Anubis

• chapter 36 •

Syere POV

We sat in the bath together my back pressed against Anubis's chest smoking amongst eachother in a comforting silence.

A stark difference to the first time he joined me. I chuckled at the memory.

I groan feeling his lips on my neck again. We were two blunts down and he refuses to keep his hands to himself.

Soft kisses on my neck nipping softly when I try ignoring him, muttering honey words near my ears, all whilst he caressed my hand in his softly.

Is he in heat? Wtf.

Upon hearing my thoughts he groans in my ear pulling away.

"Mhm I'm not." He sighs sounding annoyed and confused.

I raise a brow in understanding. "Ah you're that type."

He suddenly grabs my chin tilting my head back peering down at me. "What type?"

I look up at him. "Sex drives goes into overdrive type." I reply averting my eyes from his the position of him looking down at me turning me on.

"Mhm yea I wanna fuck you. Nice and deep." His hand presses on my stomach lightly. "Right here."

I bite my lip shuddering at the thought. Unfortunately I'm no better than him but I needed to restrain myself due to the fact that I'm still recovering from yesterday.

But Anubis seemed determined to turn me on.

I force a roll of my eyes but before I can say anything he stops me.

"Roll your eyes like that again." He challenged.

I push his hands away slightly flustered from his demeanor sitting up. "Whatever, we had sex yesterday." Struggling to muster up a reasonable lie as I looked away from him.

He chuckles deeply. "Someone who complained about needing sex and weed so much that she might lose her mind without it..." He drifts off suddenly turning me around in his lap looking at me.

"Is complaining now about possibly getting fucked two days in a row?" He raises a brow with a smile. "Is that the reason you're going with?"

"When we both know you'd love me breaking you in again." He once's me over with a smirk. "Or is it that you can't take it?" He taunts.

"I can." I glared refusing to back down.

"Mhm really?" His expression grew dark. Wrapping his hand around my neck he pulls me in closer. "Why don't we see?"

I glare defiantly which seemed to make his grin widen.

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I moan softly against his neck feeling his fingers burrowed deep inside as I straddled his lap. We've been at this for an hour and he still hadn't even put it in yet but here I was, struggling to catch my breath after cumming.

It felt like I was being edged. I wanted him put it in but I rather die than admit that to him.

Haha. Die? Bitch you're dead.

He suddenly removes his fingers pushing me down on the bed. I groan in annoyance becoming impatient, my feelings evident on my face.

"What? Getting frustrated cuz I won't put it in?" He chuckles rubbing the tip against me before slapping it on my clit. "You want it so bad, beg then."

My face falls. "I'm not begging you to fuck me like some cheap whore." I state with a glare.

He laughs. "Stubborn as always." He suddenly pushes the tip in slowly, just the tip to my frustration. "I can fix that."