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Shifting lower, if only to hide how much she’s also affecting me, I use my shoulders to push her thighs apart. My breathing is ragged, each huffed breath washing over her glistening cunt. Meg writhes, bearing down in a bid to get closer to my mouth. I shake my head, making sure to brush the tip of my tongue over her clit. If she wants this, wants me, she knows what she has to do.

“Fuck,” Meg hisses, her hands fisting the sheet on either side of her as she tilts her hips upward. “Fuck, Everest. I need you.”

My entire chest seizes. Hearing her call for me, beg for me in that husky tone, is a sound that instantly becomes burned into my skull. Lunging at her then, nothing is holding me back.

I eat her out with my tongue flat and hard, my fingers digging into her flesh as she bucks, moans, and cries against me. Even better, she’s moaning my name. My name. The man she swore she’d always hate, and the one who vowed to make sure she did. Now her incredible sweetness is filling my mouth, I don’t know why I ever bothered.

“Everest, please,” Meg begs, and whatever control I thought I had snaps clean in half. The world narrows to the heat, my breath, her taste, and Meg coming apart beneath me. I push my fingers back inside her just before she clamps down on them, lapping up the juice flowing along my palm. I don’t stop until she’s shaking, until her body softens beneath mine and her hands push weakly at my shoulders.

Only then do I ease up, pressing one last kiss to her trembling skin before crawling back over her. She’s dazed, flushed, and wrecked. My mouth curves into a smug smile before I can help it.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Meg weakly smacks my bicep. I don’t know what I’d expected to happen now, for her to roll over and hog the thin blanket, but instead Meg attempts to sit up and manages on the second try.

“My turn.” I raise a brow, the mixture of amusement and curiosity allowing her to push me aside until my back hits the lumpy mattress. I can barely feel the springs now that her hands are on me, gliding over my chest and abs, taking back every inch of control I stole from her first. Reaching for my boxers, I tense, lifting my hands to stop her. Surely this is the moment I should say something chivalrous, like it’s only your pleasure I care about darling, but I don’t get the chance. “I said, it’s my turn.”

Slapping my hands aside, she climbs over me, and I watch the relief of control slide back into place amongst her features. Grabbing my wrists, Meg leans over me to pin them above my head, her face lingering an inch over mine.

“Stay still,” she orders against my mouth. “I’m in control this time.” Her teeth find my collarbone, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, and the sound that leaves me is far too lustful for my liking.

“As you wish,” I nod, although the war happening inside of me isn’t easily tempered. Every instinct I have tells me to flip her over and reclaim the upper hand before she notices how much I like losing it to her. But there’s another instinct too, the one that wants to give her this. The one that recognizes the slight tremor in her movements. If dominating me soothes whatever Meg is trying to prove to herself, I’m happy to volunteer as tribute.

Forcing my muscles to loosen, keeping my hands still above my head, Meg’s eyes flare with satisfaction. She didn’t expect me to actually obey.

Shimmying down the bed to remove my boxers fully this time, my cock bobs proudly between us. Meg’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and I brace for the sensation of her mouth descending. However, Meg surprises me again by mounting my hips and holding her entrance just over my tip. The air locks inside my lungs, my muscles going taut.

“Lower your hands and I stop,” she warns. I don’t have a chance to reply before she sinks onto my cock, her slick cunt taking me all the way in on the first try. Euphoria explodes within me, my shudder and groan cancelling out hers. She’s stretched around me so perfectly, so tightly, that I can’t blink past the spots peppering my vision.

Still, my hands remain fixed in place, my biceps and abdomen straining as Meg drags herself upwards. The second time she takes me is just as intoxicating, her hips rolling and a naughty smile creeping across her face. She’s loving this, having me pinned in place without any restraints and completely at her mercy by choice.

Finding her rhythm, Meg finally allows herself to get carried away. To stop caring about scoring points and simply take the pleasure she’s owed. Raking her nails down my chest, my hips buck, and I hiss through my teeth.

“Harder.” Meg falters, her brows pinching. “I mean it. Hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” she frowns, leaning down for her dark locks to tickle the raised lines scored along my torso. I nod, grinding my molars as she shrugs and obeys, dragging her nails through my skin until she draws blood. The pain, the burn, the owed retribution, it hurts so good. My cock is pulsing inside of her, the invisible hold on my wrists almost snapping as images fill my head. Meg pinned beneath me, screaming in pleasure as I fuck her without pause. In the vision, Cody is behind me, his cock sinking into my ass with the same aggressive force. I nearly cum right then, just thinking about it. One day, I’m going to make that vision a reality. Just once, I will have them both together, no matter what it costs to get there.

Blinking back into the room, I stare up at the real vision before me. Meg has become lost in the throes of her own pleasure, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples as her hips roll against my groin. My cock is still nestled deep inside of her, throbbing with need.

“See? So fucking beautiful,” I breathe. Meg doesn't want to hear me anymore, her hands slamming against my chest as she takes me hard and fast, chasing the cliff’s edge we’re going to fall over together.

Her thighs must be burning with the speed at which she rides me, the slap of our skin filling the room. She’s soaking wet, the heat between us building into an inferno. I buck up from beneath her, aiding where I can, but honestly, she doesn’t need my help.

“Come for me,” she demands, her breathing becoming laboured. I couldn’t deny her if I tried, not when she’s taking me so deep and so well, but I’m going to do it on my terms. Breaking my promise, I grab her hips and hold her in place whilst I fuck her from underneath. She doesn’t complain that I’ve taken back control, but she’s not able to do much of anything whilst she’s screaming my name with her frenzied eyes searching mine.

I break within seconds, shattering inside of her without a second thought. Each pulsation drags another wave of pleasure, another groan, another piece of me into her.

Triggered by the sensation, Meg breaks along with me, her pussy clamping down until I’m sure she’ll cut off the blood flow to my cock. I fade in and out, our moans merging until Meg collapses onto my chest, my name shuddering from her lips. I hold her there, unable to speak, barely able to find my own breath until the room seems to right itself again.

Meg stays sprawled over me like she belongs there, her damp skin pressed to mine, her hair spilling across my chest and her heartbeat slowly settling against my own. I don’t move, tease, or even attempt to ruin the fragile silence we fall into. Whenever I’ve had Meg before, one of us has left straight after. I wish I knew what I’d been missing. It’s there, amongst the flashing red light whilst stroking Meg’s hair, that a sudden realization hits me with the impact of a bus.

This is what I’ve been chasing. Not the rivalry, not the fury, not the constant need to provoke her into looking my way, but this. Meg in my arms, still fierce but breathless and finally unguarded, fitting against me with a perfection that, now I’ve felt, I know I can’t be without.

Tomorrow, I’ll take her to face the monster who tried to steal her fire. Whether she feels ready to face him herself, or wants me to do it in her place, we’ll prove that she doesn’t have to be scared anymore. That no one can take what is intrinsically hers. That’s the one gift I can give, if nothing else. I’ve already lost too much by pretending I don’t want her, and as my arms tighten around her sleeping body, I know with certainty that I won’t make that mistake again.

Chapter Thirty

Two. Days. That’s how long it’s been since I last heard from Everest. I don’t want to go all Molly Weasley, but literally, no note, car gone, the whole lot.

At first, I figured perhaps this big plan of his warranted a day trip, one that coincidentally meant Meg wasn’t in class either. But one night passed, then another, and now I’ve woken in a mood that other people should avoid at all costs. In any other instance, I would be concerned, panicking even, if it weren’t for the fact that Everest is dodging all of my calls and leaving me on read.