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Authors: A.M. Hargrove

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“Wait. Repeat that for me.”

Edge laughs. “Yeah, I hijacked the exams for all the upper level students so they didn’t have to study.” Then he grins. “They did compensate me for it.”

“You’re the one?” I heard about this when I was at the academy at the time. I was older, but a couple of years below the class whose exams were hijacked. It was the talk of the academy for ages.

“Uh huh.” He beams. “My ass was in deep shit over it when they found out. I had to confess because if I didn’t, the entire upper level class would’ve been held back. I was interrogated for weeks when they figured out I was the one who did it. They had to redesign their security on the complink. It took them a while before I couldn’t break their cryptic codes. I never told them that I eventually was able to get back in. But I never hijacked another exam. It wasn’t worth all the bullshit. I’m damn sure I can do this, Sabin.”

I process all this about him. “Why did I not ever know this? All this time I thought Verus was the tech expert.”

“I thought you did. And Verus is. My forte is breaking into shit. Encryption is me.” He grins like a twelve-year-old who just heisted a handful of cookies from his mother’s cookie jar.

Maybe it’s Edge’s immaturity level that sidetracks me all the time, but I’ll have to tap into this side of his expertise from now on. “Okay, you’re on. Design something that can find the Mastermind and get us in there to figure out what’s going on. See if it can find out whether they even have Judgment Day. It may save us a trip.”

“On it, sir.” He hustles out of the room as I chuckle to myself.

“Who knew?” Rafe comments.

“We need to keep an eye on him. If we tap into his mind more often and make sure he stays focused, he’ll turn into a fine operative that we won’t have to continually worry about,” I respond.

“Agreed.”

“Rafe, team him up with Verus. Let Verus show him some stuff. Maybe we can end up with two tech experts. You never know.”

“What do you think the League is going to come back with?”

“I don’t care. We still have a job to do. As long as they bring us extra men, that’s all I care about. We’ve been at battle with the Council from the start. This won’t make much of a difference.”

“But, Sabin, there’s something wicked going on there.”

“There always has been.”

We share a look and Rafe knows. He asks, “You think it’s Ali’yah, don’t you?”

“I think she has something to do with it, but she’s not smart enough to act on her own.”

“Then who?”

“That I can’t answer. It kills me because my family had no enemies that I am aware of.” I walk to the window and glance out to see Serena sitting by the pool. What the hell! She’s wearing a bikini that barely covers her intimate parts. My cock surges to life and tries to force its way out of my pants. Shit. Rafe is talking and I have no idea what he’s saying because all I can think of is ripping that top off her and taking her nipples into my mouth and …

“Sabin? Did you hear what I said?”

My arms stretch out across the windows and I lean against them, fantasizing about the woman I’m eye fucking. Swallowing my desire, I clear the knot out of my throat and say, “Uh, what?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’ve been yapping my fool head off at you for minutes and you haven’t heard a word.”

He walks up behind me, takes a look at the scenery, and says, “Get the hell out of here. Your concentration turns to shit when you look at her. You’re worthless, you know it?” Then he stomps out of the room. I hear a deep chuckle and I spin around to see Helios leaning in the corner. I forgot all about him.

“I was waiting to see if you wanted to spar, but I can see you have a different kind of sparring on your mind.” His head dips down and then back up. I follow it and realize what he means. The outline of my erection is clearly visible in my pants.

Then his smartass mouth says, “I think you’ll be working off those frustrations through other means.”

Before I can think of a clever reply, he’s gone. In several long strides, I’m through the door and by Serena’s side. “Come with me.” My tone is harsh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come.” Her bright green eyes cloud with confusion, but she rises from the chaise. My fingers shackle her wrist and practically drag her up the stone staircase that leads to my quarters.

“Dang, can you slow down a bit?” she huffs.

