Page 31 of House of Ruin
Alecto threw her head back, stinging at the impact with the wall, but she didn’t care. Waves of pleasure rolled through her at his clever tongue, and the only thing she could do was gasp and whimper under his touch.
How could someone she hated so much make her feel so good?
It wasn’t fair.
Before Alecto had concocted her revenge plan, before coming to Blaze with her proposition, Alecto had taken a few other witches to bed. She wanted to see if maybe once she knew how to finally get what she craved from sex, she wouldn’t need Blaze for it.
How fucking disappointing it had been when it proved to be wrong. She could enjoy herself with those other boys, sure. She stayed away from cocky athlete bastards, so it wasn’t all bad.
But it was…lacking.
There had been none of the flutters in her stomach, the racing of her heart, the lightness of her head that she always got with Blaze.
Being with other witches wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. It justwas.
Fire scorched Alecto’s whole body, and heat rose to her cheeks. Blaze’s tongue moved everywhere, from her clit to her folds, tasting her whole, and she opened her eyes wide as it darted right inside her.
Alecto breathed out her surprise, glancing down to meet his gaze, which was watching her face intently. Blaze winked, moving inside her again, and Alecto thought she was going to lose her mind.
It was too much.
Alecto closed her eyes, resting her palms on the sides of the stool and leaning her head back against the cool wall.
May the consequences be damned.She didn’t give a fuck about who was in control anymore or what she tried to do with him. All that was left was the insatiable hunger only Blaze could satiate.
Alecto licked her lips, embracing the flames threatening to tear her body apart. Blaze’s grip around her hips tightened as he continued working her: licking, sucking, kissing.
When he nibbled on her gently, Alecto hissed, and when he retreated, she whimpered for more. Alecto was going to come. She was going to come on his face, in the bathroom while both of them were supposed to be in a lecture.
“Oh,fuck,” she whispered, rolling her head to the side.
Alecto lifted her hips towards him, greedily asking for more, and he obliged her, licking harder, moaning over her skin as if he were enjoying this just as much as she was. She flattened her palms on the walls, spreading her fingers wide, and her lips parted to release a loud moan, but right that moment, the door to the bathroom creaked and footsteps approached.
The moan died in Alecto’s throat, and her whole body went still as she opened her eyes.
Shit.
She glanced down to meet Blaze’s gaze, but he didn’t seem bothered.
In fact, his eyes shone with mischief, and he only winked at her before slipping one finger inside her, slowly dragging it in and out, completely ignoring the fact they weren’t alone anymore.
They could get caught.
Heat surged through her, and Alecto had to bite her lip very hard to keep still and not react to the way his wicked fingers moved inside her, the way his hooded eyes watched her, his lips glittering with her slickness, parted.
“I’m telling you, bitch.” It was Val’s voice, bouncing of the tiled walls. “It wasn’t me.”
Alecto’s heart sunk, her eyes widening. Out of all the people to find them in this position, it had to be Val.Motherfucker.
“I find it hard to believe that, Valeria,” the other person said, a very familiar voice, but Alecto couldn’t place it. “An important relic goes missing from the House of Dragons, and then out of nowhere, all the evidence points at the Rats.”
Galia. It was Galia, the High Priestess of the House of Rats.
“Don’t try to push me in the middle of your conflict, okay?” Val’s voice was light, unbothered. Amused even.
Their voices were closer now, and then one other stall closed, the walls around them vibrating with the impact of the door slamming shut. Blaze’s finger still moved inside Alecto with a steady rhythm.
“You might fool Norse or the other warlocks who have shit for brains when it comes to dealing with yourbreedof witches.” The disgust was obvious in Galia’s voice, and Alecto imagine the curl of her lips at the insult. “But I know better than that.”
