His hands drifted lower.
Soapy fingers danced across my hole.
I shivered, breath catching.
He slowly worked the digits into me, and I groaned with pleasure, widening my stance.
There was a pop as he pulled his fingers away.
His muzzle pressed against the side of my face as he leaned closer, blanketing me with his body. His breathing was ragged and loud against my ear.
He was so close, yet so far away.
Another wave of anguish washed over me.
“You said you wanted her too,” I whispered, the leather of his muzzle digging into my cheek as he pressed against me from behind. “You’re taking their side. You’re abandoning me—”
Achilles wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my words.
Familiar hardness pressed against my entrance.
Achilles thrust forward without warning, seating himself fully.
I bellowed, the fullness so intense it bordered on pain, as I stretched to accommodate his size.
He stilled.
We stood, locked together, breathing in tandem, drowning in heavy emotions.
His fingers loosened around my neck.
“We’re going to have to marry someone because of that stupid law,” I whispered hoarsely, trembling all over. “I don’t want to marry some Olympian stranger.” My voice cracked. “It will ruin what we have—”
Achilles’s fingers tightened, so once again, I couldn’t speak.
My head spun.
He expertly shifted his hips, pulling back at an angle as he thrust—I saw stars as he hit my prostate—his rhythm pinning me against the tiled wall, pleasure mounting.
Our hips slapped together, the sound wet and obscene.
He reached around and squeezed my cock.
I shuddered as I came, leaking all over his hand.
Achilles dragged his thumb against my sensitive head.
He brought it up to my mouth, rubbing it across my parted lips, then his hips flexed, hardness pulsing, as he also came. Leather creaked as he fought against the muzzle.
Slowly, his hand dropped away from my face.
He didn’t pull away.
We stayed connected, pressed against the wall, drifting down from our pleasure, as the shower sprayed down on us.
Achilles massaged my shoulders.
I leaned my forehead against the wall and reached back to grab his thigh. My nails dug into his skin, eyes closing in the afterglow.
