Page 139 of Ruthless Legacy

Her mouth opens just far enough to slip my shaft inside. Barely. I’m thick and long. She grabs my hips, tracing her thumb over one of the tattoos on my hipbone.

“That’s it, Nem. Read the story on my hips, while I make a home between these devious little lips.”

I stroke in and out, until she flicks whatever switch she needs to, to make her a more active participant. Once she does, I’m fighting the urge to lodge in her throat. Holden and Finn told me she’s good at this. I didn’t realize how good. “Fuck, just like that.”

I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling for just a moment. I can’t get too lost in this. I have to stay alert, so nobody else tries to join in. Reluctantly, I slip out of her mouth. “Two down, one to go.”

Before she can protest, I pull her off the altar, turning her to face it, and the members on the dais. I gather her wetness from between her legs, using it to lubricate my finger and her ass.

I slowly work a finger inside her ass, stretching it. That’s three penetrations. That’s enough. That fulfills her challenge requirement. I should stop, but I don’t.

With my free hand, I find her clit, rubbing it, until she’s rocking against me. Pushing back against the finger in her ass. I add another one. She drops her chin to her chest, her breath coming in heavy pants.

“I want you to fuck my fingers while you rub this throbbing clit until you come. Can you do that? Rub it like you did that night on the balcony.”

She pushes my hand aside, replacing it with hers. I pull on my cock, needing a release just as badly as she does. Her pace picks up, and I follow suit.

“That’s it, Nem. Just like that.” Her free hand claws at the marble, and I press closer to her, bending over her back, as I pull harder, jacking off behind her.

Her ass tightens around my fingers. I give my cock three hard pulls, then spill my release onto the marble base of the altar.

I straighten her gown, and when the lights come back on, I step away, melting back into the crowd.

Chapter56

Thea

We went from the in-chamber challenge straight into another. This one is a camping excursion. They haven’t told us what the actual challenge is yet, but we’re stuck here for the night. The league provided a tent and camping gear and, of course, coordinates to where we needed to go.

I was on an adrenaline high with Pax, and afterwards, as I followed the other prospects and their mentors through the woods, but I was fighting the energy crash as I swallowed down an MRE and put up my tent on my own.

I can’t fight it anymore. I’m far enough away from the group and don’t hear or see anyone else walking around. It should be okay to close my eyes, just for a few minutes.

My eyes pop open. I turn, grabbing the person leaning over me and flip them onto their back, shoving my knife against their throat.

“Easy LaReaux.”

I blink, clearing the remnants of sleep from my eyes. Wolfe is here? In the middle of the woods? “What are you doing here?”

“As your mentor, I have a right to know where you are at all times.” He reverses our position and pulls the knife from my hand. “And as your man, I needed to make sure these fuckers aren’t breaking the rules and are keeping their hands to their selves.”

I slowly process what he’s saying. “They approved you?”

“An hour ago.”

An hour? After that humiliating challenge was already over.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“LaReaux?”

I wrap my arms around him and bury my nose in his neck. “I’ll tell you later. Right now, I just want to hold you.”

He shifts to a sitting position and pulls me into his lap, kissing the top of my head. His hand rubs circles on my back. When it dips lower, he grabs my ass, pulling me closer, slowly rocking me back and forth.

“What are you doing?”

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