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“Oh god,” I groaned, not daring to take my eyes off of her. My upper spine rested against the wall, and with each thrust, Cyrus practically shook the whole building. Books were starting to fall from the shelf beside us, but she didn’t dare let up.

“Say my name,” she commanded, teasing pleasure from my core.

“Cyrus. Cyrus. Cyr—ohhh!” I squealed as my vision started to blur.

“That’s right. Whose pussy?”

“Cyrus!” I screeched, careening toward my crest. “Cyrus! Cyrus!”

“Fuck.” She groaned, sinking her teeth into my shoulder.

Within seconds, I was shuddering against her length, my muscles tightening and squeezing, trying desperately to hold on to her as she came with me.

“Fuck, Tess, fuck!” She roared, pulling back just in time to catch my eyes as stars bloomed in hers.

A rush of heat filled my core, rising quickly through my chest and limbs before they went limp. Cyrus thrusted softly as we both rode out the end of our orgasms.

But once it was over, once my feet finally met the ground, the regret was soon to follow.

What the fuck did we just do?

With the deed done, the shutters finally opened, and the doors unlocked. Apparently, our overlords had decided that one good orgasm was all it would take to solve our conflict.

Exhausted, Cyrus plodded over to one of the couches, finally letting her body rest while I strode back to the kitchen to collect my clothes.

“Tess, what are you…?”

“I’m going home,” I shook my head, quickly pulling on the tatters I could find.

Cy sat at attention, brow furrowing. “What’s wrong? I said I’m so⁠—”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you, Cy. I don’t know what any of this means.”

Cyrus’ head cocked to the side, but I didn’t have time for her confusion. I had plenty of my own to sort through.

Before the doors could shut again, I stormed out of the bunker, leaving Cyrus half-naked and confused on the couch behind me. My mind was racing with questions, but there was one thing I was certain of.

I’m going to kill Nash and Blade for this.

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TESS

For days after I’d left the safehouse, I kept to myself. I had no idea how I felt about Cyrus and a whole lot of feelings about what Nash and Blade had done. But all of it was too distracting.

Fright Night was just around the corner, and these fuckers were doing everything they could to cloud up my brain before the hunt.

Not happening.

Whatever else was going on between us, I was still here to win my money fair-and-square. And I couldn’t do that if I let their mind games get to me.

Taking a jog around the perimeter of the park, I tried to clear my head. Our trip to the safehouse had reminded me just how fast and strong Cyrus was. If I wanted any shot of evading her, I needed to keep up on my cardio. And a lap around the park was a great way to scope out hiding spots.

As I ran, my footsteps pounded rhythmically against the pavement: a metronome struggling to keep pace. But as I jogged near the western fence, a steadier thumping joined the mix, giving me something to keep pace to.

Axes?

I knew it must be Blade, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. Straining my ears, I ran closer to the source of the sound, trying to find her before she could jump scare me.