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They fell into the room groping and kissing. She unfastened her toga as they stumbled down the steps towards the bed. The top part of the dress slipped to her waist. Eli sat on the edge of the bed and watched her undress. She went slowly and enjoyed having his eyes on her. When she went to remove the laurel wreath from her hair he spoke. “Don’t. Leave it on, the sandals too. It will be like making love to my own goddess.”
She smiled at him and walked over and straddled his lap. He leaned back on the bed, bracing his outstretched arms behind him on the bed. For a moment they both just looked at each other. Then a wicked smile took over her face and he grinned back at her. She swiped her tongue across his lips and continued to tease him several times before she finally sunk her teeth into his bottom lip. When the bite elicited a grunt from him, she couldn’t wipe the pleased look off of her face. Once she released his lip she sucked it into her mouth to soothe the sting. He wrapped an arm around her and in a swift movement reversed their positions so she now lay beneath him. It was clear he’d had enough of her torment.
His fingers tweaked one of her pebbled nipples while he kissed her roughly. Something in tonight’s festivities had brought out the animal in both of them. The only word she could use to describe the mood was primal.
Eli backed away to remove his clothes and put on a condom. He left her spread eagle on the bed. This time there was no sexy striptease. Later she would wonder if he used magic to get out of his clothes he removed them so quickly, then he was on her again. His thick, throbbing member pressed into her belly. It felt like he scalded her with his need to be inside of her. His mouth descended on hers in a feral kiss and she scratched her nails down his back in response.
“Ahhh.” His sigh of enjoyment over her clawing his flesh spurred her on. Her teeth sank into his shoulder. The sharp, little bite made him grunt again in pleasure. She smiled against his skin. In a quick maneuver, he flipped her onto her stomach and his body pressed her into the mattress. Her sensitive nipples ached from rubbing against the sheet. His cock rested between the valley of her ass cheeks and he stroked back and forth. Both of them enjoyed the friction and the promise of things yet to come.
She was so wet, she was sure there was a wet spot on the sheets beneath her. A low growl left his throat and then he nipped her neck causing her to cry out.
“I’m gonna take you rough baby. I hope you’re ready for me.” His voice was husky and gravelly. It was the only warning he gave before he plunged his throbbing member into her balls deep, in one swift motion. He gave a savage roar at being impaled inside her honeyed walls. She clutched the sheets sure she was going to tear a hole in them, as his cock scythed in and out of her. His hands gripped her hips, near to the point of bruising and he pounded into her over and over.
“Fuck!” he bellowed.
It bordered on pleasure and pain, with pleasure winning out with each drugging stroke. “More.” She pleaded, hoping his answering response would be to continue to punish her with his dick.
He gave her exactly what she wanted. It felt so good and soon she felt herself hurtling towards her climax. She could tell he was close too. If she could have prolonged it she would have. Before that thought could complete itself, she exploded around his cock. Her walls spasmed and milked his cock, sending him over the edge. A long satisfied groan dropped from his lips as he released into the condom. His forehead rested against her back for a few seconds while he collected himself. Then he pushed from her body to discard the condom.
She panted against the pillow, her ass still up in the air, when she heard the rip of a second condom wrapper. Suddenly, she was hoisted up in his arms. “I’m not done with you, baby.” He walked towards the giant bathroom that had a bathing pool in the center. “I’ve been wanting to take you in this pool since I saw it earlier.” He readjusted her so her legs hugged his waist. His hands gripped her ass and he walked down the steps that led into the water. The temperature was just right.
Their mouths fused together in a searing kiss. Soon they were waist deep in the water. He carried her over to the side and pressed her against the wall. They spent the next couple hours christening the bathing pool.
The soggy sandals and laurel wreath were discarded on the floor on the way back to the bed after their wet sexcapades. Damp bed sheets clung to her skin. Her wet curls lay across the pillow. Every part of her was exhausted and sated. It was some of the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had in her life. Plus, Eli had been an animal. She smiled to herself, reliving the events in the bed and in the bathing pool.
Although, she’d thoroughly enjoyed herself, she felt like she’d had an out of body experience, like she was coming down off some high. Why did she feel like that? She didn’t remember taking anything.
Does he feel like that too?
Eli lay on his stomach with his eyes closed. The question she was going to ask flew out of her head when her eyes landed on his naked ass, which was displayed gloriously. Even though they’d just been at it for hours she felt something stir in her nether region. She propped herself up on her side and leaned on her elbow while she admired his body. He must have sensed her watching him. “You like what you see?” He mumbled into the pillow he cradled.
“MmmHmm.” She licked her lips.
He opened his eyes and smirked.
“For a white boy, you have a gorgeous ass.”
He looked over his shoulder at his naked rear end and then back at her. “I’m glad you like it, baby, but I think you have a better ass.” He leaned up and kissed her. She was hoping it was about to turn into round three, but Eli pulled away and turned serious. If he had been affected by anything at the party it had sense worn off.
“Something Ulrik said tonight has me a little on edge, so I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay.” A little knot of fear curled inside her stomach.
