But the cold did not quiet his mind.
It carried him backward.
To the first time he had taken Sera.
The way she had felt around his cock. Tight and welcoming. There had been a connection that went beyond skin. She had fit against him. The bond had not needed teeth to seal it. It had burned through him naturally.
His hand drifted to his cock. He wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked slowly at first, back and forth, his head tilting against the cool tile wall. His fist tightened.
Memory and sensation blurred. He imagined Sera beneath him again.
His breathing deepened. The cold water no longer registered. He pressed his forehead to the tile, his grip harder now, chasing release. "Sera…" Eric threw his head back under the punishing stream of water, the spray striking his chest, his face, his closed eyes. His hand against his cock moved frantically. He gripped the steel shower pole.
