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“Do you want me to pull out before I finish?”

“No! Now stop fucking edging me!”

His chuckle is even more irritating, but just as I’m about to threaten him, I’m overwhelmed by the feeling of his dick stretching my tight asshole with my own come as lube, and his fingers curling into my cunt.

The initial discomfort quickly replaced by a pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt before as he moves inside of me.

“Spank me,” I beg, and Hunter doesn’t hesitate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, baby,” he groans with me as my body squeezes around him.

His speed increases, and I start to shake.

“Hunter—I’m going to come!”

“So soon?” he laughs, every part of him moving faster, his free hand spreading my leg wider as he pushes deeper into me.

“Yes!” I scream, my orgasm ripping through me as his body convulses against me and his dick twitches deep inside of me…and then, an intense, pleasurable pressure releases, and I’m soaked far beyond my normal orgasm.

“Oh my gods!” I yell, dropping my legs and trying to hide the source of my humiliation.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hunter teases, still coming down from his own orgasm inside of me.

“I….I—”

“You…what, Seiri?”

My hands shoot up to cover my face before I force the words out in a whisper, “I think I peed!”

Hunter’s laugh is loud but not unkind as he gently pries my hands away from my face.

“No, Baby, you didn’t…you squirted, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen."

"Annnddd now I’m feeling like a really cocky asshole for being two of your firsts today,” he grins, using my torn-up shirt to wipe the mess we've made. “Wait here while I go lock the arena doors, I’ll carry you to the showers."

Chapter forty-nine

Annalise

For the last two weeks, Matt and I have practically lived over maps of Thandroan and Clowess.

Not one map, nine.

Every night after training, we'd spread them across the table and mark everything Major Halden's people had learned since the last briefing. The newest attacks. The villages no one could reach, divisions that never returned. Every confirmed sighting of the new illusions.

We've traced routes until the ink blurred beneath our fingers, compared old maps from the library with Halden's daily intelligence briefs, and argued over which paths were safest for Tyr and me to fly until Matt nearly demanded he come with me.

The route I'm about to fly now is the result of all of it.

"You stick to this route."

"I know."

"You don't deviate."

"I know."

"If you see something that doesn't make sense—"