Chapter 37
YELENA
I gasp, my pulse pounding as hard as my bare feet as I charge headlong though the dark woods.
Shadows leap. Branches claw at me. The wind howls like a banshee as my adrenaline spikes and fear knots in my throat.
I hear a twig snap.
A branch crack.
A footstep crunch.
And the gravelly, cocksure chuckle of a predator who already knows he's won.
I try to bolt in a different direction, but it’s too late. My scream curdles in my lungs when he slams into me, taking me down in a tangle of limbs and hair.
He slams me onto my back, instantly all over me like an animal: biting, clawing, ripping, devouring.
His hands tear my clothes and pin me hard to the rough dirt of the forest floor. He rips down my panties, shoving my legs apart before raking his teeth up my inner thigh.
“The audacity,” he snarls. “Of daring to run and keeping my pussy away from me.”
His tongue drags through my pussy, curling around my clit before he brutally sucks it between his lips.
I cry out, my back arching off the ground in a violent jolt of pleasure.
His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave marks as his tongue snakes and slithers around my swollen clit.
He adds pressure, his cheeks hollowing, and when two thick fingers ram into me and curl against my front wall, I shatter into pieces.
My heels kick at the dirt. My hands clench the dried leaves. My body writhes and submits to his brutal and consuming assault on my pussy, until black spots dot my vision.
Then the black spots begin to grow lighter, then lighter still, until they’re white, not black.
The forest melts away until I’m looking up at a white ceiling with ornate filagree around the edges where it meets the walls.
The dirt and leaves and twigs at my back are suddenly soft and luxurious bed linens.
The dream shatters completely. But the pleasure between my legs only heightens.
Oh fuck…
My sleepy gaze swivels down, and I whimper as my eyes lock with Achilles’ dark, venomous stare. He growls against my pussy, curling his fingers in and out of me with wet squelching sounds as he sucks my clit between his lips.
The way I used to try and protest I didn't love this is almost comical at this point. Not just because Achilles going down on me while I’m asleep has become a regular occurrence, but because I can admit to myself now that this has always been something that’s turned me on—the idea of him using me, specifically going down on me, while I’m unconscious.
Somno has always been a favorite kink of mine. I was just scared to admit that there was a reason I gravitated toward edgier internet porn, Wattpad stories, or spicy dark BookTok recommendations that depicted it.
With Achilles I’m no longer afraid of that, or so many other dark desires I’ve always had.
I cry out when he adds suction as his tongue snakes around my clit, dragging the tip of his tongue back and forth across the swollen nub, making my thighs shake and my eyes roll back.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
Oh fucking—
“FUCK!!” I scream as my body practically levitates off the bed. The orgasm slams into me, twisting and snarling its way through my body as my hands fly to his hair and tangle in it.
I’m still shaking as he slowly pulls away with a last slow lick. I whimper when he kisses and then bites my inner thigh, hard, before he slides up my body.
I moan when he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue as it invades my mouth.
But when I feel his thick cock grind against my pussy I start to shiver as my legs automatically spread around his hips.
Achilles shifts, still kissing me deeply as he brings the huge, swollen head of his massive cock to my opening.
“Now take my dick like a good girl.”
He rams home with one powerful thrust, burying every inch of himself inside me.
I moan, our tongues dancing together and my arms wrapping around his neck.
He pounds into me hard, making me squeal into his mouth.
When he truly starts to fuck me, like the predator from my dream just now, all I can do is hold on for dear life.
I lose track of the orgasms. I’m just riding one into the next, delirious with vicious, violent pleasure as he pounds into me—biting, sucking, scratching, gripping and slapping as he fucks me like a god.
My fingers thread into his hair, my moans of pleasure devoured by his mouth as crushes his lips to mine and fucks me into oblivion.
I come screaming his name into his mouth as I explode around his cock.
Achilles groans, grinding so fucking deep as I feel his heavy balls tighten against my ass.
His hot cum spills into me, pumping me so full that I can already feel it dripping out from where we join as I cling to him like a life raft.
I’m still trying to catch my breath as he slowly pulls out and rolls onto his back. He gathers me in his arms, pulling me half on top of him until I’m sprawled across his chest, sweaty and limp.
“Good morning to you too,” I pant.
“Did you have nice dreams?” he growls, a devilish grin on his face as he leans down to kiss my forehead.
