Page 88 of Dancing with Vipers and Shadows

“Ophelia should stick behind with Asher,” Hades suggests. “He wants to talk to her.”

“Why are you spilling my intentions out loud before I can process them, Hades?” Asher groans as he pinches his nose.

“Oh, well.” Hades doesn’t care. “We get our emblems today. Hope we’re in the same society.”

“We do?” Blair ponders.

“You want us to be together?” I’m curious about his admission of wanting us to be one unit. “Why?”

“We balance each other,” Hades announces, as if this is some sort of destiny. “Just missing one more person.” He briefly looks at Blair. “You’ll like her.”

“Me?” Blair questions and points to herself. “Sorry, Prophecy God of the Underworld, but I don’t get along with girls.”

“What about Ophelia?” Azrael points out again.

“Ophelia is different!” Blair admits.

“Why do I feel like I’m an alien of some kind,” I mumble. “You guys go ahead. You can save seats or something.”

“Alright!” Blair gives me a quick squeeze. “I’ll do my best to save you a seat. Not sure what the seating arrangement is like in N.M.U.”

She looks at Hades, as does Azrael, but he doesn’t comment on it. He’s just staring at me, which isn’t unnecessarily uncomfortable, but it is noticed.

Asher is already grabbing my hand and tugging me away.

“Don’t crush on her!” he orders Hades with a pointed finger.

I catch onto the way Hades simply smirks.

Why do I have a feeling I’m going to be the center of that man’s orbit?

* * *

“Asher.”

He growls into the crook of my neck, his fingers sinking even deeper into my tight pussy.

I can’t even comprehend the pleasure that’s pulsing through me, knowing damn well we can get caught at any moment by a professor, student, or maybe Headmaster Atlas herself.

I’ve never done something so risky in public, yet here I am, plastered against the wall in this tiny alleyway, with Asher pinning me down with one arm over my head.

His other hand is enjoying the dripping delight of my pussy with his thrusting fingers, each movement making me fight off a moan that threatens to escape my pressed lips.

“You like being the apple of everyone’s eye, don’t you?” he grunts in frustration.

Oh, yeah, my Asher is peeved at me.

“Do I always have to remind you that I claimed you first?”

“No,” I squeak, then gasp when he presses against me while he’s stroking those fingers in and out.

“Yet your pussy is squeezing my fingers so fucking tight,” he moans. “You’re loving this. Being punished in public with a chance of us getting caught.”

“I…” My climax is building, and every thrust of his long fingers brings me closer to the glorious high.

“Don’t lie to me, Ophelia.” He groans into my ear and lightly bites the top bit of it, making me shiver at the pinch of pain. “You like that I’m punishing you on the first day of classes.”

“Y-Yes.” I can’t refuse him. Not when I’m so close. “Asher… please…”

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