Page 79 of Cruel Destinies

“Oh fuck!” he groaned lengthily, finally slowing his violent thrusts, and every muscle in his face strained with his struggle to hold back. Then his juices spilled into me, just as hot and potent as he was.

He fell over me in total exhaustion, his cock twitching deep inside my pussy as the waves of his orgasm continued to pulse through him, nudging at my core and sending acute spikes of pleasure into me.

We lay like that for a long moment, panting and sweating and melting in post-bliss.

“Shea, I’m home,” called a voice from the front of the house, followed by the closing of a door, and panic shot through my entire body.

“Shit!” Caesar and I whispered in unison.

He pushed himself off me and shoved himself back into his pants as I scrambled to pull my pants back up. He looked around the room in hasty, desperate movements.

“The window,” I whispered. “Go out the window.”

We both dashed to the window, and I slid it open as silently as I could. As soon as it was open wide enough for him to fit, he hopped out. Before I could close it again, he stuck his head back through and pecked my lips.

“I’ll call you,” he promised quietly, then made a run for it across the lawn.

“Shea?” Gram said as she came to my doorway.

“Hi, Gram,” I said, flashing her an innocent smile as I stood in front of my open window. “How was dinner?”

“It was lovely.” Her eyes narrowed in her owl-like suspicion. “Why is the window open?”

“I was hot,” I lied quickly. “Just wanted some fresh air.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Well, close it. Heating isn’t free. Just turn down the thermostat.”

“Right. Got it.”

I continued to just smile at her until she finally left my doorway with a shake of her head. Then I collapsed backward onto my bed.

I had no idea how to feel about what just happened, but I didn’t think I would ever recover. And I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

Chapter 26

Arya

I’d half expected to see Ashlyn hanging around when I returned to the avian common room, and I was both sad and relieved to see that she wasn’t. I hated unresolved issues, especially with a good friend, and I knew that she probably needed to talk about her encounter with Niko and how it had made her feel.

But after the very long day I’d had, I didn’t have the emotional stamina to be supportive, and it was probably better to give her time to process her emotions before discussing them.

Besides, Tobias was expecting me, and on top of wanting to enjoy the perks of our new relationship status, I also had some questions.

His door opened just as I lifted my hand to knock, his eyes blazing with familiar heat as he took me in.

I blinked away my surprise and lowered my hand with uncertainty. “Oh, are you going somewhere?”

He shook his head slightly, biting his delectable bottom lip before saying, “No. I just sensed you coming.”

My heart fluttered at the intensity he was giving off, and his eyes widened for a split second before a playful look came across his face.

“Didn’t you know I was psychic?”

I snickered and teased, “I thought that was just a mer thing.”

He rolled his eyes but stepped aside to let me in. I’d been in here before, but then I’d been too blinded by desire to notice how tidy his room was. The place looked barely lived in. There wasn’t a single sock or pair of boxers on the floor, and the bed was made. I didn’t even make my bed.

But somehow, this didn’t surprise me. Everything in Tobias’s life was controlled and calculated. Everything but his interactions with me, and there was something satisfying about that.

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