He moves from his position and makes his way over to me. “Yes and no. It’s more tangible. Anything that happens here can be felt outside this world.” Tugging my chin up, he dips down and kisses me.
“Pain…” he whispers and bites my bottom lip, hard, sending a spark of heat straight to my clit. “And pleasure…” he groans, licking the spot, and sucking it between his lips.
I reach up for him, but he drags himself away with a knowing smile. “We haven’t been able to spend time with you or train you much.” He gives me a look that tells me that’s aboutto change. “We’ll be heading back to the War Camps soon, and I want to make sure you’re prepared.”
I freeze, misunderstanding his reason for bringing me here completely. “So, this is a…trainingdream?” I ask feeling a little disappointed.
After Malakai leaving me frustrated and having to go asleep with Knox’s warm body wrapped around mine, I was hoping for a little relief. But apparently, he’s decided to join in and become a little tease like the rest of them.
The room around me shifts, changing to an indoor shooting range with just one station and target.
He moves me over to the little booth and hands me a gun that literally appears out of nowhere.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I am in a dream. Or whatever this is.
Getting in position, I focus and shoot, hitting dead center.
Cyrus’ brows raise, his facial expression more than a little shocked.
Old Sena might not have been able to hold a gun, but this Sena has been able to use weapons of all kinds since she was a child.
He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t be surprised.” He moves behind me and dips down, kissing the top of my shoulder. “Let’s make it a little more challenging, shall we?”
His hands curl around my waist, one moves up to my neck, tilting my head so he can brush a kiss at the side of my neck while the other moves lower and lower.
I gasp as he fingers slide down my leggings and run along my core.
“Now…” he breathes. “Let’s see how well you can aim while distracted.” He grinds into the back of me, his hard length hitting just the right spot.
I tilt my head back and lick my lips enjoying the feel of him.
“Shoot, Sena,” he says while licking a path up along the side of my neck.
Trying to focus, I raise the gun but just before I shoot, his finger slides along my core.
“You’re so wet,” he groans. And I shoot, hitting just a little off-center but still in the bullseye.
“Good girl,” he rasps as he slides his fingers into me, making me gasp.
“Now, hit the bullseye two more times, and I’ll make you come,” he promises, sliding slowly in and out of me.
He keeps his agonizingly slow pace up, sliding in and out of me before adding a second finger. My legs turn to Jell-O, and my entire body trembles as I get close to the edge.
Just a little longer. I grind back into him, needing a little more friction to push me over.
“Sena,” he warns and starts dragging his hand away. I raise the gun and shoot, again and again. Hitting dead center six times in a row before I grind against him.
“Now, make me come or I’ll shoot you.”
He chuckles and his fingers slide back inside me. I drop the gun, and he turns my head and kisses me hard and fast before moving us, pushing me forward toward the desk. My palms slap against it as he grinds up against me from behind, hitting the right spot with the exact pressure I need as his fingers continue to move, pumping inside me now.
“Oh, god, yes.” Little gasps and moans slip from my lips only making his movement more erratic.
He groans low as his thumb slides over the small bundle of nerves, pushing me over the edge. The darkness above me grows, and I spot actual stars as I shatter on a long moan.
“We’re going to have so much fun,” he breathes and places another kiss on my neck. “I can’t wait to see what else we can do.”
I turn and smile at him, ready to go for round two.