Page 139 of Blood & Betrayals

Does he not see me exercising right now?

“No, I don’t want to fight you.”

Max shrugs. “Hm. Too bad. Always wanted to train a fae.”

Fucking knew it. Asshole.

I step off the treadmill and pull on my hoodie again. I walk toward the exit and am halfway across the gym when I hear Max’s stupid voice. He only says one word. One stupid word, but it’s the only word he could have said that would make me pause here.

“Coward.”

I feel my spine lock up, but I force myself not to engage, knowing he’s goading me. He is trying to push me into fighting him, a stupid manipulation to add a fucking notch to his training mitts or whatever the fuck fighters use. I take a deep breath and keep walking.

Connor is just waking up when I get to my room, and I bend, planting a sweaty kiss on his lips.

“Gym?” Connor moans softly against my lips.

I nod and straighten, starting to undress for the shower. “I met this complete dickhead gym guy.”

Connor frowns and sits up in bed. He leans back against the headboard, the sheet pooling low on his hips. “Short buzz cut and stubble? Huge muscles?”

I nod.

“Maximillian Romulus. I hate that guy. He’s a dick.”

Surprised, I stop and look at him. “You do?” That someone would have such a reaction to Max is not what shocks me. What surprises me is that it’s Connor who is reacting this way. I’ve never seen Con display anything less than mild disinterest.

“He’s always acted like my existence insults him. He’s a dick to all of us, even Luke.”

I lift my eyebrows as I pull off my sports bra. “Luke? How can anyone be nasty to Luke? Maybe I should have taken him up on his offer,” I ponder as I walk through to the shower. I hear Connor scramble out of bed.

“What offer?” Connor asks, following me.

“To fight him.” I turn on the shower and push off my panties before stepping in. The warm water makes my muscles groan in ecstasy. Connor joins me, looking down at me with an intensity I am not used to from him.

“Why would he offer that?”

I shrug, tilting my head back to wet my hair. “He wants to train a fae.”

“Sum, he’s a berserker. If you tried to fight him… it wouldn’t be pretty.”

My lips twitch. “Well, I flipped him off instead.”

Connor chuckles and relaxes a little. “That’s my girl.”

I look up at him and trail my hands up his chest. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my naked body to his. “No more talk of gym rats.”

Connor laughs, his hands already roaming over my curves.

I pull him down and kiss him deeply. His tongue flicks mine, my belly clenching at his groan of pleasure. He cups his hand at the back of my thighs and hoists me against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He slides his fingers through my folds, checking to see if I am ready for him. Finding me hot and slick,Connor thrusts inside of me. He buries his cock to the hilt, supporting my full weight with his arms.

“Fuck. This is my favorite workout,” I moan against his lips.

Connor laughs, but it trails into a deep moan as he rolls his hips and thrusts, fucking me deeper. He takes a step, and I arch as my back finally meets the cold tile of the shower wall, but it somehow only adds to the pleasure. Connor uses the slick tiles to move me faster on him, and I tunnel my fingers into his hair, yanking hard.

“Fuck, Sum…” Connor hisses into my mouth, his cock pulsing inside me. He thrusts and circles his hips again, grinding against my clit. “I’m close. Are you close?”

I nod, biting the tip of his tongue.

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