The moon hangs fat and white outside our window, painting silver stripes across the bed sheets, and I cannot for the life of me fall asleep.
I’ve been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours, replaying the goblin cave over and over in my head. The way Brooke moved. The way my sword felt in my hand. The wet sound of goblin flesh parting. My ankle snapping in that trap. Luna crying like someone had reached inside her chest and squeezed.
Beside me, Brooke has been tossing and turning for the last twenty minutes, her blonde hair whipping across the pillow every time she flips over. I can feel the bed shift with each frustrated roll of her body, the sheets tangling around her legs, her breathing coming in short, irritated huffs.
“Brooke,” I whisper. “You okay?”
She doesn’t answer. Just grunts and flips onto her other side again, her back pressing against me this time. Her ass, warm and firm through her thin sleep shirt, settles right against my hip.
I close my eyes, trying to think about literally anything else. The ancient artifacts in the sky. The birth control spell I still can’t cast.
It doesn’t work.
Because Brooke is moving again. Slowly. Deliberately. Her hips shifting backward in tiny, almost imperceptible circles until her ass is grinding against my cock, which has been embarrassingly hard since she first pressed against me.
I hold my breath.
She does it again. Harder this time. A slow, rolling grind that makes my cock throb against the thin fabric of my underwear. The heat of her radiates into me, and I can feel myself leaking already, a wet spot forming where I’m pressed against her.
“You up?” she whispers into the dark.
My voice comes out strangled. “Yeah.”
“I want to fuck.”
Three words. That’s all it takes to make me ravenous for her. But the rational part of my brain, the part that’s been keeping me sane these past weeks, kicks in.
“It’s a risk without the birth control spell,” I say, even as my hips push forward against her without my permission.
“You could just pull out, couldn’t you?”
She pushes back harder, her ass grinding against me with intent now, her body language making it very clear that this isn’t a suggestion she’s open to debating. The friction is maddening, her body warm and soft and perfect against my aching cock.
“Well...” I start, my resolve crumbling faster than a sandcastle in high tide How can you say no to such a goddess.
“Just make sure you don’t cum in me and it’ll be fine,” she says, her voice dropping to that husky tone that makes my brain short-circuit.
That’s all the permission I need.
I lunge for her, my hands finding her waist as I try to flip her onto her back. Brooke laughs, that throaty sound I love so much, and grabs my wrists, using her superior strength to resist. We tumble across the bed in a tangle of limbs, our mouths crashing together as we wrestle for dominance.
“Someone’s feeling cocky since they gained some more muscle,” she teases, her lips brushing against mine as she manages to pin me beneath her. Her thighs straddle my hips, her weight deliciously heavy on top of me.
I struggle against her grip, but she’s too strong, too determined. With a triumphant laugh, she pins my wrists above my head with one hand, her blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
“But we both know this is what you like, isn’t it?” she whispers, her free hand trailing down my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I can’t deny it. The feeling of her in control, her strength holding me down, sends electricity through my veins. “Yes.”
She rises up on her knees, positioning herself above me. I watch, transfixed, as she lowers herself onto my cock, taking me inch by inch. We both moan in unison, the sound filling our bedroom as she sinks down completely.
She doesn’t move. Just stays there, her inner walls clenching around me, her eyes locked with mine.
“Christopher,” she breathes, her voice filled with something that sounds almost like reverence. “You were magnificent today.”
The praise hits me harder than any physical touch. I feel my face flush with pride and something deeper, something that makes my chest ache.
“So were you,” I whisper back.
She begins to move, slow and deliberate, her hips rolling in tight circles that make my vision blur at the edges. Each time she drops down onto me, it’s like she’s trying to press us together, trying to close whatever gap has been forming between us these past weeks.
“Brooke,” I manage, my voice cracking as she grinds against me. “Can we... can we talk for a second?”
She slows her movements but doesn’t stop. “Of course.”
“Lately I’ve been feeling like there’s this... distance between us.”
