Secret Pleasure

Gale shivers and quietly moans in front of me, driving me fucking wild. Never did I think touching a woman would feel so damn good, but she was like a fucking drug and I could see myself getting addicted.

"Please, stop." Gale gasps, her body tensing as an orgasm overtakes her.

Her delicious scent drifts up to my nose, and I pull my hand free, wanting to taste her juices.

Free of my torture, she collapses to the ground while I lick my fingers clean.

Neither of us speaks as the final remnants of the day disappear and the moon begins to rise.

"Bastard." Gale's soft voice murmurs, breaking the silence.

"What was that?" I growl, unsure of whether I heard her right.

"I said," she hisses, finally getting to her feet. "BASTARD!"

Her silver eyes flash in anger as they lock onto mine.

"You enjoyed it." I smirk. "Don't pretend you didn't."

I am so damn in tune with her emotions that it actually shakes me. However, I won't ever let her know. Otherwise, I fear that things could tip past the point of no return.

"Don't ever touch me again." She warns, puffing up like an angry kitten. "If you want to fuck around with someone, go find your precious Talia."

A shock of anger rolls through me at her words. Who the hell is she to push me towards another woman?

'Claim her!' Fray growls.

'No!'

There was no way I would ever mark her. That right was reserved for Talia since long ago.

'She means nothing to us.' Fray snaps, sending waves of annoyance through me. 'Forget her.'

Forget her? I had to bite back the laugh that wanted to escape. Doing that would be considered treason. Neither I nor Gale would be safe then.

'Weak.'

Rolling my eyes, I ignore Fray's final jab and turn my attention back to Gale.

Though she is trying to seem angry due to my actions, her cheeks are still flushed with desire and her delicious aroma is wafting around us.

"You are never to say that again." I rumble, trying to remain calm.

"Or?" She challenges. "You going to try to molest me again?"

I let a warning growl escape me as she continued to stand her ground.

"I never have to force any woman, sweetheart." I begin, slamming my hand against the wall behind her, pinning her in place so our bodies are almost touching. "You are no exception."

"Bullshit."

To prove my point, I push myself against her, causing a shiver of pleasure to rush through her body.

"Wanna try again?" I laugh, trying to ignore my erection that is pushing painfully against my pants.

"Get away from me." She snaps, placing both hands on my chest and giving a useless shove. "Damn your overly large body." She continues when I don't budge.

I can't stop the laugh that escapes me from the look of irritation and frustration that crosses her face.

"Come on, best in class." I urge. "Make me move."

Amusement rushed through me as she simply glared at me. I had to admit, I was enjoying picking on her.

"Do you have split personalities?" She huffs, dropping her hands.

"Hm, maybe?" 

Stepping back, I continued to laugh. It was time to get serious, even if picking on the tiny woman in front of me was more fun than I thought.

"About time." She huffs, straightening out her clothes that I mussed up. "How long is this shift?"

"Wanting to get away from me that badly?" I ask, feeling an odd pang of pain in my chest.

"How could I ever?"

"Til midnight. After that, the next team will come."

"Okay."

I watch as she begins to look into the darkness ahead, turning from a normal woman, to a proper guard.

Letting out a sigh, I do the same as disappointment flares. 

The rest of our shift goes peacefully, and when the next guards show, I follow Gale back to the barracks, all the while keeping my gaze fixed on her ass. Damn, it really is nice and I can't help but want to smack it and find out if it is as soft as it looks.

"See you tomorrow!" She calls once we arrive, shooting me an amused look as if she was aware of my thoughts.

I simply nod and watch her disappear inside the large brick building, only catching a brief glimpse of the bastard that is always buzzing around her. 

She gives him a genuine smile as they begin to walk away, and I have to control the urge to storm in there and rip him limb from limb.

Turning, I force myself to leave while promising to punish her tomorrow for disregarding my words.

[Gale's POV]

I don't dare look behind me as Griffin begins to walk me towards the showers. After my day, I feel gross and need to get the scent of that bastard, Chance, off of me.

Though I feel Griffin is sensing something, he isn't asking, and I can't help but appreciate that he isn't. I am still having trouble wrapping my head around what happened earlier. What was his reasoning? Why would he even think of doing it? And why was I disappointed that it didn't go further?

"We're here." I announce once we arrive at the open baths, which are empty at the moment. "You can head back now."

Instead of responding, Griffin just stares me down with a strange look in his eyes.

"What is it?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. Something about the look he is giving me makes me nervous, and I find myself hoping that whatever is to come doesn't go further.

"Can I ask you something?" He finally says, seeming to decide on something. 

"Depends." I respond slowly. "What would the outcome be if you asked?"

"I suppose you will be the one to decide." Griffin gives me a sheepish smile as he responds, and I can't help but feel my heart tug slightly with pity.

"How about we don't continue with this."

I know that what I'm saying is cruel, but whatever I were to say later because of his question would be crueler. For now, I enjoy the way things are I don't want them to change. Especially given the odd relationship that is slowly beginning to build between me and Chance.

"Is that your way of rejecting me?" Griffin asks, hurt flashing in his eyes.

"Please, can we just remain like this?" I whisper in response. "You're my best friend, and I don't want anything to change that."

"But I do." Griffin snaps, surging forward and pinning me against the wall.

My eyes grow wide as his face begins to come closer to mine and his eyes close. However, before he gets the chance to complete what he is trying to do, he flies backwards and a loud snarl of rage rings out around us.

Trying to keep my heart from beating out of my chest, I fix my gaze on Chance, who is now standing with Griffin's shoulder gripped tightly in his hand.

"What's going on here?" His cold and domineering voice growls. "Didn't I warn you already, sweetheart?"