ANOKAI’S POV.
I woke up the next morning feeling more settled than the night before. I had tossed and turned throughout the entire night, desperate for a release, wanting the buildup in my core to be expelled and out, but I got none. I tried using my hand. I had never tried before, never touched myself, and even as my fingers went in and out of me, my slick coating the one finger I used, it wasn’t the same as theirs; it did nothing to quiet the release I badly desired.
I wanted theirs—all of their fingers.
I craved all of them together again, on top of me, behind me, fingers in me, hands on me, sucking, licking, biting. But I wasn’t going to let them have it. I needed a bit of power, control. And as long as I hold my ground, they’ll learn to respect that I’m not someone easy to have.
