Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
sinner
I was pissed that I even had to get out of bed to follow her. How the hell did she think I wouldn’t notice?
God. It was laughable.
And I was pathetic, because there was no way in hell I wouldn’t follow her.
She thought I hadn’t seen her reading that note. There were a few times in my life when I truly felt inferior for my lack of literacy.
This was one of them. Because even if I’d found it first, I wouldn’t have known what it said.
And when that bastard Leon showed up, I nearly blew my cover. It would have been worth it to punch him square in the face, to wrap my hands around his neck and remind him of how badly he fucked up.
But I was intrigued. Sneaking around? Secret notes?
So I let it play out. It had to be more exciting than the hours and hours of physical training we’d been enduring for weeks now.
I’d pictured a dozen ways I’d make Leon pay for what he’d done to us, but when I got a good look at him, my anger faded.
He didn’t look malicious or traitorous, though he definitely was.
He looked sad.
Once he left, I was prepared to sneak back to the barracks so Athena wouldn’t know I’d left.
But the voices from below made me hesitate. I couldn’t leave her if there was a chance those cadets would find her. And then the soft moans started.
If that wasn’t surprising enough, Athena shocked the shit out of me by moving forward to watch.
Thank god I’d gotten out of bed to follow her.
She was interested. Her body was tense, her breathing ragged as she inhaled the sight of the couple below.
And that only intrigued me more.
I should have just left. Instead, I crept forward. Knelt behind her. Then I cupped her mouth before she had a chance to scream.
God, she was so fucking sexy like this. Her heart raced—probably as quickly as mine. Her skin was hot, and that only made me want her even more.
I’d been attempting to keep my attraction to her locked down. I’d kept my distance, and I’d done my best to not stare at her wet, naked body in the bathhouse. I’d even forced myself not to watch her writhe against her opponents in training, sweaty, hair mussed, face and chest flushed.
But then I’d gone and fucking kissed her. I was a goddamn idiot.
After her initial shock, she didn’t put up a fight. As if she knew it was me. I brought my mouth down to her ear, and whispered, “I’m going to move my hand. Stay quiet unless you want them to see us.”
She nodded, her plump, moist lips brushing against my fingers, sending sparks of desire through me.
Fuck. I let her go, willing my dick to settle down. But I didn’t move. I kept my body over hers, my chest pressing into her back, keeping us low on the black sea rocks.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
She didn’t turn and look at me. She was still staring at the couple below. The topless woman had now slid down the man’s body and was unbuckling his pants.
Athena’s breath hitched.
“Have you ever seen people do this?” I asked her, ignoring her question.
Rather than a witty, angry comeback like I expected, she asked a question.
“What is she doing?”
The woman removed the man’s pants completely, and his member sprung up between them.
“Keep watching,” I demanded.
Fuck, watching Athena watch them just fucking might be the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. She was innocent. Good.
She’d trusted me with her body—only me—and now, I’d get to see her turned on once more.
“Is she going to—oh.” Her breath turned into a subtle moan. It was nearly imperceptible. Another person wouldn’t have noticed it, but I knew fucking everything about her. I knew how her breath spiked when she was angry or excited.
And I knew what she sounded like when she was fucking turned on, too.
It had been too long since I’d pleased her. Since I’d made her come.
The woman below worked her mouth over the man’s cock, bobbing up and down while he leaned back on the sea rocks, moaning and cursing to the heavens.
Athena’s breathing quickened again, her body trembling slightly.
With my left hand pinned beside her, I moved my right hand down her side, caressing her.
She could have pushed me away. She easily could have told me to get off her. To leave. And she’d have no qualms about it.
But she said nothing.
In fact, she arched into me, pressing her ass against my groin, and I nearly lost my mind.
“They’re pleasuring each other,” I said, slipping a finger beneath her waistband “They’re keeping their bond strong.”
She swallowed audibly. “Do you really think that works?” she asked, voice hoarse.
I lowered my mouth so my breath caressed her delicate skin as I replied, “Don’t you?”
She shivered, goose bumps rippling along her neck.
Her focus was locked on the couple below. They were both entirely naked now, their clothes tossed onto the rocks nearby with no concern for possible prying eyes.
He adjusted himself, sitting up slightly while she climbed back onto his lap.
“We shouldn’t watch this,” Athena whispered. “It’s wrong.”
“Wrong?” I murmured against her neck.
