Chapter Nine
Nyx stared up at him as he stood in the warm water dipping dangerously around his hips. Water beaded down his sculpted chest and disappeared into the pool. His eyes glowed. The deep blue illuminated the whole room.
“You don’t get to feel sad for me,” he said. His nostrils flared with menace.
Nyx reeled back as if she had been slapped. He was mad at her because she cared? His reaction was insane.
Maybe she wasn’t understanding correctly. The painkillers she’d taken all but erased her pain, but they also fogged her brain.
“I was a solider,” he growled. “I did my job, and I did it well. You don’t get to wipe my hands of the blood. I may not be the same monster on the outside, but that doesn’t mean I’m not the same inside. So don’t feel sad for me.”
He stepped closer and leaned down to where she still sat.
“I made choices that benefited me, and don’t think I wouldn’t do the same,” he said, glaring at her. “You’re right not to trust me.”
Anger pushed through her. Nyx leapt to her feet, forcing him to take a step back from where he had been leaning over her. The water only came just below her breasts, but she didn’t care. She was too pissed to be embarrassed.
“You’re full of shit,” she shouted.
Nero frowned at her, likely not expecting she would say that.
“What—” he began.
Nyx stepped forward and jabbed a finger hard into his chest.
“You’ve had plenty of chances to sell us out for your benefit,” she snarled. “I bet the Group would reward you for your loyalty.”
“Fuck them,” he growled. The loud rumble from his growl filled the room.
She knew the idea of it angered him off, and that was just the reaction she had expected. He cared. As much as he didn’t want to, Nero cared about what happened to the hybrids he’d been living with. Not just them. He cared about her.
All this time, she’d been expecting some sort of traitorous plot from him, but he’d spent months watching them and alone. He’d tried to help Remus despite everyone, including her, giving him shit, brooding over dark choices forced on him by the damned Horatius Group.
It wasn’t fair. They could be more than what the Group said.
His eyes resembled burning blue coals, and she could feel her own eyes flash in anger.
“Why are you here?” she asked loudly. “If you really don’t give a shit, why are you still here?”
Nero started to turn, but she was faster. Before he could she was there in his face.
His growl only grew in volume.
“You’re playing with fire,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
“Why are you here?” she whispered.
For a brief moment his gaze flicked to the opening in the wall, his chance to escape.
He snarled loudly.
“You,” he said.
His mouth crashed hard against her own. He refused to hold back the passion burning between them.
Nero pushed hard into her mouth, and she moaned at the invasion, her tongue winding and swirling against his own in an erotic motion.
She gasped when his hands slid into her hair and pulled her head back, forcing his tongue deeper inside.
Nyx slid her hands around his shoulders and pulled him closer, melding them into one form.
She groaned as she moved against him, her bra preventing her from rubbing her aching breasts against his chest. Nyx pulled her arms down and let the fabric slid off. She flicked the wet garment to the side, not really caring where it landed as long as she could press against him.
Her soft skin pressed against his hardened muscles. Rising to her toes, she let her aching peaks slide against the wet skin. His chest rumbled against her, only making her nipples harder.
Nyx groaned as his hips pushed forward. His hard length pressed against her stomach, and she pulsed deep in her center.
Although she’d never been with a man, the warmth spreading in her was familiar, the delicious throb from deep inside that always seemed to ache for more no matter how many times she made herself come.
She let her hands trail down his chest, running her nails lightly over the dips she found there. A deep scar lay puckered just below a rib, and she traced the line.
Nero pulled back and stared down at her. She could tell he wanted to tell her to stop, but she kept moving lower and lower until she brushed his long, thick member with the side of her hand.
He sucked in a deep breath, his blue-black eyes steady on her. Not wanting to wait, she slipped both hands around his length and pumped him.
A long, ragged breath followed, and for a brief moment, she worried that maybe she’d hurt him.
“Nyx,” he groaned.
A smile played on her lips as she continued moving her hands over him. Up and down she moved over his hard cock, letting her hands slide over the slick head and then back down to the base again.
His eyes closed as he tilted his head back.
Knowing she could make him feel good with her hands satisfied her in a way she’d never expected.
