microphone at her request. “You want to be fucked, baby? You want to come?” She nodded, her eyes still closed, and he bit his lip. It took every bit of willpower he owned not to race to her room and give her exactly what they wanted. Show be damned. Only a few more hours. But in the meantime… “Take the showerhead in your hand and get on your knees.”
His fist wrapped around his aching cock, fangs piercing his lower lip, causing a sweet sting as she complied without hesitation. “Good girl. That spray is hard, isn’t it, Margo? Spread your legs a little more, that’s right. Oh, kitten. That is the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen. Aim the spray between those creamy thighs for me. Let me fuck you like I’m dying to.”
Her broken groan as the water hit her just right made Thomas’s jaw clench. She was amazing. Totally open, free and sensual in a way that made him want to shout to the rooftops. He hadn’t been able to catch her scent yet, not amidst all the new aromas bustling around the castle, but he was reacting like a cat who’d found his match. Already she was driving him insane. The head of his penis pearled with evidence of his own arousal, and he wet his palm with it, stroking himself to the rhythm of her hips as she thrust against the shower’s jets.
“Your pussy is tight around my cock, Margo. Can you feel me? Feel me fucking you?” She nodded, and he purred. “That’s good. Show me how badly you want it, kitten.”
His body heated, balls tightening and erection thickening as he continued to watch her. He couldn’t take his gaze off her perfect curves. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs, wanted to fill his hands with her flesh. He was close to coming in his hand like a boy with his first porn video, merely from watching her image on his screen.
She cried out, and he knew she was climaxing. He watched her body arch, her head thrown back in pleasure, and his body demanded he join her. Powerful jolts of energy pumped up his thighs and spine, down his cock. He growled long and loud at his release, knowing it wasn’t enough, would never be enough until he was truly inside her.
He watched the vision on his monitor pull herself up on shaky limbs, pushing back her hair, replacing the shower nozzle and tilting her face into the water. She shook her head, muttering, “No more tequila.” He couldn’t help but smile.
He pulled off his shirt and wiped his hand, his cock, still erect, despite his orgasm. Severing the connection, he felt a pang of loss as her image disappeared from view. He chuckled morosely as he headed to his own bathroom. It made no sense. Until today he hadn’t seen her. Had only spoken with her in a damn chat room. And yet he wanted her.
His kind were tactile, they lived in the present and reacted to what they could see and touch. The ghosts of bed partners
past had more than enough proof that for Thomas, out of sight was indeed out of mind.
He had family who reveled in their monogamy, were possessive and passionate and sure they would die without the other by their side. Life mates. But all those stories began the same way. “I caught her scent, and I knew…”
Thomas had been restless, which was how this whole thing started in the first place, but those kinds of shackles weren’t what he was looking for. No. This was just an aberration. He wasn’t used to verbal foreplay. Wasn’t used to waiting for gratification. Once he’d had her he would feel better. More himself. He had to be. It was what the fans of Shifting Reality were expecting, what they deserved since, whether they knew it or not, the website would close when the contest was over.
One week. One week with Margo. That would barely be enough time for all he wanted to do with her. To her. He quickened his pace.
Thomas was hungry, and dinner couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Four
Margo sat quietly at the large, formal dining table, listening to her fellow contestants chatter. She was still distracted by her earlier experience in the shower. When the water had cooled she’d stepped out of the enclosure and wrapped herself in a plush green towel. She’d looked in drawers and behind the medicine cabinet, but she hadn’t seen any camera equipment or mics anywhere.
Still, she was suspicious. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. She’d never been able to hear his voice in her fantasies, yet today she had. As though he’d been speaking directly to her. And her body had responded. She’d lost control, had one of the strongest orgasms of her life, with or without a partner.
She’d carefully dressed in her best battle armor; charcoal slacks with a high waist and an ivory blouse of silk and lace with pearl buttons along the wrists. It made her feel professional, cool, a little untouchable. Unfortunately, she couldn’t take Chi’s advice and wear sneakers, so she’d slipped into some black kitten flats and called it a compromise.
Looking around the room, she knew she could have worn jeans and a T-shirt and no one would notice. Not with Naomi Blaze in the room. She wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box, but she knew how to draw attention to herself.
Stan the Slayer was certainly smitten. The two were huddled close together, as thick as thieves. Maybe he couldn’t help himself. She was in the tightest red leather mini dress Margo had ever seen outside of a music video. Men were the same no matter how nicely they cleaned up, she supposed. And for all his gentlemanly behavior, Stan was just a man.
Margo glanced over at Julie who was speaking animatedly to the Hollister couple sitting directly across from them. Julie, Margo knew, was trying to pretend she didn’t notice Liam standing in the far corner, watching her every move. Joseph and Chi were nowhere to be found, something Margo found incredibly interesting, though no one else seemed to notice. Everyone was paired or pairing up, except for her. Flying to Scotland hadn’t changed a thing. She took a sip of wine, attempting to focus on the conversation.