As my lips brushed against her flesh, she let out another strangled noise.
“Nothing about pleasure is wrong, Athena.” I slipped my hand lower.
She went still, her breath halting, and slapped her hand down against my arm, stopping me.
“Sinner,” she breathed.
“I know what you need,” I assured her. “Let me give you what your body has been craving.”
“I don’t want to complicate things.”
I kissed her neck softly. Slowly. She shuddered beneath my touch.
“It’s simply your body reacting to my touch,” I reminded her. “This is for our magic, nothing more. Besides,” I kissed her again. “Things between us couldn’t possibly get more complicated.”
For several torturous seconds, I thought she was going to push me away. Tell me to get lost. Go fuck myself. Et cetera.
Which I certainly would have to do after being this close to her.
But to my surprise, she released my hand cautiously, never once taking her eyes off the couple below.
The woman had braced herself above her partner, preparing to ride him.
Athena had never been with a man in that way. Part of me wanted to shield her eyes. Part of me loathed the idea of her watching anyone who wasn’t me.
But a fiery excitement ignited in my veins at the thought of her being excited. At the thought of her curiosity.
I pushed her pants past her hips, then lower, exposing her bottom half entirely. She shuddered against the cold rock, but another moan slipped out.
With a hand on her thin hip, I licked a line up her neck like I had done days ago, relishing the taste of her sweat. “Will you let me take care of you?”
I held my breath, waiting for her answer.
I needed to hear her say it. Desperate for her to tell me how badly she wanted me to touch her.
Did she crave my touch the way I craved putting my hands on her?
Did she need me as desperately as I needed to be inside her, pleasuring her, making her climax all over my hand while she watched the ecstasy taking place below us?
I caressed her inner thigh from behind, moving higher, higher, but I didn’t touch her core. I wouldn’t without a verbal response.
“Yes,” she finally said, her voice breathy. Barely there.
“Yes what?” I stopped, my fingers so close to the apex of her thighs.
The woman on the rocks below lowered herself onto the man’s erect cock. I barely noticed, I was too busy watching Athena.
Her breath hitched as the woman impaled herself and let out a rapturous sigh.
Athena arched against my hand, her body begging for more. “Yes, please touch me.”
Fuck. A bolt of electricity shot up my spine. Without another second of hesitation, I grazed that sweet spot I’d been fucking craving. Dreaming about. Aching for.
She immediately let out an exhale, her erotic noises joining those of the couple below. The pair who now writhed on the rock in a slow, sensual motion.
“God. You’re already so fucking wet.” I slipped between her slick folds, picturing doing the same thing with my cock. I pressed it against her hip, showing her just how much she affected me, too, the pressure alleviating some of the ache. “You have no idea how sexy you are like this.”
Her next groan was louder, but I didn’t try to quiet her down. If the entire fucking barracks could hear her, I didn’t fucking care. I was the one drawing those moans of pleasure from her lips, and it’d do them all good to know she was mine.
Mine.
“Sinner,” she cried quietly, “I want more.”
Fuck. I’d heard those words before. And I’d hardly fucking restrained myself then.
I wanted to give her more. I really fucking did.
I was drunk with longing for her, and I was one second away from fucking coming in my pants, but I couldn’t.
Because she’d regret it the minute it was over.
She didn’t really want me. The need she was experiencing came from the strange, supernatural draw of our power.
The sleeping phantoms in my chest stirred, waking, clawing to escape their confines, desperate for her. They wanted to fight those damn shields for her.
So they could have her. Wind around her. Protect her. Play with her.
I moved my finger in and out of her, then added another finger, stroking her in time with the movements of the couple below us.
The man held her hips, forcing her up and down, picking up the pace. She matched his want perfectly, moving in unison and clutching his shoulders, her head thrown back, unknowingly giving us a view of everything.
“Do you want me to fuck you like that?” I whispered, adding a third finger.
She whimpered as I thrust inside her again. “Yes.”
A tingling sensation started in my spine. That’s my fucking girl. “Do you want to ride my cock like that? Do you want to be a very, very bad girl for me?”
I was pushing her. I was crossing the line.
This wasn’t simply for our bodies’ reactions anymore.
No, this was entertainment. This was for me. For us.
And it ignited a big, red warning sign inside me. I was getting way too close to the point of no return.
Another whimper. My dick hardened to the point of pain.