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I approach the group at the other end of the field when Cyrus asks, “What did you do to piss him off this time?” I shrug. Emilia won’t give me any eye contact at all. Her head is bowed to the floor like she’s inspecting the ground for an imminent shift in the earth. Almost like she is wishing for a sink hole to appear beneath her.

“So who won?” Cass questions, looking at Emilia for the answer. She groans out loud in pure frustration, and I can’t hold the laughter. Neither can anyone else.

“Alright, let’s go before we’re all on her kill list.” I gesture for everyone to leave the field and to head home. Emilia holds back and waits for everyone to get some distance from us when she leans in and whispers, “I know you technically won the course…” She runs a finger down my throat descending down my chest, causing a shiver to run down my spine at the contact. Her hand doesn’t stop, it travels even further and stops at the waistband of my sweatpants. She’s not even touching my cock and it responds. She sees me harden for her, and she leans in to whisper in my ear again. “But who really won this little game of ours, Sergeant?” She moves her hand, and I instantly feel the loss of her touch, her warmth. The little viper turns to walk away, but turns her head over her shoulder, looks back at me, and winks.

I’m so fucked.

EMILIA

My bed feels different, warmer, safer. My bedside table comes into view with my lamp shining bright atop it. My book is still lying there from where I left it last night, bookmarked to a particular spicy scene I had reread maybe once or twice. I can’t fathom why the room feels different. I feel relief, calm, and peace. I feel a shift beside me and start to panic, but the presence feels surreal and safe. Big rough hands wrap around my waist and pull me in closer.

“Shh, it’s ok, I’m here.” I know it’s him. His scent, it’s a combination of woodsmoke and citrus. Kade traces his hand up and down my thigh.

“What are you doing here?” I say between staggered breaths.

“Shh, we don’t need to talk right now.” He whispers. I’m highly aware I’m only wearing a vest that barely reaches the tops of my thighs and no bra. My back is flush against his chest, and I can feel his hard length digging into my ass. I push against it, desperate to feel him, all of him, and he groans into my neck.

“Fuck.” He inhales sharply. “You do that again, and I can’t be held accountable for what I do to you next.” The promises spilling from him, I want them all.

“Kade,” I plead. We can’t do this. I want this so badly, but we can’t. Not with every horror consuming my life.

“I love it when you say my name, Viper. I look forward to hearing you scream it.” His hand ascends my thigh until it reaches the border of my underwear. He slips it inside, but waits. I know he wants confirmation, so I give it to him. I buck my hips forward in protest and he chuckles, “So needy.”

His fingers find my clit and I gasp “Kade,” I breathe. He traces my clit with small circles all whilst pressing featherlight kisses against my neck. His other hand finds my neck and he squeezes slightly, not enough to restrict my breathing, and somehow I know I’m safe with him.

“Kade, please,” I beg. I move my hips, desperate for more friction. He groans into my neck again and it is the most seductive sound I’ve ever heard.

“What do you want, Viper?” he asks.

The truth is, I don’t know what I want. I think he must read me like a book because he moves his fingers close to my entrance.

“Do you want my fingers inside you?” He moves his fingers away and I buck my hips again in utter frustration. He chuckles into my neck, “You haven’t answered me.”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Yes what?” he persists.

“I want your fingers inside me, Kade, please,” I plead.

“Good girl.”

He pushes one finger inside me and I moan. “Fuck, I thought the sounds would be the best thing I get from you, but my God, your pussy feels so good.” I should be put off with the filth coming from his mouth, but I’m not, if anything it turns me on more.

I move my hips in circular motions, pleading for more. He tightens his grip on my throat slightly, exploring what my limits are.

“You’re dripping for me, Viper.” He adds another finger and I whimper. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace that has me pushing back against his length. The pace quickens, he knows my body better than I know it myself. I can feel the pleasure climbing to new heights, I need release.

“Kade!” pleading with him to give me what I need.

“You’re so close, I can feel you. Do you want to come, like the good girl you are?” he teases.

“Yes,” I plead.

“Beg me for it,” he demands. I have no fight left in me so I give him exactly what he wants.

“Please, Kade!”

He groans and bites me hard in the space between my shoulder and neck whilst thrusting his fingers inside me hard and hitting my clit with his palm.