“Fuck, Emery, what are you doing to me?” I choke out as she takes me all the way down her throat. She clamps down hard enough to make my balls rise and my hips involuntarily buck against her head.
She lets out a loud moan at the motion. I chuckle. Of course she likes it hard and ruthless. I wouldn’t expect her to want it any other way.
I unclasp her helmet and throw it to the snow, grabbing a fistful of her pink hair and wrapping it around my hand. I want to tell her how much I love this color on her. How much it makes me want to pull it. She whimpers, knowing what I’m about to do. I hold her firmly and start thrusting into her throat. The wet sounds coming from her lips make my stomach warm. Myorgasm is already shooting down her throat before I can truly have my way with her. My legs seize as she swallows a few times down on my throbbing cock.
I moan shamelessly. “Fucking milk me dry, baby.” She moans as she slowly pulls my dick from her mouth and licks the tip of it like she’s starving for more.
Emery turns those big honey eyes up to me, and for a second we just stare at each other. My head thrums with a thousand different thoughts at once. But one is louder than the rest.
This one is fucking dangerous.
17
EMERY
Cameron leansagainst the trunk of a pine tree as he zips himself back up. I pull my mask back up over my face and secure my helmet on.
A wry smile splays over my lips, not that he can see it. I can’t believe he gets off on violence that much, but I saw a chance to enforce good behavior and I rewarded him. Maybe Bree was right, I can use this in my favor. A few more of those and he should be putty in my hands, right? I glance over my shoulder at him, and he quickly averts his eyes.
Yeah, this will definitely work.
The band around my wrist vibrates. Seventy-five cadets remain, and something tells me the remaining twenty-five will move slower than the first ones did.
I really hope none of those soldiers I just killed were Bree or Damian. Honestly, I can’t say I paid enough attention to either of their passive characteristics during the few weeks I had in the Under.
“Twenty-five is a lot at this point in the trial,” Cameron grumbles, staring down at his wristband too. “We should get moving and find somewhere to rest. You’ll need it when the sun comes back up.”
The moonlight brightens as the clouds clear. A colder air settles in between the pines. Where are we supposed to rest out here? I can barely keep my legs moving with the frigid temperature seeping into my body despite the warm enhancements in our gear.
I nod. “Did you have this trial the first time you were in the Under?”
He shakes his head and grins. “Nope. But find comfort in knowing this one is much easier than the one I had.” He stares at me for a bit before adding: “Did you always kill that savagely when you were on ajob?”
I almost laugh at the twinkle in his eye. I was worried how he would react to finding out who I was. But I think it really worked in my favor.
“Fuck, no. You think that’s how men in expensive suits fight? This is the dirtiest I’ve ever played.”I had the time of my life too.And the very idea of that terrifies me. I’m as bad as he is. My eyes meet his again. They are bright with interest. “It was…stimulating to say the least.”
“Yeah, I saw that. Where did all those morals you were crying about before go?” he taunts, and it earns him a scowl.
“Shut up.”
He cracks a wide grin under his mask, the edges crinkling where his lips would be. I wish I could see it. “Tell me, how do men in suits fight?” he queries.
“Like they can’t use their shoulders. The fabric keeps them from reaching back as far as they should be able to.” A laugh bubbles up from my lips.
Cameron’s eyes widen and he clutches his stomach as he bursts into laughter. “Are you serious?” He tries to hold in stray chuckles, but they just come out nasally instead and make me laugh again.
“Yeah, sometimes I’d stick a pocket knife up their ass and they couldn’t even pull it out.” Tears prickle my eyes at the memory of a particularly “ripped” man who went in circles trying to pull a knife from his butt. I took a picture and finally had to shoot him because I couldn’t focus on the task.
“Pfft.”Cameron bends over and waves his hand. “Stop. Enough,” he begs. “I never want to be called cruel again. That surpasses me gouging eyes out.”
I shake my head, smiling. “I’m surprised you’ve never had to fight one of them.”
Cameron rubs his jaw. “I didn’t grow up in a rich family. Anyone I’ve ever fought has been average and feral, like most of us are down here. The missions we’re sent on always involve other soldiers of some sort. We don’t get the pompous ones like you had, though I wish I could’ve seen it just once.” His eyes arch with a weary grin.
We are from two entirely different worlds, he and I. While they were both arguably terrible in their own ways, his was much crueler from the small glimpse he gave me earlier.
“I’m sorry about what your mom did to you…” It’s been on my mind since he told me earlier, but I wasn’t sure it was okay to bring it up again. “You didn’t deserve that.”
