She nods and reaches back to get my mouth on hers, demanding it in a way that makes me grin as her legs ease open again and her fingers pick up with the pattern she’d found. Building herself up faster this time after I guide her fingers lower briefly, letting her feel how wet she is.
She’s so slick, practically dripping, and I so badly want to fuck her with my fingers, watch her fuck herself with her own, but better to do things this way the first time. Even if it kills me to still not have really touched her myself, I want her to do it, to know she can bring herself this feeling, to realize what her body is capable of all on its own.
Later, Aiden and I will have time to teach her what it’s capable of with us.
“Cy.” She’s panting against me, her face turning into my neck, on the brink of it if she’ll only let herself go. “I—”
I release her other hand to take hold of her jaw to direct her focus back to the mirror. “Eyes on me, Cora.” Her green eyes find mine just as she’s told. “You keep your eyes on me. Don’t stop. I’ve got you.”
My gaze remains on hers right until her delicate fingers push her over the edge, and she shatters with a soft cry that nearly brings me with her. Her whole body tensing with the force of it, and I hold onto her as she rides it out.
“My wild one,” I murmur in her ear, my eyes still on hers as she comes back down from the high. “I knew you’d be so very pretty when you come, but now that I’ve seen it for myself… You’ll be lucky if you can still lift these pretty fingers by the time we’rethrough.”
She gasps, watching me bring them to my mouth so I can suck them clean of the taste of her as thoroughly as I wish I could between her legs. Savoring every bit of her and still wanting more. Always more, because it’ll never be enough.
With her, just as it’s always been with Aiden, it’ll never be enough.
I catch up to the wagon several hours later, a dead man’s pocketbook in my vest and an ache in my bones that makes me want to turn in early. Then I take one look at the dazed expression on Cora’s face before she spots me, and it’s more than enough to have me yanking Cypress behind the wagon where she can’t see.
“You’ve been busy in my absence,” I mutter, keeping my voice low while I listen to Cora minding the fire. “Thought I asked you to behave.”
“What makes you think I have not followed that advice?” he challenges, and I give him an even stare until he smiles. “I simply imparted some new skills, wolf.”
I roll my eyes, lacking the patience for this. “Speak plainly.”
“I may have given her some…overdue instruction on how to handle things on her own.”
“Cy…”
“You know, the more I learn about her family, the moreconvinced I am that she is far better off with us.Terriblemother—”
“Cy…”
“—put all sorts of ideas in her head—”
“Cypress.” I crowd into him, let each word come out measured. “What did you do?”
“Me?” He arches an eyebrow as if confused. “Ibarely lifted a finger. Though getting to watch…”
I’m going to kill him.
“Did you fucking make her come while I was gone? Is that what you’re telling me?”
He grins.The bastard.And I’m near to picking out a second burial spot for the day before the words sink in. “Wait,instruction? Youtaughther?”
Cypress nods, though some of the amusement in his expression fades as he studies me. “I know you still may have your reservations about us being able to give her the type of life she deserves, and after what happened this morning…”
“After what happened this morning, I think it’s clear I was right to.”
“Has it changed your—”
“No. It should but…” I let out a deep breath. “After coming that close to having her taken away, all I know is that I still want her with us. Her place is with us. You were right. I—”
Cypress is on me before I can finish, his hands on my vest to switch our positions so that my back is the one up against the wagon before his fingers fly to my belt.
“Fuck.” I’m already panting as my hands cover his. “Cy, hold on, we…Christ, of course me telling you that you’re right gets you riled.”
He chuckles, low and deep, then brings his mouth a whisper away from mine. “You would be admiring my restraint if you’d seen her. How gorgeous she is.” His hands flex beneath mine asI groan at the picture he’s putting in my head. “It’s all I can see. I need—please, I need something.”