Page 21 of Power of Draken

“Technically, you said Kyrian?—”

“You are going to ensure Logan passes his mathematics exams,” Kai says, interrupting me. “And he, in return, is going to ensure your next practical assessment doesn’t read like a clairvoyant account of your likely demise.”

He brings us to a halt beside a door, and I realize we’ve walked all the way into the combat cadet barracks. Kai pounds on the wood three times, then pushes it open without waiting for a reply. Which is extremely unfortunate because we find Logan on the other side—balls deep inside a blonde he has bent over his desk. I thank the gods I cannot see the girl’s face.

“Rut off, assholes,” Logan says over his shoulder, not slowing his pumping on account of us. The blonde moans loudly.

My face flames and I try to back out, only to hit my back against a wall of Kyrian’s hard chest. “Shouldn’t we wait until he is… done?” I say under my breath.

“He is never done,” says Kyrian. “He just takes occasional life breaks.”

“Not inaccurate,” Logan agrees. His britches are mostly on, but the top of his ass cheeks are visible above the open waistline and they clench in rhythm to his nonchalant thrusting. “What do the lot of you want?”

“Oh, I don’t want anything,” Kyrian says, retreating back into the hallway. “I’m just here for the entertainment.”

“I on the other hand am here to facilitate proper introductions,” Kai says, pushing past Kyrian. “Logan, this is Rowan Lexington. Rowan, this is Logan. Congratulations. My headaches are now your headaches.”

With that, the bastard leaves, shutting the door behind him.

Chapter 11

Rowan

"I'll, ah, come back later," I stammer, trying to work out what to do with my eyes. I simultaneously want to look toward the smooth swath of skin showing at the top of Logan’s perfectly muscled ass, and to see nothing more of what’s happening in that general vicinity. The wet sounds of hips slapping against thighs and the girl’s soft grunts of pleasure mark the time. Heat flares through my face. And through the rest of me.

"You can stay," Logan calls over his shoulder, without slowing down his thrusts. "Alyssa likes the extra eyes, don't you pet?" He drives harder into the blonde and her answering moan of approval tells me he’s right.

I most definitely don’t want to be aiding and abetting Alyssa's orgasm.

I go for the door and try to think about potted plants. Or potions. Anything except the rhythmic slap slap slap of flesh.

Logan sighs in annoyance. “Fine. Just don’t go far.”

I consider telling him where he and his orders can go, but he is one of Kai’s triad and I don’t think any part of that would end well for me. I’m not about to get myself into more trouble than I’m in already.

"I'll… be outside." I slip out before Logan can offer more guidance and flattenmyself against the wall, catching my breath. Maybe I should make a run for it after all. Except where would I go and to what end? After seeing the way Kai handled my mother and his friends, I've no doubt that whatever he's got in store for me, there is no escaping it. So I stay in the hallway, cringing as Alyssa's moans on the other side of the door grow in intensity. At least one of us is enjoying the evening. Well, two of the three of us. Everyone but me.

I'm still trying to pretend I'm somewhere else, when the door to Logan's room opens and Alyssa steps out, readjusting her clothes as she walks. There is a self-satisfied look on her face, and the kind of glow I’ve heard people get after good sex but have never experienced myself. My body’s personal sexual continuum ranges from boring to painful. At least Collin doesn’t drag it out.

"You aren't his type.”

It takes me a moment to realize Alyssa is talking to me. She is a combat cadet, all tall, and lean, and graceful. Perky lips. Legs that go forever.

"Well aware," I tell her.

She surveys me up and down, her gaze lingering on the scar on my face before eye-measuring my breasts and waistline. Her tone softens into something conciliatory.

"Don't get me wrong, you could put some work in. Slim down some, get a bit more tone on the muscles. Maybe hold your spine straighter. There is no help for your height of course, but heels can do wonders. And that...'' she gestures to her face, where perfect skin is framed by perfect hair in opposition to my scar. "Well, I don’t think even makeup will help, so better try a different route entirely. Perhaps a strategic hair do. Or a mask? Something cute and pretty.”

"Oh for gods’ sake,” I put my hand out to stop her. “I’m here on orders. Literally. I have zero desire to fuck Logan."

She scoffs. "That's what every girl in the entire year says. And yet everyone dreams of doing exactly that. Personally, I don’t see the point of the I don’t even want him game.” She drops her voice conspiratorially. “The rumor is true by the way.”

“What rumor?” I know I shouldn’t take the bait, but I do anyway.

“That you’ve not climaxed, until he’s made you climax.”

I stick a second palm out to join the first. The embarrassed heat coming off me is probably enough to power a small village. “I really don't want to know about his climaxes. Or your climaxes. Or anyone else's climaxes. Really. In fact, the only thing I enjoy less than hearing about them, is being forced to listen to them happening live.”

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