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“You’re as perfect as I knew you would be. Your pussy was made for my cock, Mo Stór.” I nip at the tendon running down the side of her throat which spurs her on more. The salty tang of her on my lips isn’t enough and I add my tongue into the mark I’m sucking onto her skin. Behind the salty sweat, her scent explodes on my tongue, it leaves a heat like pepper behind the rich, fruity taste of her.

“I’m getting close,” she tells me as she grinds harder, rides faster.

Her cunt gets impossibly tighter around my aching dick and then she’s screaming out her orgasm, her grip on my shoulders holding me in place.

I arch my hips up into her as she breaks apart to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. The feel of her exploding in pleasure is pure fucking sin and I already know I want seconds. Fuck, I hope she stays for the night so we can go for round two tonight.

Thinking of all the positions I still want to try with her, as well as having her wrapped around me, is too much. I give her a warning before I erupt into the condom, my own release detonating in a rush of pleasure that shoots from my cock and sends me lightheaded.

As my body comes down from the high, I can’t help but wish we’d gone bare. I want to mark her as mine. Fill her up with my cum and leave her covered in the evidence of our connection.

That thought shakes the post orgasm haze. I’ve never felt that possessive over anyone. I’ve almost never done repeats with those I’ve slept with. And even those I have, I’ve never wanted to leave a lingering trace. Nope. I enjoy the fun and then I’m looking to the next adventure.

Blinking several times to clear my head of these thoughts, I bring myself back to the present. Tacita is still getting her breath back as she rests in my arms. Her hold has gone a little lax, so I support her back and enjoy the intimate moment of still being inside her and have her curled into me.

Her head lays on my shoulder, rocking back and forth slightly like she’s shaking it.

“You doing okay?” I ask.

She peels back in my arms so our eyes lock. I see the moment she recovers enough to pull her walls back up. Her eyes close off and she pushes out of my hold, pulling off me and stepping off the bed.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks for that. I think I needed it.” Her tone is light but there is a distance again. The cold feeling against my skin isn’t from the drying sweat but from the sudden change in the woman now grabbing her clothes and striding into my bathroom.

An icy feeling sloshes in my stomach and I almost get a burn behind my eyes.

Dammit, this is ridiculous.

Swallowing hard, I jump up off the bed and grab my boxers. Dealing with the condom and then pulling them on, I shove the rest of my clothes into the corner before straightening the covers. I get a hit of sex and her as I rustle the sheets but suppress the yearning already taking root in my gut, getting irritated instead.

By the time she returns from the ensuite, I’m lounging on the bed, flicking through some notes I took earlier in one of the lessons we’re attending. I’m not really absorbing anything but it helps with the aloofness I wish to portray right now. I don’t understand the mix of emotions swirling around my system so I’m sure as shit not letting her see my confusion.

I needn’t have worried, however. She’s grabbing her shoes and is out the door with barely a glance my way and a “See you tomorrow” as the door closes behind her.

Sitting up, I run a hand over my face, pressing my fingers into my eyes as images of her naked and writhing with need, play on repeat. Whatever that was, I need to get over it, and quickly.

Chapter 11

Tacita

Leaning back against the wall inside the main entrance foyer to the dorms, I take a minute to pull myself together.

Wyatt just about fucked my brains out back there, and it was only a quick tumble in the sheets. I hadn’t expected my reaction, but I couldn’t deny how my body was still thrumming with the endorphins from the orgasm he ripped from my body.

It had taken all my power to not shift as I’d come, my demon form begging to get in on the action. Even the thought of Wyatt grabbing my horns now has an aftershock of shivers coating my skin.

He’s a human.

But he’s real fucking good in bed.

Pulling in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I attempt to pull my brain back to the task in hand. I was using the self-proclaimed man whore upstairs to give me a cover. So I’d better crack on and get to it. I can sort through my reaction to him later, preferably somewhere I can get myself off again to the memory of his delicious dick pounding into me.

I allow myself a few more seconds, and a couple more deep breaths, before moving off the wall.

I’m not taking the main entrance, that thing has several cameras pointing at it and I’m sure it’ll be monitored even closer now that there is a killer amongst us. Well, one who has flagrantly gone against Hades’s rules. Most of us here are killers.

Slipping into the corridor, I am instead heading to the emergency exit at the back of the building. On silent feet I glide down the hall, picking up on only a couple of noises coming from behind the doors of the rooms on this level.

Reaching the exit at the end, I make quick work of recircuiting the alarm and press the bar to open it. The grounds beyond are dark, with only lights spilling out from the windows of those still awake and with their curtains open.