Watched

The timer started counting down in soft blue numbers at the edge of my vision. 29:58 29:57 I sat on the edge of the bed in just a tank top, bare from the waist down like the system demanded, and stared at the wolf. “Just sit there like a giant silent pervert while I get myself off.” My voice came out rougher than I wanted. I spread my knees a little wider, “Fine. You want a show? You’re getting one.” My hand slid down my stomach. I kept my eyes on his while my fingers found my c**t and circled once, slow. A shaky breath left me. “f**k. That’s… sensitive.” I rubbed harder, two fingers pressing and sliding. “Are you seeing this?” I asked him. “That’s how f****d up this body is. I died less than an hour ago and I’m already dripping for a wolf.” My middle finger pushed inside. “f**k,” I groaned, head tipping back for a second before I forced my eyes open again. “God, that’s good.” I f****d myself with that single finger, slow and deep, palm grinding against my c**t on every stroke. “You just going to stare? Not even going to blink?” He blinked once. Slow. Deliberate. I laughed, breathless and mean. “Asshole.” I added a second finger. The stretch made my toes curl. “Nnnh… f**k…” My hips started moving, chasing my own hand. “Feels so f*****g good. Bet you’d feel better. Bet that big body of yours is packing something thick.” I closed my eyes. The image came easy. Him standing. Tall. Broader than Cassian ever was. Broad chest with hands bigger than mine, gripping my thighs and spreading me open. “Yeah,” I whispered, fingers speeding up. “Like that. You’d hold me down and make me take it, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t even ask. Just shove that c**k in and watch me squirm.” My thumb found my c**t and rubbed hard circles while I kept f*****g myself. The wet noise got louder. “Ah… ah, f**k… right there…” My voice broke into a moan, “God, I’m so wet. Can you smell it? Bet you can. Bet that nose of yours is full of how badly I need to come.” I opened my eyes again. His gaze hadn’t shifted. But something in it felt heavier. Darker. Like he was cataloguing every sound I made. “You like this,” I accused, breathless. “Sitting there while I finger-f**k myself raw for points. Sick fuck.” My free hand shoved the tank top up so my breasts were bare. I pinched one n****e hard and cried out, back arching. “s**t… yes…” I was close already. This new body was too responsive. Every stroke of my fingers sent sparks up my spine. I scissored them inside myself, stretching, curling, hunting for that spot that made my thighs shake. “f**k, f**k, f**k…” The words tumbled out between moans. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come with your eyes on me and I don’t even know your name yet…” My hips snapped up to meet my hand. “Nnnh-ahhh… god, yes… just like that…” I was moaning loud now, not caring. “Want you to watch me fall apart. Want you to see how f*****g easy this body is for you…” The pressure built fast and mean. My fingers slammed in harder, thumb abusing my c**t in tight, desperate circles. “I’m… f**k… I’m coming… watch me… watch me come for you…” The orgasm ripped through me, my whole body locked, thighs clamping around my own hand, a broken, filthy moan tearing out of my throat as I kept f*****g myself through it. I collapsed back, chest heaving, fingers still buried inside myself while the aftershocks twitched through me. The blue interface flared bright. *Task 001 complete. +50 points. Current total: 50 points. Bond percentage: 4%.* A softer line of text bloomed underneath, *Good girl.* I stared at those two words until my vision blurred. My fingers slipped free, wiping them on the sheets without looking away from the wolf. He still hadn’t moved. But the weight of his gaze had changed, like he had just filed every moan and every tremble away for later. I swallowed. My voice came out wrecked. “Don’t look at me like that. I did what it wanted. That’s all.” His ears flicked once. Nothing else. I stayed there until my legs stopped shaking, then stood on unsteady feet and pulled on the first pair of leggings and a hoodie I found in the dresser. “I need air,” I told him. “You coming?” He rose in one smooth motion and followed me to the door, silent as a shadow. I made it half a block before a voice called out behind me. “Hey… wait.” I turned. The woman was a little taller than me, warm brown skin, sharp dark eyes, curly hair pulled into a messy knot. She wore a green sweater and jeans and carried two coffees like she’d been expecting company. Something about her face felt familiar, but I could not quite remember where I saw her. “You look like you could use this. Rough first day?” I stared at her. “Do I know you?” Her smile didn’t fade. It just softened, like she already knew the answer and was waiting for me to catch up. The system interface flickered at the edge of my vision. *Familiar presence detected. Observation recommended.*