“You know I did,” I giggle. Then my eyes swivel to the clock on his nightstand. “Shit. I need to get back to Morvaine before class," I groan. "I left my books there yesterday. And I should probably grab breakfast—”
“Your books are right there.” He raises the muscled arm that isn’t wrapped around me and lazily points across his bedroom.
I blink in shock. “Wait, what?”
Achilles just shrugs. “I went earlier, before I woke you up via your pussy.”
I blush. Then my brows furrow. “You went to Morvaine just to get my books?”
His brows knit. “Yes?”
I bite my lip. “Why?”
He rolls on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
“So that I could take my time tasting your pretty cunt this morning.”
“You weren’t worried about…” Heat flames my cheeks. “I mean, Jude lives—”
“Do you honestly think I’m worried about Jude Nikolayev?”
Most people asking that would get a resounding “you should be” in answer.
Jude might be what most people would call “beautiful”, but he's also well over six feet tall, lean, muscled, strong, and obviously—given the black eyes from the other day Achilles and I still aren't talking about—not afraid to tussle with the star quarterback of a powerful college football team.
But then I remember who I’m talking to. No, there’s no way Achilles is worried about Jude, and I'm sure there’s no real reason he needs to be.
Achilles suddenly slides off the bed, making me pout.
“Wait wait wait, where—”
“Breakfast,” he growls, glancing at me with a grin. “Be downstairs in fifteen.”
My lips curve up.
Fourteen minutes later, showered and dressed for class, I walk into Kingsward Hall’s huge, professional-grade kitchen to find a plate, folded linen napkin, silverware, and coffee waiting for me at the counter.
“Sit,” Achilles commands, stooping shirtless over the stovetop, spatula in hand.
It’s not the first time he’s made me breakfast. And it’s low-key one of my favorite things ever.
After I take my seat, he turns and deftly scoops the perfect western omelet out of the pan and onto my plate. He grabs two bowls before coming back and scooping freshly made salsa and guacamole onto the plate next to the eggs.
“Seriously, how do you know this is my favorite breakfast?”
He leans across the counter—still shirtless, smirking, his eyes locked with mine as he brings his coffee mug to his lips.
“Same way I know how to make you shatter on my tongue, fingers, and cock, little prey.”
I blush fiercely. “So, the mind-reading machine again?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, just good old-fashioned stalking.”
I snort, grinning as I take a sip of coffee and dive into my amazing breakfast.
“You mean I told you once and you’ve got a mind like a steel trap,” I grin around bites of omelet.
“Something like that.”
My pulse jumps as he prowls around the kitchen island until he’s standing next to me. Heat ripples through me as he cups my jaw, lifting my face to his.
“Maybe it’s just that my cock gets so fucking deep in your tight little pussy that I can read your thoughts, little prey. Maybe I see every single thought you have when you’re gasping and panting, trying to get away.”
Well, that's one theory.
After I’m done with breakfast and brushing my teeth with the toothbrush I now keep in his bathroom, I come back downstairs to find him sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee.
“Unfortunately,” I sigh, my eyes hungrily roaming over his bare, grooved, tattooed torso, “I have to get to class.”
“That’s very unfortunate,” he murmurs, turning to wrap his arms around me.
I shiver. “But… I’m free after four?”
Achilles brings up a hand, cupping my jaw. “Then by four-oh-one you will be upstairs in my bed, with your mouth wrapped around my cock and that sweet pussy riding my tongue. Is that clear?”
Holy shit.
“I said is that clear, little prey.”
I nod as I swallow. “Very,” I breathe.
“Good girl.”
A pulse surges through me and I kiss him softly. Then I turn to leave for class.
“Aren't you forgetting something.”
I turn, my brows knit. “N-no?”
Achilles cocks a brow. “Oh, but you are.” He holds out his palm. “Panties.”
I shiver. “What?”
“Your panties, Yelena,” he growls. “You’re still wearing them.”
Oh fuck…
My gaze returns to his. Heat drips down my spine and pools between my thighs. Then slowly, trembling, I glance at the doorway to the kitchen and reach under my skirt. I slip my thong down my legs, step out of it, and hand it to him, my face throbbing.
“You’ll get them back later,” he murmurs, his eyes locked with mine. “After I use them to tie your wrists behind your back while I fuck your messy, wet cum hole.”