48. Annalise
Chapter forty-eight
Annalise
Hot water pours over my head and already tightening muscles as I work my conditioner through my hair, fingertips massaging the dirt and debris from the dust storm we flew through from my scalp, while the steam slowly eases the ache my muscles are already feeling.
Hunter’s smug grin flashes through my mind. “Wouldn’t want you crying all night.”
Arrogant asshole.
Sure, he’d won on the mat. Sure, the recruits had seen him pin me and probably walked away thinking I’m still weak.
But I’m not, and Hunter has forgotten one very important thing—I’m not just another combat student, I’m a Ghost Walker. And I don’t lose.
A slow, wicked idea forms as quickly as I rinse the conditioner from my hair. Thirty seconds later, my hair wrapped in a towel, clothes clinging to my still damp skin as I slip soundlessly into the empty hallway connecting the locker rooms.
The steady sound of running water greets me, and it’s almost impossible to contain my excitement.
Without a sound, I open the door just enough to squeeze through.
My bare feet are silent as I slink across the tile floors to where Hunter’s towel and clean clothes are hanging, with his bunched-up, sweaty workout gear in a messy pile just below.
This is too easy.
I creep closer—slow, steady movements to avoid gaining his attention—until I’m mere inches away, my fingers already reaching, when the water suddenly stops.
Not daring to waste a second, I curl my fingers around his towel and clean clothes before scooping up his dirty pile from the floor.
“Don’t. Even. Think. About it,” Hunter says, cocky that he’s caught me, and so sure that I’ll listen that he hasn’t even stepped out of the shower.
“Don’t what?” I ask innocently.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game,” he warns, his tone more serious.
“You’re right…” I concede, watching as he relaxes slightly. “Or, at least you would be, if you could actually chase me.”
Swinging the door open, I take off down the hall, trying to decide where to hide in the short amount of time it’ll take him to steal something from a recruit’s lock—
Oh shit!
The sound of his bare feet pounding after me sends adrenaline crackling straight through my chest.
I risk a glance over my shoulder and immediately regret it.
He’s gaining on me. Fast. And completely naked.
Laughing hysterically, I change course, sprinting into his office before trying to slam it shut behind me.
His palm catches the metal with a sharp clang—then he’s opening it deliberately slow.
He is every inch the predator—hungry eyes and a dangerous smile—and I’ve never felt more like willing prey.
One second I’m moving, the next his arms are around me, spinning me breathlessly before pulling me firmly against his hard body.
“Caught you, Seiri” he murmurs darkly against my ear, “And when we get home, I’m going to punish your sweet little pussy for all the problems you’ve caused me today. You’re going to be begging for me to let you come.”
A needy moan slips from my lips as his hands trace every bit of exposed skin—his touch maddeningly deliberate—just shy of the pressure he knows I crave.
“Unfortunately, I already have plans tonight,” I mumble.
“Oh yeah? First—you come into my classroom late,” he growls against my neck.
“I—"
“Then—” I’m cut off by his hard nip just below my ear, “you start flirting with stupid fucking Stevens of all people just trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Too bad that didn’t work,” I breathlessly tease.
His laugh is low, dark, and dangerous as it rumbles against my skin.
“Oh, it worked,” he murmurs, flipping me around before swiping all of the recruit files to one side and lifting me to sit on his desk in one fluid motion.
Spreading my thighs, he steps between them, every inch of his barely restrained frustration and jealousy felt as he rolls his hips into me—his hard cock testing my leggings. “You see what you do to me?”
“Gods, I want to feel you inside me.”
“You will,” he chuckles, “You just have to be patient.”
“Now, Hunter. I want you to fuck me right here,” I say, tapping the desk beside me. “I want you to remember what it feels like being deep inside me every time you’re stuck working in that chair late at night.”
“Ms. Corvin, as much as I’d love to teach you those lessons, we can’t. Someone could walk in at any moment.”
“You’re right,” I agree sweetly. “Imagine how terrible it would be if Theo walked in while you were deep inside of me as I begged for you to fuck me harder.”
His hand stills, and for one weighted second, the room goes completely silent.
“Fuck it!”
Muscular hands wrap around the seam of my shirt just before the sound of tearing fabric fills the room.
The ruined material barely has time to hit the floor before his breath hitches and he realizes there's nothing’s underneath.
“Mmmm, Miss Corvin. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was your plan all along.”
“What can I say, Sir? It’s been too long since I’ve been properly punished.”
“Fuck yes, it has,” he groans, pulling my sports bra over my head and tossing it as his mouth finds my nipple. My back arches at the sensation, but before I can moan, he’s biting hard— his hand barely covering my mouth in time to muffle my screams.
“That’s for making me chase after you like the little boys do around the academy.”
His mouth moves to my other nipple as his thick tip pushes teasingly against my entrance.
“This,” he bites down again, “is for sneaking into the locker room without joining me in the shower.”
“Please, Hunt,” I beg as he kisses and nips his way down my stomach.
“And this," he groans, as his tongue laps up my center, "is for being so Gods-damned irresistible."
My moans barely leave my mouth before a voice too sultry to be innocent calls from the arena.
"Captain Korr?"
“Hide!”
Climbing under his desk, the only—and most cliché—hiding spot, I curl up as small as I can as Hunter pulls on a shirt, throws my discarded clothes in his backpack, and pops onto his chair, rolling in to cover me more.
“You didn’t think to give me my clothes?” I hiss.
He leans down to look at me, fully appreciating the view for far longer than he should. “Even if I had, there’d be no way to explain why your shirt is torn in half…and you look so sexy naked down there,” he winks.
“Captain, are you in here?” the voice calls again, and I’m immediately annoyed and nervous.
