Page 63 of Crescent Warrior

Michael searched his face, his brow furrowed. “Jason said—”

“Fuck Jason!” Alex’s outburst was loud and uncontrolled. “He doesn’t know what’s best for us right now. He isn’t even fucking here. He sent us on the dangerous mission. Not himself. Never himself.”

Michael looked away, but Alex didn’t let him. He gripped his arm tight, shaking his head adamantly.

“He doesn’t know what’s best for us, Michael. You know that. I know that. I’ve felt connected to you since I met you. Just now, I felt connected to that other guy. I don’t know how, but I sure as fuck want to find out. Don’t you?”

The tortured look in Michael’s eyes let him know that he was right on the edge. He just needed one tiny little shove.

“Don’t you think if we find someone we’re related to, they would be willing to help Jason? Think of how happy he’ll be.”

Alex hid his smug grin as the storm in Michael’s eyes seemed to settle at his words.

Of course he’s still looking out for Jason when Jason could give two shits if Michael lived or died. I need to look after him.

“Hey, let’s just go say hi, okay? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“They could rip our throats out,” Michael said with a simple shrug.

“Well, there’s that.” Alex sighed, slapping him across the back anyway. “But it’s still worth a try.”

Turning back toward the direction of the house, they both lifted their heads at the same time and went still.

“They’re coming,” Michael whispered.

“Fuck.”

“How are you still hard?” Hippolyta whimpered as he rubbed himself over her aching pussy, certain that he was going to be chafed to death.

They had been going at each other for hours, unable to stop themselves except for scrounging for food. A rough laugh left Cole’s throat as he tugged at her hair, tilting her head back to give him access to her throat, nipping and licking, leaving love bites on every inch of her skin that he could reach.

“It’s funny that you’re only just realizing that.”

She made a questioning sound as she tilted her head to the side, letting him lave her mark with his tongue. Her own teeth tingled with the need to mark him, but she fought the urge, biting down on her lip instead.

“I’ve been hard around you since I was too young to be having erections.” He laughed, biting down on her sore mark. It felt raw and sensitive, almost too tender to touch, but she let him, knowing that it soothed both of them for at least half of the claiming to be completed.

“I think I would have noticed,” she chuckled, her heart giving a throb of pain at his words.

“I hid it from you,” he murmured. “I didn’t want you to know. Much less for you to ever tell your father.”

He was laughing as she pushed him away, catching his gaze with her own.

“What are you talking about? I would have known.”

“You were young too,” he scoffed. “As if you would have even known what it was.”

“I would have known,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down to stroke over his throbbing cock, the heat of it searing her.

“I fucked my hand so many times,” he gasped as she gripped him, sliding her palm from base to tip. “Imagining it was yours. Your mouth. Your pussy.”

He groaned, his hips bucking as he watched her with smoldering eyes. Her body was on fire from the inside out.

“Gods, my Lyta,” he groaned. “If you only knew how much I’ve always wanted you.”

“I touched myself too,” she gasped, slipping her free hand between her own legs, her fingers caressing her oversensitive clit. She shuddered as she rubbed slowly, moaning in the back of her throat. “Almost every night you weren’t next to me.” She bit her lip, looking away from his intense gaze. “And some nights that you were.”

“Fuck.” His voice was low and hoarse, and he yanked her hand away from his cock, kissing her deeply as he held it over her head, pulling her other hand free from between her legs and sucking her fingers into his mouth before reaching down to notch his cock to her pussy.

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