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“Don’t you fucking come, Shadow,” Brax bites as my core clenches around him, pleasure rippling through my limbs as the tingle of my climax threatens to wreck my body.
“I’m not going to be able to hold it back even if I wanted to,” I pant before his hand comes down on my ass cheek with enough force to have me crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“This isn’t about you, Shadow. Don’t. Fucking. Come.”
This motherfucker.My hands ball into fists against the stone beneath me. I want to yell at him, give him a piece of my fucking mind, but it all falls short when Creed shouts, “People are near, very near, and time is almost up.”
Fuck.
I’m so fucking close.
“Don’t even think about it,” Brax grunts, slamming into me more vigorously as his dick forces the cadence of my every breath. I feel the moment he hardens to stone inside of me, I sense the moment he pulses but doesn’t spill his pleasure, but most of all, I feel his victory in getting what he wants.
I don’t know whether I like him or hate him right now.
Which, deep down, is a lie because I know it’s neither of those. It definitely starts with anLand still finishes with anE, but it leaves me way more choked up.
My orgasm still tingles at my nerve endings as he retreats from my core, making me moan with raw need. “You can’t leave me like this,” I plead, perspiration clinging to my skin.
He steps around me, grabbing my chin and pulling my gaze to meet him head-on. “You get to come on my dick after I get to slay that fucker,” he snarls, making me gasp.
“I don’t know when that will be.”
“Then neither do I.”
Gaping at him, I take a second to focus once again and quickly rush to my feet. “I hate you,” I bite.
He’s in my face in an instant, his hold on my chin tighter than before as he crowds my space. “No, you don’t. Just like I don’t hate you, but we’re not ready for that yet. So, for now, we’ll have to settle on a little delayed gratification.”
SEVEN
RAVEN
Ican practically feel my heartbeat in my core, and this asshole is talking about delayed gratification. I can’t decide whether throat-punching him or kneeing him in the balls will make me feel any better, but at this stage, it’s worth a try.
His breath fans over my face, his closeness overwhelming my senses, and I’m desperate to forgo attacking him and fall into his embrace instead. But this is Brax. That’s not how this works. And despite how pent up and electric my body feels, I know he means exactly what he says.
With my gaze fixed on his, falling under the usual spell of one brown, one green, I smile. “Zane,” I call out, trying to keep quiet, but I have no idea where he is.
Brax sees the glint in my eyes and knows what I’m up to. “He’s too busy keeping us invisible, Raven. Try again.”
Wetting my bottom lip, my tongue brushes against the tip of his thumb. “Eldon.”
He’s already shaking his head. “He’s the one with the little flicker of fire, remember?”
I pout, narrowing my eyes at him as I call out to another of my men. “Creed.”
“Is listening to nearby thoughts, Shadow. You’re all out of luck and orgasms, it seems.” The smirk that spreads across his face has the ability to somehow make him look even more rugged and gorgeous, and I fucking hate it.
A soft breeze along my back sends a shiver down my spine, followed swiftly by a warm presence. “Say the word, Dove, and I’ll make us all visible and put my hands on you instead,” Zane offers, making my core tighten even further.
That is oh-so-fucking tempting, but until the siren sounds to confirm the end of the class, I need to remember where we are and how vulnerable I already made us by stripping down to nothing at Brax’s command.
“I would love nothing more,” I breathe as Brax’s grip on my chin tightens in warning. “But right now, I should probably get dressed and focus on what we’re actually supposed to do. I can come all over your cock later.”
Stepping to the side sharply, Brax’s grip falls and I turn to see Zane raking his eyes over my naked body. His eyes are darker, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and I’m about to go back on the very words I just said. Until his eyebrows suddenly furrow and he goes to reach out and touch me before remembering if he does, it will likely drop his magic. “You have two strands of black hair now, Dove,” he murmurs, confusing me for a second as his words settle in.
Two black strands?