“Yeah, in here,” he yells back, turning on his computer screen and pretending to type.
Looking through the mirror Hunter brought in here a few weeks ago for me, I watch as Healer Payton gently pushes the door open, looking around the room before her eyes stop on Korr.
Despite the flash of irritation at the realization that she’s been in here before, it takes everything in me to stifle my laugh.
Apparently, she had come to the same conclusion I had the first time I was in here, because her hair has been dyed the exact same color as Hunter’s sister, Rory. And if that weren’t confirmation enough, she’s also wearing a sluttier version of the outfit Rory is wearing in the photo.
“Healer Payton, is there something I can help you with?” he asks, his voice back to his normally grumpy tone as she takes the chair across from him.
“I thought I heard a woman. Are the students still in the locker rooms?”
“No, they’re all cleared out. Did you need something?”
“I miss you,” she says sweetly, twirling her hair around her finger.
“What do you mean you miss me?” Hunter asks, then more to me than to her, he adds, “We've never been together.”
“That's exactly my point,” she whines, leaning forward in her chair to put her pushed up boobs on display. “Ever since you got here, it's been missed moments between us. I'm tired of this space.”
“We’re colleagues, Payton. That would be inappropriate,” he says, as if a recruit naked between his legs isn’t.
My lips break into a devious smile as I slightly adjust, my tongue licking teasingly up the underside of his veiny cock.
“It could be our little secret, no one here would ever have to know…Neither would your…girlfriend? Fiancée?”
My mouth teases his tip, each flick of my tongue followed by a light blow making his length twitch.
“Don’t,” he growls, but neither of us seems to be deterred.
“You know what—it doesn’t even matter. You can use me, pretend I’m her…”
Wrapping my hand around his base, I squeeze him hard as my mouth bobs up and down around his hard cock.
Digging his fingers into my hair, he stops me with half of his cock still in my mouth as he takes a long, centering breath.
“Listen very carefully,” he commands in a tone that leaves no room for question.
“There is only one woman for me—”
Before I know what's happening, he's shoving my head down, his cock sliding along the roof of my mouth before he pulls me back up.
“She is strong.”
Another push down, there and gone too fast for me to even need to adjust.
“She is beautiful.”
He pushes deeper this time, and I squeeze his base as I suck.
“Gods—” he says, and I don’t miss the groan he’s trying to cover. “You will never even compare to how perfect she is for me.”
This time, it’s my own movement taking him fast and deep into my throat repeatedly, sucking with hollowed cheeks as I try to keep from hitting my head on the underside of his desk.
“But—"
“Get the fuck out of my office, now,” he barks, as his second hand wraps in my hair as I keep working him.
The second the door clicks shut, he’s sliding me out and pulling me to my feet.
“Lock the door and lay down on the desk,” he orders.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You and that mouth,” he admires as I rush across the room to do as I’m told.
The second my back is flat against the cold desk, he lifts my legs into the air.
“Bend your knees and hold your ankles up by your head. Don’t let go.”
Eagerly, I do as I’m told, my legs spread wide and leaving me on full display.
“Oh, now you want to be a good girl, huh?” he asks, his thumb pressing circles on my clit as he strokes himself.
“Yes, Sir,” I repeat, breathier this time.
“I was going to reward you for being a good girl by fucking your pussy hard,” he says, sliding his tip into me and making me moan. “But you just couldn’t behave, could you?”
“Please, yes!” I plead as he pulls out, my body betraying how needy I am as my arousal drips out and down to my ass.
Continuing to work my clit, he clicks his tongue, his voice growing less restrained.
“Oh, I want to fuck you, Seiri. Not even the Gods could keep me from doing that now, but this isn’t what I had in mind,” he says, thrusting back into me hard before pulling out, and sliding his cock down the same wet path until he’s pressing against my asshole.
“Have you been using your plugs like I’ve told you to?”
“Y-yes,” I stutter, nervous but eager.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m serious, Annalise. If it’s too much, I’ll wait.”
“Don’t you dare,” I say, releasing my ankle and reaching to stroke him.
A loud clap echoes around the room as my ass cheek stings.
“I told you not to let go,” he says, thrusting into my pussy punishingly.
“Gods—Yes!” I scream between moans.
He stops, pulling out immediately and moving his dripping cock back to my ass.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes!” I groan impatiently.
“Do you want me to pull out before I finish?”
“No! Now stop fucking edging me!”
His chuckle is even more irritating, but just as I’m about to threaten him, I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick stretching my tight asshole with my own come as lube, and his fingers curling into my cunt.
The initial discomfort quickly replaced by a pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt before as he moves inside of me.
“Spank me,” I beg, and Hunter doesn’t hesitate.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, baby,” he groans with me as my body squeezes around him.
His speed increases, and I start to shake.
“Hunter—I’m going to come!”
“So soon?” he laughs, every part of him moving faster, his free hand spreading my leg wider as he pushes deeper into me.
“Yes!” I scream, my orgasm ripping through me as his body convulses against me and his dick twitches deep inside of me…and then, an intense, pleasurable pressure releases, and I’m soaked far beyond my normal orgasm.
“Oh my gods!” I yell, dropping my legs and trying to hide the source of my humiliation.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hunter teases, still coming down from his own orgasm inside of me.
“I….I—”
“You…what, Seiri?”
My hands shoot up to cover my face before I force the words out in a whisper, “I think I peed!”
Hunter’s laugh is loud but not unkind as he gently pries my hands away from my face.
“No, Baby, you didn’t…you squirted, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen."
"Annnddd now I’m feeling like a really cocky asshole for being two of your firsts today,” he grins, using my torn-up shirt to wipe the mess we've made. “Wait here while I go lock the arena doors, I’ll carry you to the showers."