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Thea’s face was flushed, a smile tugging at her lips. ‘Was that…’

‘Mind-blowing?’ he asked without hesitation. ‘Yes.’

On the table, Thea propped herself up on her elbows and surveyed their flushed, sticky bodies, her gaze lingering on Wilder’s cock, already halfway back to attention, heavy between his legs. ‘Welcome back, Warsword,’ she said with a devious grin.

Wilder cupped her chin and brought his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply before breaking away. ‘Next time you need punishment… It won’t just be here,’ he murmured, shifting his hand beneath her to squeeze her backside. With his other hand he swiped through her wetness before giving her clit a light slap.

A gasp escaped Thea, and then she laughed. ‘Don’t tempt me with a good time.’

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

THEA

They tidied the war table as best they could before clutching their torn clothes to their chests and darting through the university halls like rebellious teenagers. Thea couldn’t stop the laughter bursting from her lips as they sprinted through the empty library to their quarters.

Gods, she could only imagine who’d heard them. But she didn’t care.

Wilder’s silver gaze was bright and trained on her, his full lips curved into a disbelieving smile as she flung their door open and tossed her clothes aside.

‘I hope you brought your sewing kit,’ she said as he followed suit, their shirts in complete tatters thanks to his impatience.

He chuckled, the sound making her toes curl as he faced her.

She drank in the sight of him. He was even more perfect than when she’d first laid eyes on him. Carved by the Furies themselves had been her first thought back then, and she stood by it now. He’d recovered from his time in the tower spectacularly. His whole body was chiselled and corded with muscle, and he seemed to drip with strength and power. Her mouth went dry as her brazen study trailed to his cock, hard and ready for her once more. A fresh wave of desire pulsed through her.

Wilder appraised her hungrily.

Thea gave him a lazy smile, and let her hands start to explore her own body, his silver eyes tracking every movement as she cupped her breasts and let her fingers drift south, sliding through the evidence of what they’d already done.

‘Ready again so soon, Princess?’ His voice was low and husky.

Thea smirked. ‘Warsword stamina,’ she said, echoing words he’d spoken to her a lifetime ago.

Amusement gleamed in his eyes at that. He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it leisurely as though he had all the time in the world. Longing coursed through Thea as she watched the up-and-down motion over that glorious length.

Wilder Hawthorne was a god, and she would gladly worship at his altar.

And so she did. She went to him and dropped to her knees, her hand replacing his, guiding his cock to her mouth.

‘Thea…’ he moaned as her lips closed over the tip.

She nearly laughed, revelling in the instant power she held over him, in the fact that even on her knees, she held his pleasure in the palm of her hand. Circling the broad head of him with her tongue, she hummed around him, realising that he tasted of them both.

‘Stop toying with me,’ Wilder pleaded above her, jerking his hips.

That only made her want to tease him more. Thea tongued the crown of him and felt his muscular legs tremble beneath him, saw the thick tendons flex in his thighs. Smiling to herself, she licked the sensitive underside of his head, featherlight strokes of her tongue taunting him with what was to come.

He groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair, his whole body shaking with restraint.

Cupping his balls, Thea licked the length of him, from base to tip, before she glided her mouth over him and swallowed him down without warning.

‘Fuck,’ he barked, bucking beneath her.

Thea sucked his cock, moving up and down over his shaft, letting him hit the back of her throat as she worked him. Wilder moved with her now, gripping her hair by the roots and thrusting into her mouth, muttering curses to the Furies as he stared down at her through a haze of lust.

‘Play with yourself while you suck my cock, Thea,’ he ordered.

He didn’t need to tell her twice; her own arousal was dripping down her thighs. She parted her knees on the ground and slid her free hand to that sensitive spot that ached for contact.