I pay her no attention. When we get inside, I kick the door closed, and face her. I fight for breath as I absorb the sight of her. Her breasts are barely covered by two miniscule triangles of flimsy cloth. Nipples are visible as they almost punch their way past the fabric. What is she thinking wearing this? My finger twists the string between her breasts and it snaps.

She gasps. “I love this bathing suit. Why’d you do that?”

“This is no bathing suit. It is indecent and you should be ashamed to be seen in so little. You are nearly naked.” My mouth tightens onto her dusky nipple before I hardly finish the sentence. It stiffens against my tongue and I flick it as my fingers tease the other one. I feel her hands grab onto my shoulders, I suppose to steady herself. But I can’t get enough of her scent. She is positively delicious. She smells and tastes like the sweetest strawberries I’ve ever eaten. And I’m getting ready to sample her everywhere.

My fingers slip beneath the strings that hook the two triangles of the bottom of her suit together. It barely covers her ass and pussy, and she can’t possibly ever wear this in public again. In one twisting snap, the thing pops in my hand.

“Hey!” she protests.

I cover her lips with mine, swallowing her complaints as my tongue invades the cavern of her delectable mouth. The challenges I expect melt away as her tongue glides along mine and I deepen the kiss, tasting heaven as she engages in it. Hands dive into my hair, fingers coiling and tugging. She’s not gentle as she yanks it, and it turns me on when she does. Our kiss heats up further when her hands move to my shirt and tries to pull it off. Unfortunately, it has to be removed over my head, so I break off our kiss. Deep sea green orbs follow my every move. Once my shirt is gone, her greedy hands slip under the waistband of my pants. She lifts her gaze to mine when she hears my chuckle.

My voice is hoarse with desire when I speak. “It would be easier if you’d unfasten them.”

Her head ducks back down and my pants open up to her heated touch. When her fist closes around my erection, I swallow my growl of ecstasy. The tension in my body increases as I focus on staying in control. There are too many things I want to do to her before anything happens to me. I enjoy this for only a few moments and then my hand covers hers, bringing her motion to a halt. “Stop. Stop. As much as I love this, there are other things I want to do.” After I kick out of my shoes and pants, we walk to the massive bed and I tell her, “Never wear things like that in public anymore. No one should ever see what I see.” Then, before she can object, I push her back and begin my exploration of her.

Serena’s hair is my aphrodisiac, so I wrap it around my hand and draw her head to the side as I run my nose up and down her lovely neck. “You smell of strawberries and sunshine. Have I ever told you that?” She murmurs continuously between breaths, which delights me, but her skin is the cream the strawberries should be served in. To touch her is to touch a priceless gem. Nothing is as beautiful as Serena. And it’s hard to believe how exquisite she is.

Seeing her in that insubstantial swimsuit has only whetted my appetite for her, but having my hands the real thing is more than I could ever want or hope for. Moving to the hollow at the base of her throat, I lick and suck, but then I make a line down between her breasts. She arches her back and moans. One hand fists my hair and the other grasps the sheets. Her responsiveness drives my passion, like kerosene on a fire. My mouth lands on one peaked nipple and I pull it between my lips, tugging and sucking, while my finger tweaks the other.

“Sabin. More. More.” The hand crumpling the sheets now squeezes my shoulder and she pants now.

“You shall have more. All you want and then some.” My fingers press into the soft flesh of her hips as I move down her body, trailing wet kisses interspersed with nipping and sucking all the way. My teeth mark her, and at some points my mouth draws blood to the surface of her skin. She squirms and I scold her because it’s difficult to hold her at times.

“Can’t help it.”

“Yes, you can,” I whisper against her strawberry scented flesh. And then I inhale her. She is so heavenly; I will never get enough. “You have the softest skin I’ve ever touched and the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

By the time I reach the juncture of her shapely thighs, she gasps for pleasure and air. “Serena, do you want to come?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Fast or slowly.”

“Fast. Now.”

“Open your legs for me. Wide.”

