Page 128 of Pawn Of The Gods


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After leaving the atrium, I took a chance that Sirena had left Alex’s room. She had, and I swore up and down that I did not want or welcome Sebastian’s kiss.

Alex put the problem to bed by tossing me on the bed and fucking me senseless. All thoughts of certain opportunistic assholes fled my head. But afterward, while Alex lay next to me, snuggled against my side, I turned the prophecy over and over again in my mind.

One too many Guess the God games made it easy to figure out the weaver was Athena, the goddess of weaving. The deceiver was Zeus, god of cheating, sleazy, piece-of-shit husbands, but the believer...? Who the hell was that?

That question plagued me through battle strategy, then the beginning of history. That is until Madame Remis spun us such a fascinating tale about the birth of the Titan and Olympian gods and why the birth of the fae and wolf gods were left out that no one had time to do anything but listen and, in Sirena’s case, hotly question every word out of her mouth.

“So if there are wolf-shifter gods, are there other shifter gods too?” I asked Daciana on the way to self-mastery.

“Not that I know of. But the goddess teaches us that the universe is infinite and our brains are smaller than a watermelon. We shouldn’t pretend we know everything.”

I laughed. “I like your goddess. She’s wise.”

“Ahem.”

A sound drew my attention to the garden keeper’s shed. A familiar head disappeared around the back.

“You guys go on without me,” I told my friends. “I left something in Remis’s class. I have to run back and get it.”

Backing away, they waved me off. Only when the rest of my class disappeared did I dart across the lawn, and behind the tiny building.

A hand grabbed me, pushing me up against the wood. “Hello, gorgeous. I’m very angry with you.”

“Oh?” I wrapped my arms and legs around Alex, melting into him instantly. “But why? I’ve been so good. Sucked your cock just the way you like last night, then rode him until he popped.”

Said cock snapped to attention, poking my middle for another round.

“Gods, yes, you did,” he gruffed hoarsely. “But then you ignored my notes all through history.”

I nipped his nose. “I had to. Remis wasn’t kidding about calling on me every day, every class. She almost caught me writing back that I wanted you to do that thing again where you hold me up by the knees and drill me from behind.” My eyes rolled up in my head just remembering that steamy shower. I nearly fell out of the tub from coming so hard—twice.

“You weresooodeep inside me I’m pretty sure you shoved a few organs out of your way. My liver is over here now,” I said, pointing.

Alex cracked up, making his hair fall across his eyes and dimples pepper his cheeks. The guy could wake up with bed head, pillow lines, and rumpled clothes and still look like a supermodel. “I guess I’ll forgive you, then, for not reading the dirty, filthy message I sent you.” His grin turned wolfish. “I’d much rather show than tell.”

“What, here? Now? What about self-mastery?”

He kissed me. “Kazran doesn’t teach. He just walks the stadium and watches the proficients kick our asses.” His kisses continued, dropping a light, teasing trail along my chin and over my collarbone. “He won’t notice if we’re late.”

I ran my hands down his chest, marveling that this man was all mine. “Are you sure we should do this here, though? What about the spies watching you? What about them?” My eyes flicked to the waddling dryads flitting through the trees. “They’ll give up information to any guy, anywhere and anytime.”

“His spies will be among our class. People who all have a legitimate reason to be around me night and day. And the dryads like me. They’d never give me away.”

“In that case, down, boy.”

I squealed when he popped my buttons and freed my breasts from their confines. My legs were up and over his shoulders in no time. I grasped the wall behind me as firmly as he grasped my breasts.

Alex buried his head between my legs, devouring my pussy like a starving man. There wasn’t another way to describe it, and I loved that. Alexander always touched, kissed, and made love to me like he couldn’t get enough. Everything about me consumed him. I was his drug.

My fingers tangled in his silky hair. Head thrown back, I moaned from a deep, primal part of me when his tongue slipped past my folds and plundered the treasure trove. Large, warm hands were soft, cupping my breasts while rough, calloused fingers tweaked my nipples mercilessly. The man was undoing my sanity behind a keeper’s shed, and he’d just gotten started.

His tongue darted in and out, tongue-fucking me to distraction. I writhed against the wood, straining not to be too loud. Every point of contact was water thrown on live wires. The current surged and exploded out of control—building and building—until it overwhelmed and shorted my senses out.

I was hot and tingling and hoarse. My vision blurred, and my hips rocked, moving back and forth on his mouth—riding the fuck out of that beautiful face. I couldn’t believe I ever once dreamed of losing my virginity to JustinFuckboyLewis. Looking back, he screamed sweaty palms, weak pumping, and two minutes before he was out of the game.

Alexander was the real thing. He was patient and generous. He put my needs first and knew when to treat me like a lady and when to treat me like a horny slut. The sexy, quiet confidence set him high above the other Titans. They went around showing off, bullying, and flaunting their power to feed their need for superiority, while Alex knew who he was and didn’t need to make an ass out of himself for attention.

He was everything I wanted, not just in a boyfriend but in a friend. After Kylie and Dina, I didn’t think I’d ever trust another human being again... then I met Alex.

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