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I lifted my hand to wave goodbye, but he’d already faded into nothingness.
* * *
Thirty minutes later, the Vorpal Sword glinted in my hands as Jack lunged at me, his own blade a flash of black and gold. I marveled at how light it felt compared to the cumbersome practice sword that I’d been using for weeks now. Jack and I were dressed in full armor, our bodies entwined in a sensual dance of clashing blades.
“You need to understand that the art of swordplay is as much about outthinking your opponent as it is about overpowering them,” he said, blocking my swing and pushing me backwards. “You can’t overpower me, Alice. You’re certainly not going to overpower the Jabberwocky. But you can learn to outmaneuver it.”
“Got it,” I huffed, my frustration mounting with each failed attempt to land a blow. “Woman small. Jabberwocky big.”
Our swords met midair, the impact jolting up my arms and rattling my thundering heart. I gritted my teeth against the force of his blow, holding fast.
“Your strokes are improving,” said Jack, his voice low and sultry. “But you’re still holding back. You need to let go, but you’re distracted.”
“And whose fault is that?” I panted, circling my sword to meet his next thrust.
Jack smirked. “I believe you started this.” He lunged again, and again our swords connected. I struggled against him, my arms trembling. “Last night I told you to run, and you didn’t obey my orders.”
“Do you fuck everyone who doesn’t obey your orders, or just me?” I retorted, my breath heavy as I parried his thrusts. With every clash of our swords, I could feel the heat radiating between us. The intensity of the fight only fueled the ache growing between my legs, a primal desire begging to be sated.
Jack’s red eyes gleamed down at me from inside his horned helmet. “Just you, Alice. Only you.”
Fuuuuck.
The way he spoke those words made me want to surrender right then and there and pull him on top of me. Preferably while he was still wearing all the armor. With the helmet only revealing two black slits for his eyes, and devilish horns, he looked every bit like a monster who craved only flesh and blood.
I couldn’t explain why, but I felt more connected to him now than ever before. I wanted his flesh inside me.
No...
Ineededhis flesh inside me.
With a twist of his wrist, he slid his blade along mine, bringing us chest to chest. I gasped at the feeling of his armor grinding against my body, his powerful thigh pushing between my armored legs. My clit throbbed for him. My body ached for him. And even though I’d fucked him all night, and even though I had a brand-new tampon in, I could feel my pussy getting wet and ready for him.
“Jack...I can’t do this,” I whimpered. “You’re right—I’m too distracted.”
“I’m not letting you get off that easily. Perhaps I should increase the stakes,” Jack suggested with a wicked grin. He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “You make me bleed, and I’ll make you come.”
A spike of heat ignited between my legs at his provocative words. “Deal.”
With a renewed fire raging inside of me, I swallowed hard, summoning all of my strength and my imagination into the task at hand.
A growl rumbled in Jack’s throat. He lunged forward, and I raised my sword to block him. Our blades slid along each other, and a shudder passed through me. I was acutely aware of the slickness between my legs and my nipples hardening beneath my armor.
I pushed myself harder than ever before. Sweat dripped down my body, soaking into the fabric that clung to my skin beneath the armor. My muscles ached, but I was determined to prove myself to my mentor.
As Jack pulled back for another attack, I imagined two very specific alterations in my breastplate—two perfect peek-a-boo holes that exposed my tits to the frosty air...and Jack’s vampire eyes that missed nothing. He faltered for just a moment, his gaze snagging on my bare tits.
It was only a fraction of a second, but that was all I needed.
I lunged forward and swung with all my might. The Vorpal Sword sliced noiselessly through the air, and I felt the satisfying resistance as it connected with its target, sinking below Jack’s left fauld and tasset and above his left cuisse...making contact somewhere below his waist and above his upper thigh.
Jack hissed before stumbling backwards, wincing as he reached into his armor with his free hand to assess the damage. Then he pulled his hand away and lifted it in front of his face. He tilted his head in disbelief, staring at the shiny red wetness. There weren’t just a few drops of blood on his fingertips.
His entire hand wascoveredin bright red blood.
Even more blood was starting to spill down the shining silvery white armor on his left leg.
Holy fucking shit—
