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Here, kitty kitty.

I swat an arm to my right. My fingers catch fabric for the briefest moment.

So close, and yet so far.

“Okay, now you are just being mean.”

Strong hands find my back, pushing me forward until I’m pressed against the stone wall of one of the buildings.

A stone wall before me, and a wall of muscle behind me. Atlys pushes his hips forward. The skirt of my Goad Squad uniform rides higher up my thighs. His voice is gruff in my ear. “It’s been too long.”

I lean my head back onto his chest and look up. Molten silver stares back at me with an intensity that, no doubt, is reflected in my own eyes.

“Far too long,” I say just as his hand envelops my neck, lips crashing onto mine. I arch into the touch, stretching and bending for him.

His calloused fingers tease my throat as he squeezes lightly. Not in an aggressive way, but in a way that says I’m here and You’re mine, and I can feel him growing hard behind me.

I break away from the kiss, needing more. More contact. More of him.

Atlys turns me around, blocking me in with his arms on either side of my shoulders. He hunches over me, chest heaving. His skin has such a light pallor, it shines and glows in the moonlight despite the darkness of the alley. Does he look paler than usual?

“Is everything alright?”

Atlys places a finger to my lips.

Boots shuffle from the road as a few cadets pass by, unaware that the Lord of the Lowermost Underworld Territory lurks in the shadows.

“Where were we?” Atlys runs his nose along my neck. A whimper escapes me that I’m less than proud of.

Fuck, this man is beautiful.

Slowly—oh so fucking slowly—Atlys lowers himself to the ground, running his hands along the sides of my arms, breasts, waist, hips, and pausing at the edge of my skirt. He drags a treacherous thumb along the hem, pushing it higher and higher.

My core flutters with anticipation.

“Are you wet for me, my Sunrise?”

“Mmm hmm,” I moan.

“Let me see.” He pulls aside the pathetically thin strap of underwear, bearing my pussy to him. He runs a finger along my seam. My legs almost give out at the sensation.

I’m dripping.

“Good girl,” Atlys purrs before kissing my cunt like a starved man.

I stifle my cry, clapping a hand over my mouth before anyone can hear. My legs tremble again as Atlys sucks on my clit, stroking my entrance with his finger until, blessedly, he pushes it inside.

Oh, the sounds I make are so fucking unholy.

But I don’t care.

“I missed you,” I say. “I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.”

Atlys’s shadows form into a corporeal shape, supporting me.

Oh Gods—a throne.

I don’t have time to think before I sit, spreading myself wide.