Chapter 12

Octane

I hope that she pushes me away. That she slaps me for even suggesting such a thing. At the same time, I can scent her sweet pussy. I can smell how wet she is getting just hearing me talk about fucking her.

She wants me just as much as I want her.

"A truce," she says, her voice husky.

"Yes," I growl.

"We fuck once. We get this," she waves her hand between us, "out of our systems and move on as enemies once more. Is that what you're suggesting?"

"Yes. It's a terrible idea. You should turn me down. I mean that." It's true, I do, but I'm hoping even more that she agrees. I don't think I've ever wanted to be inside someone more. It's probably that age-old dilemma of wanting something I can't have. Make no mistake, Trinity is out of bounds.

"I hate that I'm attracted to you. I hate it so badly. I don't want this. I don't want your hands on me…or you inside me."

"Okay, then." I take a step back, disappointment hitting me harder than I ever anticipated. It is for the best.

"I hate the idea, but I can't think of a better one. Here's the deal: it happens once. Right here and now, and then we're done. We forget about it, and we move on. It's not going to mean I have any kind of feelings for you. Don't think it'll make me talk because it won't. I'll hate you while you're inside me, and I'll hate you even more when we're done."

"I'm counting on it." I drop down on my knees before her. I put my hands on her hips.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to lick you out."

"No. No kissing or fooling around. Just fuck me and get it over with."

I grin up at her. I watch her pupils blow up. She wants me badly. I fucking love how turned on she is. I love that she's still pissy with me despite her attraction to me. Still trying to get the upper hand.

"I haven't been with a female for a long time, Red. I can't guarantee how long I'll last once I'm in your wet pussy. In fact, I know it won't be long. Not long at all. I need to make you come first. Then I'll give my all to try for a second orgasm. No promises. If you think it's going to be a quick fuck, you're wrong. I want you to hate me once we're done because you can't forget how good it felt to have me inside you…how amazing it felt to come on your enemy's cock. I want you to miss me and to miss this." I palm my dick.

"That's doubtful at best, Draiger, especially since you just told me you won't last. You don't have to worry about me." She laughs. It's husky and so fucking sexy. "I won't last, either. I told you that since becoming pregnant, it doesn't take much."

"You've been touching yourself, little Red?"

"What do you think?" she says. "I'd go insane otherwise."

"If you can come so easily, then twice should be easy for you. Be a good little Red and open your legs for me. Let me fuck you with my mouth before I fuck you good and proper. I told you I wanted to taste you, and I meant it."

For a moment, I think she's going to refuse. That she'll make me beg, and I'm not too proud to do it, either. I'm salivating for her. Then she does as I ask, and her beautiful blushing folds open up to me as she parts her lush thighs.

I almost groan at the sight of her dripping pussy.

I inhale deeply, making a soft growling noise. It's need. "That's it," I tell her as I lean in. "You smell so fucking sweet." I lick her, starting at her opening and ending on her little nub.

One little lick and my balls pull tight.

Trinity leans her ass up against the wall behind her and opens wider, making this choked noise that almost has me coming.

She puts one hand on the top of my head. "Make me come, Draiger."

"Oh, I intend to." I lick and suck at her sweet pussy. I relish the taste of her, like honey mixed with salty musk. I hold her thighs apart and look up at her while I go to town. Her head is thrown back. Her lips are parted. She's sucking in air like she's dying. Every inch of her is ripe and lush. So damned sexy.

I push a finger inside her. Fuck but she's tight. Tighter than I expected but so damned wet that I know we'll be fine. She'll take me…all of me. For a moment, I'm tempted to turn her around and to slam into her heat, but I don't. This has to be about her first.

Trinity is groaning with every thrust of my finger. Every lick and suck of my mouth. Her hips undulating to meet my tongue. Her moans fill the space, so I keep licking and fingering her, wanting to feel her come apart under my touch.

I add a second finger, sucking on her clit, and she lets out a soft moan. Her eyes widen, and her body jerks against me. Her pussy spasms around my fingers. Her back arches and she lets out a loud, uninhibited cry, shuddering against me.

I hold her there. I keep going until she finally slumps back, breathing like she just ran a marathon. Her chest heaves. I want to fuck her tits, her mouth, her ass. I want to cover her in my seed. I want to dominate and bite… To put her on her knees and make her beg for me.

It scares me a little.

This isn't like me. Not at all. It's been too long. That's all this is.

I stand, towering over her. Then I turn her around so that her front is against the limestone wall of the caves. She splays her hands on the rock.

I use my knee to nudge her legs open.

"You ready for my cock, little Red?"

Trinity

I should say no. The word is on the tip of my tongue. I had my pleasure. I should tell him I'm done. I know he would stop. He wouldn't even try to talk me out of it.

Apparently, I'm weak because I can't do it.

I can't!

I want him inside me. I need it. I want to be filled up…all the way up to the brim. I want him to take his pleasure from me. So far, he's given me two glorious orgasms. I want him to unravel and lose control, and I want to be the reason he does.

