Page 30 of Revenge (Warriors of the Drexian Academy #6)

Chapter

Thirty

Deklyn

I gazed up at Sasha after I pulled off her panties and settled myself between her legs. “I need to hear you moan because of me.”

Sasha ran her hands through my hair and opened her legs to me. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Inferno Force.”

I took this as an invitation and a challenge, dropping my mouth to her and sliding my tongue between her slick, smooth skin.

I knew all about the human pleasure center from what my fellow Drexians had told me reverently, but experiencing it for myself was another matter.

I found the bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, and Sasha’s breathy sigh told me how much she liked my tongue’s gentle circling.

Sasha dug her fingernails into my scalp and arched her back as I continued working her with my tongue while sliding one finger inside her. She was so wet and hot that my cock stiffened again, and when she moved her hands from my hair to find the node at the nape of my neck, heat arrowed through me.

I groaned as I licked her, the sensation of her stroking the hard bump that started the line of nodes that ran the length of my spine sending pleasure coursing through me. The faster she rubbed, the harder and warmer they got until it felt like my skin was on fire.

That didn’t stop me from sucking on her slick nub as I curled the finger inside her, stroking the velvety walls until she bucked against me.

“Deklyn,” she gasped, abandoning stroking my node and instead gripping my shoulders as her body trembled.

She coiled her legs around my head as she shook, her body clenching around my finger. I grabbed her ass to keep contact with her as she thrashed and moaned, her entire body jerking as she let out a last scream before sagging limp onto the bed.

As much as my cock ached to be buried inside her, I sat back and enjoyed the look of pure euphoria on her face, her cheeks flushed and her hair a wild tangle on the sheets beneath her. Then I climbed up to her and lay next to her, curling an arm around her waist.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a dazed grin. “Remind me never to talk shit about Inferno Force again.”

My laugh was low, but a pulse of satisfaction made my heart beat faster. It was enough to lie next to Sasha and feel her heavy breath and sated sighs.

She rolled over and curled against me, resting her head on my chest, where she could probably hear the steady thrum of my heartbeat.

The morning light filtering through the suite’s windows painted everything in gold, including the curve of Sasha’s bare shoulder and the dark strands of hair that spilled across it.

I traced lazy patterns on the small of her back with my fingertips, marveling at the softness of her skin and the way she fit perfectly against me and trying not to be distracted by the way she trailed one finger languidly over my chest tattoos.

Part of me was already dreading what would come next.

This moment of perfect peace couldn’t last forever.

Eventually, we’d have to face the reality of our situation.

When this was all over and she’d gotten her revenge, would there be anything left between us?

Or would I be left nursing a broken heart and the memory of what it felt like to be truly connected to someone?

The thought should have terrified me, but as I felt Sasha’s breath warm against my skin, I knew I wouldn’t trade these moments for anything.

After years in Inferno Force, risking my life in increasingly dangerous missions, I couldn't imagine being with someone who valued me for more than just my combat skills and willingness to charge into hopeless situations.

Sasha saw past the cocky warrior facade. She understood there was more beneath the tough exterior. She didn’t need me to be anything other than exactly who I was.

I was about to ask what she thought would happen when this was all over when the door to our suite slid open without warning.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!” Serge’s voice rang through the room. “Time to get up and get to serious wedding planning! The cameras are?—”

He stopped mid-sentence as he took in the scene before him. Sasha and I were entwined in the rumpled bed, sheets strategically positioned but leaving little doubt about what had transpired. His purple hair blazed pink at the roots, as his eyes became shocked orbs.

Sasha had gone rigid against me, and I felt her breath catch in what might have been mortification or laughter.

“Oh my,” Serge said, his voice slightly strangled.

Then he clapped his hands together with a forced cheer that suggested he was trying very hard to pretend he hadn’t just walked in on us in bed.

“Well, the TV crew has arrived, and you’re very lucky I didn’t bring the cameras with me for the wake-up call! ”

He spun on his platform heels, presenting us with his back as he continued his rapid-fire commentary.

“Your friends from the Academy are also arriving at this very moment, so there’s absolutely no time to waste.

Today’s schedule is packed for both of you because we have the wedding of the century to plan! ”

“Serge,” I started, but he was already heading for the door.

“Reina and I will wait outside!” he announced without turning around. “Five minutes to make yourselves presentable, and then it’s showtime!”

The door slid shut behind him, leaving us alone in sudden, ringing silence.

For a moment, neither of us moved. Then Sasha’s shoulders shook, and I realized she was laughing, genuine, helpless giggles that made her whole body tremble against mine.

“Holy hell,” she gasped between laughs. “His hair turned pink!”

The absurdity of it hit me then, and I laughed too. If someone had told me a week ago that this would be my life, I would have recommended they see a medic.

“Well,” I said when I could speak again, “at least now he has absolutely no doubt that we’re a genuine couple.”

“Silver lining,” Sasha agreed, pushing herself up on her elbow to look down at me. Her dark hair fell around her face like a curtain, and her gaze flashed heat.

She leaned down to kiss me —soft and sweet and entirely too brief—before pulling away with obvious reluctance. “We should probably get up. As much as I’d like to stay here all day, we probably shouldn’t anger the wedding planner. Or keep the TV crew waiting.”

I watched as she slipped from the bed and strode toward the bathroom completely nude and absolutely breathtaking.

How many more moments like this would we have? Once the circus of wedding planning began in earnest, would there be any space left for the quiet intimacy we’d found?

I stood and grabbed the towel from where I’d dropped it, wrapping it around my waist as the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Through the open door, I could see Sasha moving around in the shower, and the temptation to join her was almost overwhelming.

But Serge was right. We were on a schedule now, and there were too many moving pieces to our plan to risk any delays, although I knew this story wouldn’t have the happy ending Serge envisioned.