Page 177 of Ruthless Legacy

“My fingers. My tongue. Anything you want.”

I lean closer, my lips to her ear. “What if I say I want you to fuck me with a strap on?”

I stiffen. Waiting for her response. Did I blow it? She’ll call me sick. Disgusting. Less than a man. I’m still not sure how that knife thing happened. It did, and we haven’t talked about it, but now I’m saying it was more than a fluke. That I want her to take my ass.

“Fuck, yes. I’ll do it.” She kisses my face. My chin. Crushing me to her. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it so good.”

I don’t know what possessed me to ask, and I don’t know if she’s just caught up in the moment with her answer, but the way she’s clenching my dick; creaming for me is too much to take.

“I can’t hold back.” I reach between us, rubbing her clit. “Cum with me Nem.”

“I’m there Pax. Don’t stop. I’m there. I’m-” Her mouth suspends open, and mine clenches shut as she drags me over the edge.

I wake with a start. Thea thrashing around is what woke me up. Another night terror. I count myself lucky that her knives are out of reach, or I’d probably have woken to one in my back. When I shift, she flips over, pinning me to the bed. Her eyes are open, but she’s not seeing anything.

“No! Not again!”

“Thea. It’s me. It’s okay, Nemesis. I’ve got you. I won’t let them hurt you again. Every one of them is a bloodied heap on the ground. You and me, we handled those little shits.”

She settles, the tension easing from her body.

“Messed with the wrong fucking one.” She says in a sleep heavy voice.

“Damn, right they did.”

Her head tilts like she’s actually looking at someone. “Should we call an ambulance for the one with the knife wound?”

“Let them bleed out.” And because I’m assuming she’s the one who stabbed whoever she’s talking about, I say, “Don’t forget your knife.”

She grunts a sound of agreement and stops fighting the weight of my hand, allowing me to push her head onto my chest. Her lower half grinds against me, her hand fumbling inside my shorts. It feels good, but I know she’s still dreaming. “Thea, what are you doing?”

“Fighting makes me horny.”

I groan as she slides her hand up and down my length. I remove her hand and let her grind against me until her breathing evens out. If her sex dreams are as vivid as her nightmares, I won’t survive sleeping over.

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Finn

I watch Thea jumping up and down, screaming at the top of her lungs at the front of the crowd, celebrating LJ’s official crossing over. As of five minutes ago, she’s a Lady Lion. I’m a Beta Psi and we support the Zeta Nus, but I gotta say I’m glad LJ picked the Lady Lions. She’s sweet and kind. What the Lady Lion’s stand for, how they treat their members and other people, is a much better fit.

I can’t bring myself to be worried about what any of my frat brothers will think about me being here. Thea loves LJ and I love Thea. So I support what she supports.

Love. That’s a big word and yet not quite big enough to encompass everything I feel about her. I haven’t told her how I feel yet. I don’t know why I’m waiting.

There’s a huge party tonight to celebrate crossing over and Thea’s informed us she’s going. That means we are too. She pushes through the crowd, making her way towards me. “Thanks for hanging out back here and not making it weird.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Pet. I’m happy to watch while you support your friend.”

“Really? The Lady Lions are the Nus’ rivals.”

“You’re not pledging them, so it’s not a problem.”

Her eyes slit. “What if I were pledging them?”

“Then I’d be the one at the front of the crowd cheering for you.”

She beams at me. “Good answer.”

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