Opaque Melodies (Coveting Delirium 1)

“My eyes are up here, Cat,” he teased.

When I went to touch him, he grabbed hold of my wrist to stop me. I finally glanced at him, my gaze questioning.

“This is for you.”

“What’s for me?”

With a mischievous grin, he gently pressed me back into the only wall his shower had. Keeping his eyes on mine, he spread my thighs apart and pressed his lips to the center of my chest, skimming them all the way down to my pussy.

I swallowed, sinking my teeth into my lower lip when he pressed the pad of a finger on my clit, rotating it with the perfect amount of pressure. Down on his knees, he peered up at me, his thick lashes wet. It made his impossibly blue eyes seem even bluer.

Sliding his hands around to grip my ass, he leaned in and dragged his entire tongue up my slit, flattening it over my clit. I sucked in a small breath, tangling my digits in his hair. The shower was causing the tendrils to curl and appear darker than they were.

He lapped at me again, bringing one hand up to slip two of his fingers inside me. Methodically, he began to pump them in and out of my pussy, simultaneously suckling my clit and teasing it with his tongue.

My back arched off the wall, I moaned and tightened my grip on his locks.

He began alternating between dipping his tongue inside me to rolling my hardening nub with the pad of his thumb.

“Your pussy tastes better than my favorite whiskey,” he hummed, moaning his appreciation a second later. The sound had my walls clenching, the pressure inside me expanding.

“Alaric,” I whimpered his name.

With a devilish grin he grabbed my ass so tightly I couldn’t move, buried his entire face in my pussy and began to attack my clit with his tongue.

The heated rush hit me hard.

I cursed as my pussy convulsed, moaning so loud the shower could no longer be heard.

He continued to roll my clit, sending me straight into another climax. Had he not been holding me up I would’ve folded down to the ground.

I was still trying to catch my breath when he rose up, kissing his way back to my mouth. I breathed against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, I savored the way I tasted.

“Feel better?” he asked with a knowing grin. I smiled and placed my head on his chest.

After standing there doing nothing more than that for an immeasurable amount of time, he suggested we wash up before the water turned any colder than it already had. He finished before me, and when I finally made my way into the guest room, towel wrapped around my body, Alaric had picked up everything from the suitcase.

He was perched on the edge of the bed with a glass of water and something grasped in one of his hands. He’d only gone to put on a pair of sweatpants, leaving his upper half free to be ogled.

“What’s that?” I asked, nodding to his hand.

“For you.” He opened his palm to reveal two round white pills.

“What does it do?

“Its going to help your head.” He extended them in my direction.

I wavered between looking in his eyes or at his hand. “Is it okay for me to take something randomly?”

“This isn’t random. You said you’ve misplaced your medication. Until it is replaced this will help you.”

Misplaced. That was the word we were going with?

“I never said that.”

He raised his brows. “What else would have happened to them?”

I shrugged, tightening my hold on my towel. “You took them.”

With an amused smirk, he stood up and moved to stand directly in front of me. “Take the pills Cat, you need to sleep.”

My heart thudded in my chest. His eyes bore into mine with a hint of something darker peering at me from their depths.

Opening my hand, I accepted the pills and tossed them back without looking away, their bitter coating remained on my tongue. I chased it away by downing nearly the entire glass of water.

“Good girl.” He kissed the center of my forehead and then turned away to grab a nightie he had picked out.

I sat the glass of water on the nightstand and allowed him to slip it over my head, dropping the towel once I was covered.

He went over to the bed and peeled back the comforter. “Come on, I’ll stay with you.”

My gaze bounced between him and the bed. I scowled and crossed my arms. “Is there a reason why we’re not going to your room? I haven’t even been allowed to cross the threshold.”

“We’re not going to my room because once I get you in my bed you won’t be sleeping until you’ve come on my fingers, tongue, and cock.”

“We should probably head that way then.”