those were not moans of distress. His wife may have passed away twenty-five years ago, but he still remembered what a woman’s pleasure sounded like.
Every drop of blood in his body drained into his dick and he actually had to press down on it to stop the orgasm poised at the tip. Shit, he needed to get out of here and fast. Tiptoeing awkwardly, he gripped the doorway just as another moan floated on the air. “Sloan…”
He managed to slip out of the room and close the door almost silently before he sprinted down the hall. He burst through the door to his own room and slammed it hard behind him before unzipping his pants and plunging his hand inside.
Not even two steps into his room, and still fully dressed, Sloan gripped his cock with one hand, using the other to prop himself up against the wall. He set a fast pace, stroking his thumb over the top of his dick with each pass.
Sweat dripped off his forehead and onto the floor, mixing with the pre-come already pearling at the tip of his cock. The sound of his name from Sunny’s lips was still echoing in his ears and he closed his eyes, a picture of a nude Sunny in the throes of orgasm forming on his closed lids.
“Fuck,” he grunted as every muscle in his body contracted. The pleasure started at the base of his spine and spread rapidly through his entire body until he was sure he was going to pass out. He increased the pace of his stroking until his entire being was focused on the sensations between his legs.
He came violently, spurting all over his hand and clothes. He continued rubbing his dick until he was too sensitive to stand it anymore.
His legs were barely strong enough to support him as he stumbled over to his bed before sagging onto the mattress. He stared at the mess he’d made, another wave of confusion washing over him. Logically, he knew Dara wouldn’t have wanted him to live the rest of his life alone. In fact, she’d probably be thrilled another woman had finally caught his attention. And in truth, it wasn’t really guilt that made him so reluctant to get to know Sunny.
No, it wasn’t guilt. It was fear. He had a feeling that falling for Sunny would be one of the easiest things he’d ever do. But as much as he sneered at Raven and the rest of them for believing in the prophecy about a war to end all wars, he’d seen the evidence of it himself. His magic seemed to be doubling in power every few days, almost as if in preparation for the coming war. All of it meant he could very well have finally found his soul mate. But then what had Dara been?
God, he was so confused. He’d loved Dara with all his heart. If she wasn’t his soul mate, it meant someone else was. And according to the prophecy, he and his soul mate would be fighting side by side in the coming war.
An image of Sunny popped up, unbidden, in his mind’s eye, but he pushed it away.
He’d already lost someone he’d loved dearly in the last war and it had nearly killed him. He wasn’t sure if he could survive that again.
Chapter 9
Sloan pressed his hand against his aching head and stumbled into the hall. He had hardly slept at all, and his sleepless night was starting to take its toll on him. He needed coffee to stop the pounding in his head. To top it all off, his body hummed with extra magic, and he desperately needed to release some of the buildup.
A door opened a little ways up the hall. The only occupied room that far down the corridor was the new fire handler’s.
Crap. Sunny was the last person he needed to see right now, especially when he was in such poor control of his magic.
He thought briefly about ducking back into his room but at that second, she looked right at him. “Good morning,” she said brightly.
God, she was beautiful. Her full lips were tilted upward in a grin, and he instantly wondered what they would look like wrapped around his dick.
Shaking the thought from his head, he nodded at her. “Morning,” he grunted, hoping she didn’t notice the
Every drop of blood in his body drained into his dick and he actually had to press down on it to stop the orgasm poised at the tip. Shit, he needed to get out of here and fast. Tiptoeing awkwardly, he gripped the doorway just as another moan floated on the air. “Sloan…”
He managed to slip out of the room and close the door almost silently before he sprinted down the hall. He burst through the door to his own room and slammed it hard behind him before unzipping his pants and plunging his hand inside.
Not even two steps into his room, and still fully dressed, Sloan gripped his cock with one hand, using the other to prop himself up against the wall. He set a fast pace, stroking his thumb over the top of his dick with each pass.
Sweat dripped off his forehead and onto the floor, mixing with the pre-come already pearling at the tip of his cock. The sound of his name from Sunny’s lips was still echoing in his ears and he closed his eyes, a picture of a nude Sunny in the throes of orgasm forming on his closed lids.
“Fuck,” he grunted as every muscle in his body contracted. The pleasure started at the base of his spine and spread rapidly through his entire body until he was sure he was going to pass out. He increased the pace of his stroking until his entire being was focused on the sensations between his legs.
He came violently, spurting all over his hand and clothes. He continued rubbing his dick until he was too sensitive to stand it anymore.
His legs were barely strong enough to support him as he stumbled over to his bed before sagging onto the mattress. He stared at the mess he’d made, another wave of confusion washing over him. Logically, he knew Dara wouldn’t have wanted him to live the rest of his life alone. In fact, she’d probably be thrilled another woman had finally caught his attention. And in truth, it wasn’t really guilt that made him so reluctant to get to know Sunny.
No, it wasn’t guilt. It was fear. He had a feeling that falling for Sunny would be one of the easiest things he’d ever do. But as much as he sneered at Raven and the rest of them for believing in the prophecy about a war to end all wars, he’d seen the evidence of it himself. His magic seemed to be doubling in power every few days, almost as if in preparation for the coming war. All of it meant he could very well have finally found his soul mate. But then what had Dara been?
God, he was so confused. He’d loved Dara with all his heart. If she wasn’t his soul mate, it meant someone else was. And according to the prophecy, he and his soul mate would be fighting side by side in the coming war.
An image of Sunny popped up, unbidden, in his mind’s eye, but he pushed it away.
He’d already lost someone he’d loved dearly in the last war and it had nearly killed him. He wasn’t sure if he could survive that again.
Chapter 9
Sloan pressed his hand against his aching head and stumbled into the hall. He had hardly slept at all, and his sleepless night was starting to take its toll on him. He needed coffee to stop the pounding in his head. To top it all off, his body hummed with extra magic, and he desperately needed to release some of the buildup.
A door opened a little ways up the hall. The only occupied room that far down the corridor was the new fire handler’s.
Crap. Sunny was the last person he needed to see right now, especially when he was in such poor control of his magic.
He thought briefly about ducking back into his room but at that second, she looked right at him. “Good morning,” she said brightly.
God, she was beautiful. Her full lips were tilted upward in a grin, and he instantly wondered what they would look like wrapped around his dick.
Shaking the thought from his head, he nodded at her. “Morning,” he grunted, hoping she didn’t notice the
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