Wrath of the Gods (Magic Blessed Academy 3)

“I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. In this training room, with the door unlocked.” He withdrew his fingers from my pussy, sliding them up to circle my clit instead, the pads of his fingers moving in a harsh blur. “I hope someone walks in. I hope they see me buried inside your tight pussy, hope they see your whole body trembling as I make you come on my cock. I hope they hear you scream and they know that no one but me or Lach or Trace will ever make you sound this way.”

Oh, fucking hell.

As if the things he was doing to my body weren’t maddening enough, every filthy word he spoke made my arousal spiral even higher. I was grinding hard against him now, trying to rub more of my ass against his cock and more of my clit against his hand.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my breath coming in short, sharp intakes.

“What do you want, Ari?” he breathed in my ear. Then his tongue traced the curve of my earlobe before he brought it into his mouth, biting down gently on the sensitive flesh.

“Fuck me, Merrick!”

I tried to keep my voice low, but it was probably much too loud for an unlocked room where a man currently had his hand down my pants.

Merrick didn’t try to silence me though. A hungry chuckle vibrated in his chest, and before I could even register the movement, he was drawing his fingers away from my clit. He lifted me slightly, just enough to let him shove his pants down several inches, and then he hooked the waistband of mine, tugging my athletic pants and panties down in one swift motion.

I felt his cock against my bare ass for a second, smooth and hard and hot as a brand. Then he was fisting his thick length, lifting me again, and lining himself up with my slick entrance. Wrapping both arms around me again, he brought me down hard on his cock, impaling me in one quick thrust.

My teeth clamped around my bottom lip so hard it nearly bled as I cut off the scream of pleasure that welled in my throat. My legs were trapped a bit by my pants, and my body was pinned to Merrick’s, so there was nothing I could do but give in to the sensations barreling through me.

As he thrust up into me from below, making me bounce on his lap, I held on to his arms, my mouth falling open as my head t

ipped back again.

“What would they see?” Merrick’s wonderful, devilish lips were at my ear again, nipping and biting, his breath warm on my skin. “If someone walked through that door right now, what would they see?”

My pulse picked up and my breath came faster as a dozen filthy images flashed through my head. It was early evening. Most people were probably hanging out in the common rooms, finishing up dinner, or back in their dorms studying. But it was entirely possible that some ambitious student might decide to do a little extra practicing before classes tomorrow. Might walk into the training room expecting to find it empty.

And if they did, what would they see?

“They’d see you buried inside me,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. “They’d see how you stretch me, how you fill me up. They’d see you pounding into me. And they’d see how much I fucking love it.”

He grunted beneath me, and I felt the effect my words had on him. His thrusts became harder and deeper, his grip on me tightening as one hand delved into my bra again, massaging the tender flesh with a hungry, desperate touch. His lips found the side of my neck, and I tilted my head, letting him take every inch of skin that he wanted.

As he drove up into me, his mouth devoured me. His teeth scraped over my skin, and his tongue flicked over the pulse that beat wildly in my throat.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Ari,” he muttered, sounding half-delirious—just like I was. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.”

Normally, I wasn’t in the habit of doing what other people told me. I didn’t take orders from anyone, and any person dumb enough to test that was liable to end up with a broken limb. But there were exceptions to every rule, and my body had clearly decided that the three men who had found their way into my heart were exceptions.

Merrick’s low growl made my body shake, and I dug my fingernails into his forearm as my pussy clamped down hard. He let out a choked sound, and when I felt the first pulse of his cock, it tipped me over the edge.

Stars danced at the edges of my vision as a blinding wave of pleasure washed through me, filling my body up with an electric charge. Merrick thrust up into me twice more, his strokes deep and forceful, as his cum flooded my convulsing channel. I kept squeezing him, massaging him with my inner walls, drawing out every last drop of his release.

Finally, we both went limp, my body draping over his as his head thunked softly against the wall behind us.

“Fuck,” I murmured in between deep breaths, sounding like I’d just run a marathon. “Fuck. Holy fuck.”

“I like hearing you make those sounds too,” Merrick whispered, a note of heat and humor in his voice as he pulsed his hips against my ass again, making us both shudder.

“Holy fuck.” I knew I’d just said that, but honestly, it bore repeating. “What was that for?”

He tightened his embrace, and I felt him sigh contentedly behind me. “Consider it a preview of the day Lach, Trace, and I tie you up.”

“Don’t tease,” I warned, and he laughed softly.

“About that? Never.”

Now that the haze of lust had cleared from my head, the knowledge that someone really could walk in on us penetrated down to the more sensible part of my brain, and Merrick and I disentangled ourselves. He helped me to my feet and cleaned me up a little before tugging my pants back up, then tucked himself away. I was pretty sure anyone who saw us would be able to guess what we’d just been doing—and Trace and Lachlan would definitely know—but that wasn’t quite as scandalous as getting caught in the act.