She stifles a yelp and clutches onto me so hard it almost steals my breath away. She comes undone on my dick, and the heat and euphoria that takes over her lewd expression sends me over the edge. I come shortly after, shooting hot liquid all over my stomach.
Emery stares down at my pulsing dick like she wishes it was inside her. Then she snaps out of whatever daze she’s in and looks up at me with her normal bristly demeanor.
Her eyes grow twice as large as horror falls over her like a sheet of ice.
What? Does she not do this often?I want to laugh, but settle for a smug grin.
Emery tries opening her mouth a few times to say something, but nothing comes out.I swear this girl will be the end of me.I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip at the thought. She blinks and seems to be a little disappointed when I stand and turn the shower on to rinse myself off properly. I offer her my hand so she can get washed again too, but she just stares at me.
I let out a long sigh. “Jesus, Em, just give me your fucking hand.” I try to sound assertive, but it comes out as a breathy laugh. She blinks at me a few times before she cracks one of the most genuine smiles I’ve seen on her and laughs with me.
“God, this is so messed up,” she whispers as I pull her up. She giggles a little more as she struggles to stand with the weight of her soaked hoodie.
“Lift your arms,” I order as I pull on her sleeves to help her out of it. The wet fabric falls to the floor with a loudslap. We stand facing each other, defenseless and raw. Everything I hate being, but for some reason I find comfort in her tender presence. I don’t want to be hidden when she’s around. Her eyes belong only on me.
I want to lean down and steal a kiss from her. Then a hundred more just to see what this strange feeling is that she instills in my chest. My fear of finding out keeps me at bay.
With this little anomaly of a creature, I want to admire her from a safe distance. I can’t seem to stop yearning for her to notbe afraid of me. Even though I know it’s fear that keeps her alert around me. I’m dangerous.
“Let’s get dressed,” I say after we finish rinsing off. I smooth wet strands of my hair from my face.
Worry is still etched over her features, but she listens and gets dressed. By the time I’m done, she’s all cleaned up and in dry clothes.
“You don’t need to wait in here for me. Go on and get some early practice in. I’ll meet you in there in a second.” I encourage her to leave so I can take more pills. An itch forms in the base of my throat and makes my teeth feel hot. The injection last week helped a little with the urges, but holy shit have I been getting the worst nose bleeds, and that was the first time I’ve collapsed from one making me lightheaded. I can’t tell if any part of my body is failing because I can’t feel pain, but something is wrong.
I make a mental note to let Nolan know later. The next injection needs tweaking.
“Okay,” she says slowly, looking me up and down before finally standing. “I’ll see you in there.” Emery leaves and the moment she’s far enough away, I let my hands fall to the sink. My insides twist. It feels so odd. Either way, it’s enough to make an unsettling realization take place in my heart. Blood drips from my nose again as I hear Erik’s voice roll through my mind again.
You’re not special.
My jaw flexes and I straighten, swiping my nose with the back of my hand, then take four more pills.
10
EMERY
It’s beenfive days since our awkward run-in in the bathroom. But no amount of time can ever be enough for me to forget how hot and long Cameron’s cock was. How his hands felt as they bruised my hips and rocked me back and forth over him.
I swallow down those thoughts as Bree circles me on the sparring mat. Several groups are gathered around different fighting rings. Damian and Cameron linger around ours, serious faces all around for the most part. The energy in the Under has shifted in the last few days. There’s only a little over a week left before we get shipped out to wherever the hell the trials are being held. I’m assuming somewhere out here in Alaska since this base is already in the middle of nowhere.
Bree throws a punch at my throat. I dip in time and kick her shin hard enough that her knee buckles. She screams out in pain and falls to the ground. I move fast to clamp my arm over her airway until she passes out. Even if it’s not my preferred way to fight, it’s the only way Drill Sergeant Adams will let a match end. These fights are different from the self-imposed duel that Damian challenged us with on the first day.
Damian curses and clenches his fists at his sides. Cameron only watches with mild amusement. I can’t seem to get anythingout of him. He’s impossible to read. Even after that night, he has acted as if nothing happened.I know that’s how I should feel about it too.I force my eyes back to Bree.
She elbows my side, and the blow steals my breath away.Crap!She takes the advantage and slips her chin under my forearm, then she bites me.
I gnash my teeth together, refusing to cry out and give her the satisfaction. Instead, I wrap my hand around her hair and start bashing her head into the ground. She releases me. Quickly, I separate us and spare a look down at my forearm. There’s a small trickle of blood.
“You bitch, I think you broke my nose!” Bree shouts as she lunges for me. I try to push myself to my feet, but she stomps on my right hand with all her weight. The thick tread on our combat boots is a weapon of its own. Searing pain shoots through my fingers as she twists her foot over my hand.
I can’t keep my scream contained this time; it comes out mangled and broken. Bree lifts her foot to stomp down on my hand again, but it’s caught in a large palm. She lets out a surprised grunt as she’s thrown to the side.
Cameron kneels beside me and looks at my hand, gently lifting my wrist and searching for broken bones. As of now, everything in my right hand feels shattered.
Wincing, I ask, “What are you doing? You’re not supposed to interfere in these matches.” I glance over my shoulder and find Adams leveling us an inquisitive look before he shifts his attention elsewhere.
“It’s fine,” Cameron says as he scoops me up off the ground and begins walking me toward the infirmary. Everyone watches us with heavyset glares and loathing. I mean, I’m getting special treatment; I’d be pissed too.
