Page 294 of Fated to be Enemies


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He rubbed the back of his neck. “Leda was my favorite.” A small smile flashed in his expression as he looked up, lost in a memory of someone who no longer existed. “Freya found out how to kill her, then did it while she was sleeping, like the coward she is.”

“I’m sorry.” My lips parted. She’d not only taken away his freedom, but she’d also stolen his sister, tearing apart his family. At least when he’d told me about finding his sister’s body, he was telling the truth, except I had believed him to be a little boy when it happened, not a man, a deity.

He shot me a pained stare, and my heart cracked. “Don’t pity me too much. I’ll have her head soon enough.”

I reached out instinctively but thought better of it. I was still angry, but seeing his tortured expression, I wanted to take it away. I knew that kind of pain, of losing someone I loved. “If I’d known yesterday, I’d have killed her while I had the chance.”

“It wouldn’t have hurt her, but the sentiment isn’t lost on me.” He paused, drinking me in with his bedroom eyes. My mouth dried, but I quickly averted my gaze.

He cupped my chin, moving my eyes back to his. “We don’t have to be enemies, Elle.” He inched closer again, my gaze settling on his full mouth. His breath tingled my lips, as the small distance between us seemed heavier somehow. “Because, fuck, Elle. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

My eyes widened in surprise, my stomach churning with anxiety as he gently touched my cheek with his thumb, his touch lingering on my trembling bottom lip. I closed my eyes and delicately kissed his thumb, feeling its softness and warmth. When I opened my eyes, his untamed gaze met mine.

His touch sent shivers down my spine as his hand caressed my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His low growl escaped his mouth. I gasp at the rough tug of his hands in my hair, twisting my curls around his fingers. “Elle,” he said my voice as if it was a prayer, then pressed his lips against mine.

Deepening the kiss, I moan into his mouth, his tongue against mine. His fingers grazed the inside of my leg, trailing a path to the top of my thigh. I closed my eyes, instinctively rocking against the whisper touch of his fingers.

His body pushed against mine, his hard length pressing against the crease of my thigh. Wetness gathered between my legs as throbbing coursed from within, a low growl escaped him. “I can smell your arousal,” he stated, moving his lips down my neck and I gasped. The tension built from days of frustration channeled into every movement.

As his chin pressed against my chest, I felt a tingling sensation when he delicately suckled on one of my nipples, while his fingertips skillfully teased the other. The flick of his tongue and the slow, deliberate circles sent intense tingles down to my groin. My body quivered with pleasure, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as my hips lifted, my senses heightened to every touch, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

I pulled him on top of me, feeling the weight of his body pressing against mine. As he looked into my eyes, his lips slowly parted, revealing a hint of a smile. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

With a teasing touch, he unbuttoned his pants, his erection springing free. My eyes widened as I took in all of him, wondering how I could fit all of that inside of me.

His fingers grip the curve of my ass, pulling me closer to him, then climbed on top, pressing his cock between my thighs, the tip brushing against my clit.

I arched my back, urging him to go deeper. Slowly, he pushes all nine inches inside me, my eyes rolling back as he fills me up.

“You feel incredible, Elle,” he praises, his breaths uneven.

The bed creaks beneath us with each forceful movement as he thrusts, the contours of his hips pressing against mine, urging me to wrap my legs around him and pull him closer.

Fisting my hair, he slams into me, and I moan loudly. “Good girl,” he purrs into my ear, groaning appreciatively.

He loses himself in the movements, beads of sweat collecting against his forehead. My nails cut into his back as the bed trembles beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall.

But I don’t care who hears. I only want to feel every part of him as he rocks every last desperate inch of tension from my body.

Tingling shoots into my stomach, starting from the tips of my toes, building into a crescendo. Biting into his shoulder, his fingers grip my back, holding me tighter against him.

“Good, fucking, gods,” I scream as the room spins and I tip over the edge of my orgasm.

His eyes rolled back as he drank in the words. As he reached climax, my thighs quaked, his body spasming against mine. I tightened around him, feeling every pulse as he became undone. Hot jets of cum erupt inside of me, short grunts releasing from his partially open lips.

After he slowed, I rolled my head back against the pillow, trying to catch my breath, he fists the sheet, then rolled next to me.

Chapter Fifteen

Today was the day and I haven’t been able to look at Raiden since last night.

I slumped my shoulders as I ambled toward the test room to take the pointless exam I didn’t stand a chance of passing, especially when pitted against a god. One I couldn’t stop thinking about. As I clenched my thighs, I shook my head, discarding the thoughts of him.

I sent a magic quill to Naomi before going inside. Good luck today. I know you can do it. I know you’re still mad but please come to the realization Craig is an ass faster. I miss and love you. Elle.

I needed to see her. I wished I could talk to someone about everything that had happened.

Maddox stood in front of the doors to the study where the test was being held. “I’m glad you’re home and okay,” I said when I reached him. I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me tight.

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