Page 52 of Beg the Night

She squirmed beneath me and tightened around my finger. Fuck, that sensation alone nearly made me come undone.

“Come for me, Athena.” I added another finger and pumped faster, using my thumb to circle her clit.

She was utterly at my mercy, and knowing that I was the only one who had ever touched her like this?

That thought was fucking addicting.

She was seconds from climaxing. Her body was wild under my touch. Undone. Relaxed. Fucking primitive.

My name on her lips was a sound I would never fucking forget.

I licked the inside of her thigh, closer to her apex than before. Her breath hitched and her body tightened like a bowstring. And then she was flying over the edge. She shattered beneath my touch, coming on my fingers and ruining my entire fucking life.

At the height of her pleasure, I registered an unfamiliar sensation in my mind, in my being. Like a whisper against the inside of my skull.

The drugs. It had to be the drugs.

Only…

The way my own power reacted to it, nearly catapulting out of my control, told me it was not the drugs.

It was Athena and her big, dirty secret.

Before I could catalog the sensation and what it was doing to me, though, it was over.

Slowly, her trembling body relaxed. When her muscles were languid, I pulled my fingers out of her soaking pussy and braced myself above her, not ready to leave yet.

She finally opened her eyes and stared up at me in awe, like she was waiting for me to make the next move. So naturally, I did something very, very stupid. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted her.

It might’ve been the lack of any tasteful food in these damn dungeons for the last few months, but she tasted like everything I had ever needed in my life.

She swallowed as she watched me, equally as drunk on the sight of it as I was.

For a moment, we were frozen like that. My heart pounded as my mind whirred, trying to assess the last few minutes. I was still drowning in my own need, but it would pass. I’d gotten a taste of her. That was enough to satisfy me for now.

“What just happened?” she whispered.

I hovered closer, only stopping when our noses were an inch apart. “I fixed our problem. You’re welcome.”

With that, I pushed myself off the bed and returned to the very, very cold bars of the cell that felt more like a torture room than before.

SIXTEEN

athena

Sinner said nothing to me for hours. He stayed on his side of the tiny cell, as far away from me as he could get.

I didn’t blame him. I’d literally begged him to touch me last night. Could I be any more pathetic? Clearly, I had no restraint. The same could not be said for Sinner. He’d gotten me off quickly, then extricated himself, obviously not affected at all by the drugs they pumped into the cell.

Drugs or not, he had more self-control than I expected. That, or he didn’t think I was half as attractive as I thought he was.

Now that the haze of those drugs had lifted, I was regretting every choice I’d ever made in life.

Nobody had ever touched me like that. Nobody had ever made me tremble under their grasp. And the scariest part? A sensation I’d never experienced before sparked to life in that moment—one that had nothing to do with his hands on my body. And part of me suspected he felt it, too.

Especially when he finally broke the silence.

“You’re telling me you’ve never used powers before? Even by accident?”

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