Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“Laughing gives away your location,” I chide her over it anyway.
She gives me a little shrug, her body turned toward the opening of the slide. “Maybe I wanted you to know exactly where I was…”
I read the intention in her eyes a second too late, reaching for her as she ducks into the tunneled slide.
A low growl rumbles from my chest as I hurry in after her, but she’s used the water gushing down the slide to propel her movement, and done the opposite for me, slowing it down to a snail’s pace. It takes me a second to catch on before I take control of the water myself and soar through the opening at the end of the slide.
I fully expect to grab onto her, but she’s not in the pool I crash into. I glance around the area, my adrenaline spiking from the hunt she’s put me on—
I’m hauled off my feet, the water around me swirling too fast for me to stop. I’m propelled into the air, the stream of water carrying me up and up before jerking me back down, stopping me just before I crash into the pool again. The water lets go gently enough, but my heart is a jackhammer in my chest.
My girl is strong.
“Good,” I say, even though I can’t see her. “Where are you hiding?”
I close my eyes and focus on the faint connection between us, homing in on her as best I possibly can. My eyes snap open when I figure it out, and I can almost feel her eyes hitting the back of my neck.
I don’t spin around. I don’t want to give it away. Instead, I swirl my fingers in the water, taking control of it, and give her a taste of her own medicine.
A surprised gasp is music to my ears and I’m smiling as I direct the water to bring her before me.
“Got you,” I say, victory ringing from every inch of me as I watch her struggle against the water bonds I’ve created—two constant streams around her wrists and two around her ankles. The water keeps her hovering just above the surface of the pool where I stand, hip deep.
She tugs against the bonds, her chest heaving. “I got you first, though,” she argues. “That means I win.”
I shake my head, flame licking every inch of my body at the sight of her before me. She’s stunning, her black hair soaked and laying in wet strands atop her bare shoulders, the dark fabric of her suit barely containing her supple breasts.
Mine.
“I win,” I say, my voice rough. “I have you now.” I step closer, the motion brings us eye to eye with how high I have the water holding her up. “You’re mine and I can do whatever I want to you.”
Her lips part, a little gasp shuddering from them. “Dagon,” she says, breathless as I rake my eyes over her. “Does this mean training is over?”
“For now,” I answer, drinking her in. I can’t decide which parts of her I want to play with first. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go.”
Annika’s eyes flare wide, pleasure and anticipation flood down the bond between us. I drink it in, relishing how excited she is from the thought of being totally at my mercy. I graze my lips over hers, just a fraction of a touch, before dragging my finger down her suit, pulling it just enough that one of her perfect breasts spills out.
I immediately dip down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, hard enough to make it pert and rosy for me. Annika sighs, moving within her bonds in an attempt to get closer to me. I grin, moving from one breast to the other until she’s whimpering.
My cock aches beneath my shorts, the cold water of the pool doing nothing to stop the heat pulsing between us. I want to sink into her until she’s limp and sated, but this is too much fun.
I step back, surveying her full breasts on display for me, and grin as her lust-hooded eyes watch me.
“Dagon,” she pleads, her arms and legs spread before me. “Please.”
Fuck me. I’m so helpless to that word on her tongue.
I smirk, flicking my fingers.
A surprised moan rips from her lips, her head lolling back just slightly as I swirl water between her thighs.
“Yes,” she sighs. “Dagon. God.”
My grin deepens and I do my best to hold onto my control of the water, directing it between her thighs, over her clit in pulsing circles that make her breath hitch.
Another moan slips past her lips. “Just like that,” she says. “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping or changing the flow of water, not when she’s flushed and heady for me. Fuck, she’s amazing.
Her eyes meet mine, determination and lust-hazed all over them—