I choked.
“Fuck,yes,” he hissed, and I felt him throb before he surged forward. Keeping me there, gagging around his knob as he reached and found my slit. “Did you dream of me?” he purred. “Or was it the general who made this pussy drip?”
Gagging, I couldn’t so much as shake my head. Couldn’t admit or deny the sordid, twisted dreams that had plagued my night, and couldn’t do more than take what he fed me. Waiting to breathe at his whim, blurry gaze fixed to the nest of curls at his root. The dark trail that led up to his bellybutton.
“So fucking tight,” he snarled, pressing in as deep as he could—stretching my pussy and my jaws at the same time. “Like I haven’t already had you stuffed and stretched, gaping for me. Like you’ve never been touched and this pretty little pussy wasn’t milking my balls dry, just yesterday.”
It was then, as he held me immobile, stuffing me end to end, that he pulled his fingers free once more.
And traced the rim of my ass.
I bucked. Choking on cock, the veil of elite energy lifted for a brief instant of blinding panic as he tested that tight, puckered ring.
Chuckling, he let me take a tiny sip of air before forcing me back down. Deeper this time. Distracting me with one threat, while invading me with another. His finger breached my ass, lubricated by my own shame, the press burned. Slipping through until he reached the second knuckle and had to fight against my efforts to keep him out.
“Are you ready?” he asked, conversational with one finger burrowing through my bowels in tiny, taboo increments. Fucking my mouth with a sedate pace that left me reeling and without tether. “Are you going to beg for me to come down your throat? Beg to come with my finger in your ass as you swallow every, precious drop? Or”—he pulled his finger back, only to deepen the burn in a single, punishing thrust—“are you happy playing the martyr? Hiding behind your little shield, hating yourself for how much you want this?”
Head swimming in lust and fog, I couldn’t speak when he pulled me free of his cock. Left his tip at my lips, inky black eyes boring deep into my soul. Where he held me in thrall and awaited his answer. Fingering my ass in a mockery of what I really wanted. What I needed, but couldn’t voice.
Instead, panting, I reached for his balls. Pruney fingers finding that sack taut with unspent seed, I added a gentle, downward pressure just as he’d done in the shower.
Surprise flicked through those ebon depths, and he hissed, cock lurching where it sat poised to reclaim my mouth.
And then, in a rush of frigid air, the door swung open at my back. All that was obscene—dripping and stretched by my enemy—on full, sordid display.
“Well,well,” came the amused drone of another man. The verylastman I wanted to see as I choked on the captain’s cock. As I braced on all fours, a finger buried in my ass, a cock all but ready to burst where it throbbed against my lips. “What have we here?”
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Isquealed, reacting only half as fast as the captain.
Abandoning my ass, wrenching my lips off his swollen prick, he shoved me into the deeper part of the bathing pool for an instant before I was drawn back and spun. My ribs clamped tight between his thighs, his cock twitching against my spine, he slipped one arm around my shoulders and covered my nipples with his forearm.
Submerged to my collarbones, I couldn’t so much as blink when his influence seized me in a painful fist. The gold pumping through my veins forced me to sit utterly still. Rigid. Arousal frozen in my veins, despite the horror of seeing just who’d invaded this moment.
General Tilcot.
Murky brown eyes penetrating the surface of the bathing pool, the general inspected every exposed inch of me he might claim. Already naked, but for the fluffy white towel slung loose about his hips, he grinned and said, “Asher, my boy, sorry to interrupt!”
Amplified in the small, wet room, the general’s voice vibrated inside my chest and I flinched. Pressing deeper into the captain’s embrace.
“Then leave,” the captain snapped, absent any hint of respect for his superior.
“Come now,” the general cooed, dropping his towel and splashing into the warm water before I could do more than glance away. “Don’t be like that, boy. We’re family.”
The captain laughed, though it was an acidic, humorless sound. “Only when it suits you.”
“I hope you’re not still bitter about the paid leave and all the many,manyallowances I’ve made for your safety, despite your flagrant disregard of protocol?” the general returned, condescension a thick ooze that spilled from his lips. And when he got no response, he issued a deep, theatrical sigh. Scooping up water in his big hands, he splashed it over his face and scrubbed at a very slight shadow of facial hair. “You must understand this was done for your own good. I’m trying to protect you and the girl.”
Fingers tight enough to bruise, the captain hauled me closer. Enough that I could feel the tension humming through his thighs, where I was bracketed between them. “I think I can do without your brand of protection, Harper.”
A wicked gleam illuminated those murky depths, and the general smirked. “And if you’d killed our wildcat on the battlefield?Beforeher power could be understood or utilized? What then?”
“If you’ll recall,” the captain said, his cultured drawl forced through tight lips and clenched teeth, “I was followingyourorders. You wanted her tested on the field before she’d even been assessed. Before Sasha even had a chance to evaluate her power and assess the risks.”
“Well, now who’s to say?” The general grinned. “I suppose, it really comes down to the word of a decorated general, or that of a captain of the special forces who’s been taken off duty while he tries to get a handle on the priestess he claimedwithout permission. A girl labelled ‘dangerous’ by the leader of her kind. And you should know, cousin,” he added in a light, carefree tone, “there’s a case to be made that she be removed from your care entirely. The capitol is considering the merits of giving her to someone more…experiencedin the care of exceptional priestesses. After all, training an empath has never been done before, and given the potential the girl has shown, it would seem a risky endeavor to allow her management to be mishandled by an inexperienced soldier of insignificant rank.”
Sensing the trap for what it was, the captain said nothing.
