Page 22 of Shadow Warrior
Tears of anger and frustration blurred my vision. “Fuck you, Hyde. You don’t get to do this to me. Go ask Deana if she loves you.” I tore out of his grasp, pushed past him, and headed for my room.
Maybe I was being unfair. After all, he hadn’t made Orion’s law, but he needed to stay away from me. I was weak around him. My body craved him, and my heart … My heart was stupidly eager to get smashed.
Fuck him. Like hell would I tell him I loved him.
I slammed the door to my room and began to pace.
Was he going to stay here, in the dorms, across the hall from me? Had he simply come to deliver the note? Where was Deana? Damn her, she was meant to be the buffer. Shitty buffer, if you ask me.
My door was flung open, and Hyde strode in and began to take off his armor.
I backed up, recognizing the look in his eyes. Determination, direction. Need.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Once,” Hyde said. “We fuck once and get it out of our systems.”
My stomach flipped hard, and my traitorous body responded by tightening in all the right places. I wanted him. I’d be lying if I said otherwise.
His armor hit the floor with athunk,and then he was standing there in the feytech skin, the lightweight armor that molded to his body, leaving little to the imagination. The grooves of his muscled chest and hard eight-pack abs tapering down to the V at his hips were clearly visible through the skin-tight material, and further down, fuck … Wow. I needed to look away. I had to stop staring.
His arousal jumped under my gaze, and my core throbbed in response.
“Take off your clothes,” Hyde said.
Fuck. Pull it together, Justice. I tore my gaze from his manhood and latched on to his face. “What happened toyou’re a cadet, I’m a tutor,blah, blah, blah.”
I was stalling, but damn, I needed a second, a minute even, to collect my thoughts, to wrestle control of my body’s responses and shove them in a box.
Hyde’s eyes were hard, his jaw tense. “Six weeks, and that won’t matter.”
“But Orion’s law still will.”
He closed his eyes as if in pain, as if I’d reached into his chest and grabbed his heart. He knew I was right. He knew we couldn’t do this, so why was he standing here, making me contemplate throwing caution to the wind?
Anger flared like a brittle flame inside me. “Get out. You don’t get to have me. You don’t get to try this.” I stalked toward him, standing so close that his heat mingled with mine, and my skin quivered with the need to press to his. “If you think what’s between us will be satisfied by one fuck, then you don’t deserve me. You want me, then find a way around your fucking Orion’s law.”
Torment ripped across his features, and then his hand was in my hair, fisting it and yanking my head back to expose my throat. His mouth hovered over mine. “Damn you, Justice. Damn you to hell.”
And then he kissed me, savage and angry, releasing all the pent-up frustration into the rasp of tongue and scrape of teeth. My fangs slipped from my gums, arousal making me lose control, and copper flooded my mouth. Blood.
His blood.
Fire raced through my veins, and then I was sucking on his tongue, drawing him into my mouth, bodies crushed together, hands tearing at each other’s clothes. Caution took a leap out the window, floating on the heady taste of his blood as it mingled with mine.
I backed up, propelled by the force of his kiss, his body pressed to mine until the back of my knees hit the bed. I tumbled onto the mattress with Hyde on top of me.
Fucking damn the feytech skin. I needed it off. I needed to feel him against me. I was wet and throbbing, my hips grinding against his arousal. I could feel every ridge of his cock through the feytech skin, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me. I needed him. We rocked together, his hardness rubbing against my slick core, and then his hands were tugging at my waistband, slipping inside my pants and into the wet, swollen heat.
My mind shattered, all resolve dead beneath the flick of his fingers. More. I opened for him, raising my hips and abandoning myself to the shockwaves and rainbow streaks shooting through my mind. That feeling of something more, something just over the edge, bloomed in my chest.
“Fuck this,” Hyde rasped. “I need to taste you. I need you on my tongue.”
My breath twisted in my chest at his words. He grabbed the material of my slacks and tore them to expose me completely. My panties had no chance, and then his mouth latched onto my clit, and there was nothing but sensation—the rasp of his shorn hair between my fingers, his hot mouth sucking on me, and his tongue pushing into me.
I held him to me, urging him on, grinding into his face as he fucked me with his mouth. I was unraveling, over and over, my cries an echo bouncing around the room as sobs of release expanded in my chest, mingling with more, so much more because this was Hyde, this was my heart and this shouldn’t, couldn’t, be happening.
My body shuddered, limbs quivering from the orgasm. Hyde lapped at me, taking it all, and then raised his head to lock gazes with me. His eyes were almost black, edged with a ring of emerald.