“Don’t say anything about being half-fae right now. In my talk with Ulrik, he mentioned some anti-hybrid talk that was going around. I just want to be safe.”
She nodded. She could see he was worried. Another time, she might have pushed back, but this wasn’t a joke. If he feared for her safety, that someone would harm her if they found out she was part fae, she was going to take it seriously.
He got up from the bed and rummaged in his bag. The smile returned to her face as she was treated to a full view of his sexy body. She sat up trying to see what he was doing.
What is he searching for?
When he came back to the bed, he placed her dagger in her hands. Her mouth fell open in surprise. She thought it was lost forever after that day.
“You found it?” She looked up at him.
He scooted closer to her. “Yeah... shortly before we left the campsite that day. I said I would give it back to you when you recovered. I’d almost forgotten about it. I found it in my bag while you were sleeping this afternoon.” His eyes were so earnest. She knew talking about that still made him upset.
“Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed him.
“Promise me when you’re out and about you’ll have it with you.”
“I promise.” She made sure he heard the sincerity in her response.
“We should probably get some sleep. We have training tomorrow.” He got up to turn down the covers.
“What?” Her eyebrows arched in shock. “Seriously?”
“Yes, just because we’re in Greece doesn’t mean training stops.”
“You’re such a slave driver.”
“I am not.” He chuckled. It’s my job...”
“Yes, Terminator. I know.” She mocked him.
It was one of the first times she’d seen Eli give a full belly laugh. His laughter tickled her so much before she knew it they both lay on the bed giggling like children. He pulled her close as their mirth subsided. “We can sleep in, but we still have to train tomorrow.”
She smiled into the crook of his neck. “Okay.”
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THWACK! HER STAFF STRUCK Mathilda’s staff and then she backed off. Sweat was dripping into her eye. She swiped it away. It was hot and they’d been sparring for over an hour. All she wanted to do was jump into the pool. Part of her still felt like she was nursing a hangover.
When she woke up this morning, Eli hadn’t been next to her. When she saw him at breakfast he said he’d had to talk to Hadrian and Lysander about when they would be able to head to the Temple of Apollo. He also filled them in on what Ulrik shared with him last night. She’d been glad to have a name to put to the face of the mystery woman from her dream and the battlefield. Katana.
After last night, she had to remember they had a purpose here. She’d read some of her mother’s letters this morning to remind her of the importance of finding that book.
A sharp pain coursed down her arm after Mathilda landed a blow because she lost focus.
Get your head back in this or you’re going to end up battered and bruised.
She charged at Mathilda and their staffs clashed once more.
“Come on. You had fun last night, but now it’s time to get serious.” Eli’s voice called out to them.
“If I recall, I wasn’t the only one who had fun last night.” She gave him a knowing look as she remembered how many different ways they’d enjoyed each other’s bodies last night.
Eli cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to appear authoritative. Max and Phaedra smirked at him.
She was feeling victorious over having the last word when her feet were knocked out from under her and she saw nothing but sky before her back hit the ground with a thud. A low groan left her mouth while she lay there and recovered.
Thirty seconds later, Eli was standing over her with his hands on his knees. He wasn’t even trying to hide his grin.
“Looks like you could use a little help.” He reached out his hand to help her up and she swatted it away and sat up.
She had to pay attention with Mathilda. If you took your eyes off that girl for a second you were a goner. Slowly, she rose to her feet.
“Max and Phaedra, why don’t you guys go a round.” He tossed Willow’s staff to Phaedra.
“Wait... but, I’m not...” Willow winced.
“Yes, you are. It’s time for a break.” She tried to slap him away again, but he wouldn’t let her push him away. Once she relented, he helped her over to a lounge chair. “You okay?” He crouched in front of her with her hands in his. She could feel the calluses on his palms from where he handled the staff frequently.
She looked into his eyes. “I’m okay.” It was stupid and petty to be upset with him because Mathilda bested her as usual. “What did they say when you talked to them this morning?”
“Hadrian reminded me that the Pythian Games were going on for the next four days and that you were expected to be Mistress of Ceremonies.”
She sighed. “I completely forgot about that. My brain is a little foggy after last night.”
“We’ll be able to begin our search the day after the games are completed.” She could tell he was slightly irritated over having to wait that long, but he gave her a smile anyway. She leaned down and hugged him. If she was honest, she was anxious herself. Five days might not feel like torture if she had the Pythian Games to occupy her. Then they would be one more step towards finding the book. It put her mind at ease. Everyday she wanted it to be the end of this thing between her and Killian. It wouldn’t fully be over until one of them was dead. Preferably him.
He pulled away. “Why don’t we go into town? Have a look around.”
“I thought you said we had to train?” She eyed him suspiciously.
“I know what I said, but just for a few hours we’ll take a break. Then you and I can come back and meditate, work on Oracle training since Mathilda just beat the shit out of you.” He chuckled.
“You asshole.” She giggled while she smacked him on his arms. He defended himself against her attack.
“Hey guys. Let’s head into town.” He called out to the rest of the group.
Willow was so thankful she didn’t have to spar the rest of the day.