Surrounded By Temptation(15)

“Angel, you make it through this testing shit without becoming my mate and it’ll be a fucking miracle. I want nothing more than to make you mine forever.”

Then Rob swore under his breath, a look of pained regret in his eyes, and whirled, getting into the shower and slamming the glass door closed.

Ariel felt a pang of sadness at Rob’s sudden withdrawal, but she refused to analyze why.

Some things are best left unexplained.





Chapter Six



Rob scrubbed his skin like cleaning it would clean his soul. What the hell was wrong with him? He knew his animal wanted to claim her, but he had no intention of voicing that. At least not when he was considered lucid under this medication. It was almost as if in that moment, his lion had control of everything and it was only through sheer will alone he kept from crushing his mouth to hers. He guessed that was because the medication he’d been shot up with was working, but at what cost? And how well did it actually work if his lion was able to overpower him, if only for a few seconds?

The door to the shower opened and his head snapped in that direction.

Shit, shit, shit. Ariel was naked. And she was stepping into the shower with him. Fuck. He so didn’t need the temptation right now, which he guessed was exactly her reasoning why now was the time to test his will. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to force out the image of her waiflike figure out of his mind.

“Rob,” she breathed, and touched his arm. His eyes opened and the compassion he saw in them almost brought him to his knees. “We’ll go slow. If you want me to stop, just say the word. Okay?”

He blinked the water from his eyes and ran his hand through his wet hair, watching her, gauging her. “The problem is, angel, I don’t want to stop. And you’re going to.”

“Yes.” It wasn’t a question, but she’d answered him anyway.

He shut his eyes again, trying to find the strength to resist the need, but when something hot and wet encased his dick, he gasped, eyes flying open.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, watching as Ariel took him into his mouth. She was on her knees before him and he had to grab the side of the wall with one hand to keep from digging into her scalp. With the other, he adjusted the showerhead so she wouldn’t be pounded with water. It was instinctual to make sure she was protected, and he didn’t fight that reaction.

Her mouth was like heaven and hell. The sweetest feeling he’d ever experienced and the most dangerous, the most tempting. He warred with himself to shove her down on the shower floor and take her verses being still and enjoying her mouth on him.

He couldn’t help it. He slid his hands into her hair, knotting his fingers in her soft locks while he started to thrust into her mouth. She moaned around him, taking him deep and then swallowing. He shouted, squeezing her hair tighter. But the she let his dick slip free from her welcoming heat.

“Let go.”

He groaned, fingers flexing convulsively, not wanting to let her go. He slowly shook his head.

“You let go right now, or it stops.”

He growled at her and her eyes got wide.

“Rob? Are you okay? What’s my name?” The tremble in her voice stabbed at his heart and he unlocked his fingers from her hair without giving it another thought. He rubbed his fists in his eyes, trying to breathe through his need.

“Ariel,” he rasped, answering her.

“Do you want to stop?”

Oh God, if she stopped now, he might just die right there. If she didn’t think he could do this, she might think him weak and not want to do it again. Or worse. Turn to Jack. He growled. No fucking way would he let that happen. “No,” he said a little too harshly, but at the moment, it couldn’t be helped.

“Look at me.”

Rob opened his eyes and his mouth went dry. She was sitting on the shower floor, her legs spread where he could see her beautiful pussy. She tweaked her nipples, watching him, a soft moan escaping her supple lips. He groaned, starting to move toward her. He needed to touch her, smell her, taste her.

“No, Robbie. Stay there. Just watch.”

“Shit, angel.” He fisted his hands but stayed put. Then the little vixen’s hands slipped from her breasts to her legs, one resting on her thigh, the other diving right for her core. “Son of a bitch,” he groaned as she started to masturbate. His cock was hard as steel and aching for the attention it had lost.

“You can touch yourself. Let me see you stroke that beautiful cock, Robbie.”

He gritted his teeth as he complied, taking his dick in hand and roughly jacking from root to tip. She moaned, her head falling back on her shoulders as she started playing with her clit.