Her hips still completely. She stares down at me, and even in the dim light I can see her expression shift. The playful heat in her eyes cools, replaced by something more serious.
“I know,” she says quietly. Her hands come up to cup my face, her palms warm against my cheeks. “It’s because our training got split up.”
The way she says it, so matter-of-fact, so resigned, makes my chest tighten. I reach up and cover her hands with mine, holding them against my face.
“I miss you like hell, Christopher,” she whispers, her thumbs tracing the line of my jaw. “But right now, we both have to keep focusing on getting as strong as possible. That’s the priority.”
She leans down and kisses me, soft and deep, her tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my toes curl. When she pulls back, her eyes are searching mine with an intensity that makes my stomach flip.
“You’re not falling for Luna, right?” she asks, her voice dropping to something almost vulnerable.
The question catches me so off guard that I actually laugh. “No, no. God, no.”
“I trust Morgana and Matilda,” Brooke continues, her hips starting to move again, slow and grinding. “She’s been so nice, and she’s a great teacher. But Luna...” She shudders, and it’s not from pleasure. “Luna creeps me the fuck out, Chris. The way she looks at you with those white eyes. The way she cried in that cave. Something’s not right with her.”
“She’s just a priestess. She’s been helping me with the weight training. That’s it.”
“But you lift with her every day,” Brooke says, and this time when she drops down onto me, she does it harder. My back arches off the bed, a groan tearing from my throat.
“You’re not cheating on me, right?” Brooke asks suddenly.
“Wouldn’t I have the mark if I was?”
Her eyes light up at that, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Get up.”
“Really?”
She nods, her expression serious despite the intimate position we’re in. “I trust you, Christopher. I just… I just need to be sure.”
I swallow hard, then nod. “Okay...”
We separate, and I stand beside the bed, feeling exposed as Brooke’s eyes roam over every inch of my naked body. She examines me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle, checking for any sign of the dreaded mark that would brand me as unfaithful.
“I’m sorry,” she says finally, her voice soft with genuine remorse. “I know you wouldn’t.”
I step closer to her, taking her hands in mine. “Listen, Brooke, I love you.”
“And I love you,” she whispers back, her blue eyes glistening in the moonlight.
“I know,” I say, and it’s the truest thing I’ve ever felt.
She pulls me back onto the bed, guiding me inside her with a soft sigh of pleasure. The feeling of her warmth enveloping me again makes my head spin.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips.
“Oh, you about to cum?” she teases.
“Please stop moving,” I beg, trying desperately to hold back.
She laughs, the sound rich and warm. “Afraid you’ll impregnate a hero?”
“Literally yes,” I gasp, feeling myself getting dangerously close to the edge.
Instead of stopping, she goes harder. Her hips slam down onto me with a force that makes the bed frame creak in protest. Each one sends shockwaves of pleasure up my spine, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“Just tell me when, Christopher,” she whispers, her voice strained with her own pleasure.
I can barely form words as she rides me with increasing intensity. My hands grip her thighs, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingers with each movement.
“When,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “When!”
In one fluid motion, Brooke lifts herself off me, her hand immediately wrapping around my cock. She strokes me with practiced precision, her eyes locked on mine as she brings me to the edge.
“Cum for me,” she commands, her voice husky with desire.
I explode in her hand, thick ropes of cum shooting across her abs in the moonlight. My back arches off the bed as waves of pleasure crash through me, my moans turning to whimpers as she continues to stroke me through my orgasm.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, watching me with satisfaction as I twitch and shudder beneath her touch. “That’s my man.”
When the last of my orgasm subsides, I collapse back onto the bed, my chest heaving. Brooke looks down at the mess on her stomach, a smirk playing at her lips.
“Good boy,” she says, wiping her hand on the sheets before leaning down to kiss me. Her lips are soft against mine, gentle in a way that contrasts with the intensity of what just happened.
I reach up to touch her face, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”