“I don’t run,” my link whispered tauntingly in his ear while I took another swing for his throat.
He rotated, his arm deflecting my blow. He moved with unbelievable speed as his hands wrapped around my biceps. I was suddenly flying in the air over his head, landing on my back with a brutal thud, knocking the air from my lungs. Gasping for oxygen, I rolled just as his fist came for me, hitting the mat with a crunch. The buzz of adrenaline spiked a rush of blood through my veins. Lying on my side, I donkey kicked, connecting with the side of his head, dropping him to the ground with a roar.
He leaped for me, a yelp coming from my lungs as I tried to scramble away. His hands clutched my legs, dragging me back on my stomach, my nails scraping across the mat. Warwick yanked me underneath him, straddling me, holding me in place. A low steady rumble bled from him as I thrashed and fought to get away.
His hands curled at my waistband, wrenching my pants and knickers down over my ass. Instantly my nipples hardened, the cool air licking at my exposed skin, and energy pumped off me, pounding my pulse.
“What are you doing?” My voice came out hoarse, my back already arching in need as his fingers tore at his zipper.
“As you said earlier, finishing what we started in the Games.” He wrapped his fingers in my hair, tugging my head back, curving my ass into him. Energy coursed through every muscle, quivering with the high of adrenaline and lust. The fight between us was our foreplay.
I needed him so badly it hurt.
He gave me no warning when he thrust into me. A half scream/half moan choked my throat. His girth was tearing me in half and making me feel satisfaction beyond anything I could even imagine.
A long groan from his chest hummed along my spine. He plunged in deeper, his lungs stumbling as he quickened the pace. “You feel so fucking unbelievable... Fuck... this is...” His words trailed off, but I understood. There were no words for this.
Sex was good.
This was... legendary... mythical.
Lethal.
He pulled my damp locks harder, pushing me more into the mat, dragging me back and forth. The friction burrowed my fingers deeper into the fabric, leaving punctured crescent shapes. Deep moans huffed from my lips, and flames nipped up my vertebrae.
Sharp teeth dug into the curve of my shoulder, turning us both into feral beasts.
I slammed back into him, not caring if this whole place could hear or see us. The glass windows by the double doors completely exposed us if anyone walked by, only upping the force filling the room.
He sat back on his heels, grabbing my hips, dragging me up to my knees. My knuckles curled until they were white, screams and moans catching in my throat.
Violent. Brutal. The pain ignited unequivocal bliss. I wanted to drown, to never come back up for air.
“Oh gods... Warwick!” I cried, bucking back into him, not feeling close enough. Needing more, drowning in the sensations of us, the sounds of us fucking slapping off the walls.
“Pleasure” wasn’t even a word for how this felt. The first time was not even in this realm, but this time was even more powerful. As if each time, the connection between us would continue to heighten. It was too much, but not enough. I was not just in my body, but his. Literally and figuratively, and feeling everything he did.
My climax came barreling for me. The fire bulbs flickered; the snap of electricity sang in my veins.
“Am I the only one you want to fuck, princess?”
“Yes... gods... never stop.”
“This pussy is mine,” he gritted into my ear, thrusting harder as I felt his tongue drag down my ass, sinking into me. A shriek, like a wild beast, rocketed from my throat, my limbs shaking so hard I could no longer hold myself up. He fell with me as I collapsed, sinking in deeper.
“Fuuuuccck... Brexley...”
Hearing him say my name, my climax hit like an avalanche, blinding my lids with white light.
Vivid colors wavered in the sky. Death bleeding the field. Hands cupped a newborn baby, holding it off the dirt. The skin was coated with a sticky residue that dripped into the earth. A whoosh of magic ripped through the last layers of the Otherworld.
The wall falling.
The baby let out a wail.
Crack!
A lightning bolt struck the earth; ear-splitting shouts and yowls echoed in the night.
Warwick’s eyes burst open, his lungs drawing in life.
“Sötét demonom.”
The lights in the workout room snapped on and off with fury as I felt him release inside of me, tearing another cry from my lips, bursting me into particles. I was caught in the bliss of the in-between, where I was everything and nothing.
Where life and death met.
Grappling for air, I slumped into the mat, his weight over me, his mouth grazing my ear, his breath sliding down my neck. “I think you might be the only one who could kill me.”
“I don’t have that kind of luck.” I grinned over my shoulder.
He chuckled, nipping at my neck before pulling away from me and falling onto the mat next to me. Letting out a long gasp of air, his head fell onto the mat as he tucked himself back in his pants.
I hated how I instantly wanted him back, filling me with life and desire.
Hauling my pants back up, I flipped around on my back. “Well, that was...”
“Far from over.” He got to his feet, pulling me up with him.
“What?”
“Like I said,” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, “I can go all night.”
“It’s daytime.”
“That too.” He smirked. “We have to wait for Ash anyway. Should keep ourselves busy.”
“Good point.”
“I know.” He grabbed my hand, leading us out of the exercise room, and we headed downstairs to my room, eyes from the canteen and everyone we passed on us with knowing smiles.
I didn’t care.
Warwick ruined me. Broke and demolished what was left of me. Like a wave, all I could do was continue to smash myself against the rocks, battering and bruising, but never stopping.
Chapter 10
“You sure?”
Chirp!
“Oh yeah, you’re right. He totally likes it.”
Chirp!
Voices stirred me from a deep, warm sleep.
“You can try... but she didn’t seem keen before.”
“I swear, if there are fingers anywhere near my nose...” I mumbled, my lids blinking open with a glower.
“Oh, don’t worry, Master Fishy.” Opie took over my eyeline, Bitzy on his back. “That’s not where she was putting them.”
Groaning, I dug my head into Warwick’s arm I had been using as a pillow. Stretching, every bone and muscle ached and felt like melted butter.
The man was arrogant as hell, but my gods, did he have reason to be. The legend could not only fuck all night, but all day as well. What startled me was I was right there with him, tasting and exploring every inch of him, craving more each time. Our bodies finally gave out in the middle of the night, which I’m sure the base was thankful for. We were not quiet or restrained in our energy.
Rubbing my eyes, I took another peek at Opie, a snort tickling my nose. “What in the hell are you wearing today?”
“You like?” He twirled around in what had to be a doll’s baby bonnet, likely taken from one of the kid’s toys here. It was streaked with glitter. His chest was bare, and he wore a pink baby bib around his waist. Shoelaces were braided through his beard. Bitzy was wearing another bonnet, with earholes cut out and dazzled with glitter. “This place tested my creativity. Everything is so drab and boring. When can we go back to Ms. Kitty’s? Her stuff was so fun. Bitzy misses her hat.”