Her pink, glistening flesh beckons me, and all I want to do is taste her until she begs me to stop. As much as I would like to tease her all night, I also want to please her. But I won’t make her come as fast as she wants. I nuzzle her sex and inhale. She’s glorious. “You are gorgeous, Serena. Soft and slick, and you taste like a luscious berry.” I slide a finger around her without touching what she wants, and she moans. Then I dip it inside, and she’s wet. Extremely wet. “You’re so ready, aren’t you? And you want this?”

“Yesss.” Her arms stretch out to her sides and it’s taking all of my self-control not to plunge deep inside of her right this second.

Moving my finger in and out, I gaze at her, while her excitement increases even further. Her nipples are a rosy hue, and she opens her mouth to moan. I lower my mouth and blow a steady stream of air across her sex and she sucks in her breath.

“Your mouth. Put your mouth on me, please.”

I take two fingers and run the backs of them over her, up and down, over and over, never touching what she wants me to. “I’m going to suck your clit until you scream my name.”

“Oh, god.”

I wrap my lips around her tiny bud and suck, moving my fingers inside of her. She tastes so sweet I don’t want this moment to end. But an intense orgasm has her bucking against my mouth and hand, leaving her twisting around my face, and saying my name like a mantra.

“Sabin, Sabin, Sabin.”

She doesn’t stop. So I crawl on top of her and before she comes down from her orgasmic high, I catch my name with my mouth, taking it in, wrapping my tongue around it in awe. She kisses me back, our tongues sliding against each other, flaming my desire. Situating myself between her thighs, I take my cock and tease her opening. I love every sound she makes, every moan and sigh and I love the way her hands grab my ass, nails digging in as she tries to get me to thrust into her. I finally give her exactly what she wants, driving myself in deep to her, “Oh god, yes.” She matches my rhythm, and her hand moves to my face, touching it, caressing it, and then something changes in me. This is no longer a woman I want to fuck. This is a woman I want to make love to. Something blossoms inside of me and grows until my heart clangs loudly against my ribs. So I slow things down and drag this out.

“Serena, look at me.”

Her eyes catch my gaze and I find myself collapsing into a sea of green emotion, barely able to pull oxygen into my lungs. I pleasure her with entirety, kissing her eyes, cheeks, nose, and mouth. Inching out and back in, I press down, rocking on her pelvis so she feels me on all the right spots. I want her to come again,
need her to come again
, with me inside of her. Sliding a hand under her, I cup her ass and bring her closer. She touches my lips, our eyes still locked. At first hers are filled with questions, but then they shine with happiness, right before her passion consumes her and she dissolves in another scorching climax as she calls out my name. And I want to hear it again.

“Say my name again.”

“Sabin.” Her voice is husky with the aftermath of her orgasm. And only then do I allow myself to come.

This is perplexing as emotions choke me. What just happened? I’m not positive I want to know. I roll to my side, careful not to crush her with my weight, and pick up her hand. Her long, slender fingers look delicate next to my large, callused ones. I bring each one to my lips before releasing them. Then I gather a chunk of her hair and bring it to my nose. This is like a drug to me. Too bad I can’t bathe in it.

I look up to find her scrutinizing me. Her brow is knitted and I can only imagine what spins in that ever questioning mind of hers. It doesn’t matter. I only want to touch her because I can’t possibly keep my hands off her lustrous skin. Running a finger up her arm, I follow her shoulder around to her neck and don’t stop until I get to the hollow at the base of her throat.

“You have put a spell on me, Serena. I am bewitched and can’t keep my hands off you.” My voice is so hoarse, I hardly recognize it.

“Then don’t. I don’t want you to keep your hands off of me. You make me feel things I never imagined were possible.”

Her arm extends, hand out, palm facing outward, fingers spread, and she places it against mine. It looks so small in comparison. But the heat that passes between us is anything but that. It’s potent, electric, like lightening charging through us.

Her voice is a whisper on the wind. “I can’t keep my hands off you either, Sabin.”

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