After a moment she pulled one hand away and rubbed her throbbing clit through her soaked panties. Seeing him this way excited her. It fed a burning need in her.
Nyx gasped loudly as she was suddenly empty handed and being spun around. With ease Nero moved in behind her, coaxing her to kneel near the spot they had just been sitting. This spot was slightly higher as she climbed up.
She turned to face him but stopped when he moved behind her again, his hands firmly on her hips.
As if it were nothing, Nero tore through her panties on the side.
“Hey,” she said. She sat up and turned to frown at him. “Those were my favorite.”
The wet scrap of lace slapped loudly as it hit the nearby wall.
“I hate them,” Nero mumbled, his hands already snaking around her body to her aching breasts.
She watched as he cupped her, the hard peaks pressing firmly into the center of his hand.
He gave a gentle squeeze, and she shifted her hips against him. His head bumped her clit, sending zings of electricity through her body.
Nyx shifted again, slipping him between her legs and wedging him tightly against her wet center.
Nero rolled her nipples in his palm and leaned forward.
“I want to be in you,” he grunted.
Nyx smiled.
“You will.”
She moved her hips again and pressed her legs closer together, trapping him there.
Slowly she slipped along his length, fucking him through her legs.
His breathing picked up with every stroke.
Nero pinched her nipples in his fingers, rolling them before pinching them slightly harder.
The sting from his breast play excited her. She moved faster over his hard length. The ache in her center grew, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came.
“Nyx,” Nero panted. She could hear the need. His own release was not far away.
Nyx opened her legs and pressed back against him. He moved. His head pressed at her opening. She quivered at the thought of being filled by him.
“Sit here,” she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Nero moved silently to where she’d just knelt. His thick cock stood tall.
Nyx swallowed. She’d known he was large, but somehow it hadn’t seemed quite that big before.
Her center throbbed as she wrestled with just how he would fit.
Nero spoke after a moment.
“You can go slowly,” he said quietly. “I won’t push.”
Nyx stared at him. His face held nothing but concern for her reservations. She climbed onto the rock shelf and positioned herself over him. Her center pressed against the head of his cock.
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his, catching him off-guard for a moment. His arms wrapped around her back, and she sighed.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto him. Nero’s arms tightened around her in surprise. When she was fully seated over his, Nyx pulled back to stare down.
Muscles along his neck and chest strained to maintain his position.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Nyx shifted over him.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
She shifted again and grinned when his hands gripped her hips. She followed by sliding slowly up and down.
“Nyx,” he groaned.
She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
“I feel full,” she whispered. “Very full.”
He groaned. His cock swelled at her words.
“Is it tight?” she asked.
His fingers dug into her hips.
“Fuck,” he grunted again. “Yes. So fucking tight.”
She continued the delicious up and down movement, her mouth just above his she pressed him deep inside each time.
“You are killing me,” he said, his breath raspy and hard.
Nyx pressed herself flush against him and buried her head against the crook of his neck.
“Then maybe you should start fucking me,” she whispered.
Nero shifted. His hands remained firmly on her hips.
With ease he lifted her up and pressed her down. He pushed into her and slid out, much faster than she’d been going, but still allowing her enough time to change her mind. After several more thrusts, the building pressure summoned a moan from her lips.
“More,” she said.
Her insides quivered.
As if he’d just been waiting for the go ahead, Nero pressed her down hard on top of him. Nyx moaned loudly.
Over and over they slapped into one another, each time faster and harder. The sounds of their wet skin slapping against one another echoed through the cave.
Nyx pressed her mouth to his neck and kissed the skin there. The soft smell of woods still clung to his skin.
She could feel the burn building inside. Her insides shook with each thrust.
“So close,” he said.
Nyx nodded. “Me too,” she whispered against his skin.
Nero slammed faster into her aching pussy.
In one final push, he came hard into her as her muscles shook from their release, a faint ache in her middle reminding her of her injury, but the glorious waves of pleasure making her not care.
Nyx lay in his arms, the warmth of the cave, the effects of her pills from earlier, residual pleasure and exhaustion overwhelming her. She let sleep take her.