We parted ways around ten, Vivienne kissing at the door with a promise to text soon. The evening had been uncomplicated, refreshing even – a brief respite from the chaos of everything else.
I went back to the safehouse, my mind already shifting to tomorrow's concerns. The Covenant eting was two days away. I still needed to prepare, to practice masking my power signature, to rehearse what I'd say to Catherine Morse.
The safehouse was quiet when I arrived. Most of the team was either out or already in their rooms. I headed upstairs, intending to review Marcus's intel one more ti before bed.
But as I passed Sarah's room, I paused.
Her door was slightly ajar, light spilling into the hallway.
I should have kept walking.
Instead, I knocked softly.
"Co in," her voice called.
I pushed the door open and imdiately understood why she'd left it ajar.
Sarah stood near her bed, and the sight of her made my breath catch.
She wore a skirt – short, tight, riding high on her toned thighs. Her shirt was fitted, pressing against her breasts in a way that left very little to the imagination. No bra underneath, her nipples visible through the thin fabric.
She'd dressed for this. Planned it.
"Took you long enough," she said, a slight smile playing at her lips.
"I was at dinner – "
"I know. I've been waiting."
She moved toward with that predatory grace she had. When she reached , her hands went to my chest, pushing firmly.
I let her guide backward until my legs hit the bed. Sat down without protest.
Sarah knelt between my legs, her hands sliding up my thighs.
"Sarah, we should – "
"Don't," she cut off, her fingers working my belt. "Don't talk."
She freed my length with practiced efficiency, and I was already half-hard just from the sight of her. Her hand wrapped around , stroking slowly, watching grow fully erect under her touch.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she murmured. "About how you tasted. How you felt in my mouth at that club."
Then she leaned forward and took between her lips.
The sensation was imdiate and intense.
Her mouth was warm, wet, and she knew exactly what she was doing. No hesitation, no uncertainty – just confident, skilled attention that made my hands grip the sheets.
"Fuck," I breathed.
She humd around in response, the vibration traveling up my shaft. Her tongue worked along the underside while her hand pumped what didn't fit in her mouth, creating a perfect rhythm that had my hips shifting involuntarily.
She pulled off long enough to look up at , her lips swollen. "Don't hold back. I want to feel you lose control."
Then she took deep – so deep I felt myself hit the back of her throat – and my vision went white for a second.
My phone rang.
The sound cut through the haze of pleasure, loud and insistent from my pocket.
Sarah didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. She just looked up at with those challenging eyes, silently daring to answer it.
I fumbled for the phone, aning to silence it.
Unknown number.
I should have let it go to voicemail. But sothing made answer.
"Hello?" My voice ca out rougher than intended.
"Cain. It's Selene."
I nearly dropped the phone.
Sarah didn't react as she couldn't hear the caller, she just kept going – her mouth working my cock with deliberate slowness now, as if savoring the situation.
"Hi," I managed, trying to keep my breathing even. "I thought you needed a few days."
"I know what I said." Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable. "I'd like to see you tomorrow. If you're available."
Sarah's tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and I had to bite back a groan.
"Tomorrow could work," I said, sohow maintaining a conversational tone. "What ti?"
"Evening. Co to the Velvet Room around eight."
Sarah took deep again, her throat working around , and I felt my control slipping.
"Eight works," I ground out. "I'll be there."
"Are you alright? You sound... strained."
"Fine. Just – " Sarah's hand cupped my balls, squeezing gently " – just finishing up so work."
"At this hour?" Selene's tone shifted. "What kind of work requires such... intense focus?"
"The kind that requires concentration," I said. "But I'm looking forward to tomorrow."
Sarah chose that mont to take impossibly deep, her nose pressed against my pelvis, swallowing around .
I couldn't stop the sharp intake of breath.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Selene asked, concern creeping into her voice.
"Positive. Tomorrow. Eight PM. I'll be there." I was barely holding on now. "I should go – need to finish this."
"Of course."
She hung up, and I dropped the phone onto the bed.
"That was close," Sarah said, pulling off my cock with a wet pop. "You almost ca while talking on the phone."
"You're evil."
"I know." She stood, reaching behind herself to unzip her skirt. "Now let's finish what we started."
She let the skirt fall, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Then she pulled her shirt over her head, and I took in the full view of her body.
Sarah was incredible. Breasts that were perfect handfuls, nipples already hard. Flat stomach leading to flared hips and thick thighs. Every inch of her was functional strength wrapped in dangerous beauty.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling facing away – reverse cowgirl position.
She sank down slowly, and I groaned as I felt her tight heat envelop inch by inch.
The view was spectacular – her ass in perfect display, my cock sliding into her pussy from behind.
When she was fully seated, she paused. "Fuck, you're so deep like this."
"Move," I told her, my hands gripping her hips.
She began to move, slow at first, finding her rhythm. Her ass bounced with each motion, hypnotic and perfect. I watched myself slide in and out of her, the visual almost as intense as the physical sensation.
"Harder," I said, guiding her hips. "Fuck yourself on ."
She increased her pace, riding with abandon now. Her moans filled the room, and I was grateful for the soundproofing Elena had installed in all the bedrooms after complaints about Viktor's snoring.
No one would hear us. No one would know.
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