"Are you ready to be fucked?" he whispers, giving me gooseflesh all over my body.

My breath hitches, and my eyes widen. I want to arch against him like a cat in heat. I want to moan at the thought of his big hands on me.

"Yes," I whisper back. My clit is tingling, begging to be touched all over again.

He splays his hand on the skin just above my pussy and pulls me back a bit so that my ass is a little in the air.

"So wet for me," Octane says as he slides his finger between my folds, finding my clit, which he rubs.

My mouth drops open, and I gasp. It feels good…so good. I have to work to keep from moving. From rocking back. From begging. Then he is between my legs, and I feel his cock against me. He keeps toying with my clit, making me whimper.

"Draiger, please." My voice sounds choked and so needy. Right now, I don't care. I want him. I feel wet drip down my inner thighs. My nipples are so tight they almost hurt.

He groans, deep and guttural, in response to my plea, and then he aligns himself with me. I feel his head teasing my entrance, and I whimper again, wanting him inside me so much it scares me a little.

My eyes flutter shut, completely lost in the sensation. Then he pushes in, and I cry out at the sudden fullness.

"You like that, Red?"

"Yes."

He slowly begins to thrust in and out, his movements deep and measured. I can feel every inch of his cock filling me up, and I close my eyes, savoring the feeling. My walls tighten around him, wanting more.

"You feel so fucking good," he hisses as he picks up the pace.

One hand is squeezing my hip while the other is still between my legs; his finger is pressed against my clit.

"You take me so good…all of me," he says as he bottoms out, his balls slapping against me.

I'm moaning and mewling with every stroke. I'm making so much noise, but I can't help it. I can't stop. Just like I can't stop my hips from rocking back to meet him.

I'm getting close. My skin is starting to feel tight. My body feels wound up. Just when I think I'm going to come, he stops moving, keeping himself buried inside.

I groan in frustration.

"Easy. Easy," he croons.

He cups both my breasts, gently squeezing them. Then he's toying with my nipples, being very gentle. When he gives a soft pinch, I moan, my pussy tightening around him. I'm panting. I've never wanted to come so badly.

When he moves, I cry out with relief. His strokes are slow and easy. In and out. He keeps playing with my breasts. I feel every tweak between my legs. It's like he's lit a fire inside me. More wetness trickles down my legs.

"Please, Octane! Oh…please!"

"Do you need to come?"

"Yes…oh…" I groan.

He's softly rolling my nipples and then cupping my breasts. Still moving in and out in gentle strokes that have me vibrating.

"Come for me, little Red," he groans as he grinds into me. Any semblance of control is now gone. I'm grateful he isn't careful with me. He plows inside, his finger finding and rubbing on my clit. It's like sensory overload. I come in a rush that has my back bowing, and a deep guttural groan is pulled from me as my pussy spasms around him.

Octane makes this little noise. Then he grunts and says my name ever so softly, his hand tightening on my hip. He holds me in place while we orgasm together.

I feel his hot cum hitting my walls in spurts. My eyes are wide. My mouth has dropped open. My breasts are jerking hard with every hard thrust. I'm panting and groaning.

He keeps going until every last bit of pleasure is wrung from me. Until he has to hold me up. Until I am vibrating all over again, but for a different reason.

I'm spent.

My system is flooding with feel-good hormones.

He's still moving slowly inside me. Still hard.

I want more. I want to do that again.

No!

No way!

What the hell is wrong with me? I should never have done this in the first place. Octane is holding me against my will. He's my captor. My enemy. He means my people harm. He hates us. He's made that clear. Ultimately, he is a Draiger. An oppressor of my kind.

He hooks an arm around me, pressing himself to my back as he keeps rocking, making these tiny little noises of satisfaction. He nestles his face into the crook of my neck. Into my hair and inhales.

It feels intimate. It feels…good.

No!

I elbow him. "Off me, Draiger!"

Octane pulls out, and warmth gushes from me. It's his seed. I instantly feel empty and bereft. Apparently, I'm an idiot.

"Let's wash up and get going," I tell him, still breathing heavily.

"Yep…you're right." He pulls in a breath. "That was—"

"Save it! I don't want to know. I don't care." I turn, looking into his eyes. I falter for a second but manage to pull myself together. "You should know that I do hate you more. I'm glad we scratched that itch, but it's over now. Let's move on, shall we?" I don't want him getting any crazy ideas. Thinking that I've grown soft. That I actually like him or trust him. I don't!

For a moment, I think I catch something in his eyes. Like maybe he's a little hurt. Then it's gone, and he nods. "Yes…let's do that, Red."

I instantly feel bad for telling him I hate him.

It isn't true. I don't hate Octane. I want to hate him, but I can't. Despite his gruff exterior and all his bravado, he is a good male. The problem is that I might like him too much. Especially after that, after such great sex with him. My fear is that he is exactly the type of guy I could fall for. I can't fall for the enemy. I won't!