CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: TCH... CLEVER BASTARD

Oliver’s mouth was relentless. His tongue slid in slow, deep strokes, teasing her clit before circling back to drag lower, lapping her up like he’d been starving for her all day. Every flick, every suck, every hum vibrated through her core until her thighs trembled against his shoulders.

But Athena’s mind wasn’t steady.

She tried to shake off the vision by opening her eyes and closing it again but it came flooding back even as she tried to focus on Oliver, the real man between her legs.

Rhydric, cold and merciless, tongue working as he continued to eat her to oblivion.

Eryx, wicked smirk in place as his thumb pressing down harder, faster on her clit, teasing her until her body begged for more.

Azrael, still whispering sweet sin in her ears, kissing her throat, biting until she almost cried out.

Theodore, his arms pinning her tight to his chest, his mouth against her ear as his hands roamed all over her body, driving her insane.

Athena’s lips parted, a breathless sound spilling free. She almost moaned one of their names but she bit her lip hard, stifling it.

"Fuck..." she whispered instead, her voice trembling.

Oliver growled against her, misreading her restraint as resistance, and doubled down. His tongue quickened, his lips sealing around her clit, sucking hard enough to make her whole body jolt.

"Ah! Oh my god.." The cry tore out of her before she could stop it, raw and loud, echoing off the bedroom walls. Her hips lifted off the bed, grinding against his mouth as if she couldn’t get enough, as if his tongue was the only thing keeping her sane.

The pressure inside her snapped like a bowstring. Heat exploded low in her belly, rushing through her veins until her toes curled and her fingers clawed at the sheets.

Her climax hit her like a wave, wild and merciless.

Her back arched off the bed, hair plastered to her damp skin as her mouth open in a broken moan. She shook, thighs squeezing desperately around his head as her core pulsed and clenched against his tongue in a mess she couldn’t control.

"Oliver...!" she screamed finally, her voice cracking as she shattered completely, drowning in the intensity of her first wild orgasm.

And Oliver didn’t stop. He held her hips down firmly, drinking in every last tremor of her release, his tongue working her until she whimpered and tried to push him away from the oversensitivity.

Athena collapsed back against the sheets, chest heaving, face flushed so red it burned. Her lips were swollen from biting them, her thighs trembling as if they didn’t belong to her anymore.

She couldn’t stop shaking.

And the worst part?

She wasn’t sure who she had really been moaning for.

Oliver finally straightened, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand but leaving her slick on his lips. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, stayed on her as he crawled up the length of her body. He pressed her thighs apart once more with his broad shoulders, climbing until his weight hovered over her.

She caught the sight of his mouth wet, glistening with her release and her stomach flipped. He lowered his head without a word, capturing her mouth with his. The kiss was messy, shameless. She could taste herself on his tongue, the raw salt of it mixing with the heat of his mouth. He kissed her like he wanted her to drown in it, swallowing her broken little gasps as his tongue pressed past her lips and tangled with hers.

Her bare chest was crushed against his, her nipples dragging over the hard planes of him. Every nerve felt awake, screaming. And when his hand slid under her back, arching her into him, she moaned into his mouth, the sound raw, uncontrolled.

Oliver groaned low, the vibration sinking into her mouth, into her throat, like he wanted her to feel what she was doing to him. He broke the kiss only to drag his lips down her jaw, her throat, biting lightly before returning to kiss her again.

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Engines roared into the night, low and guttural, like beasts tearing through the silence. The city lights had long vanished behind them, swallowed by distance, until only the empty stretch of road remained black asphalt gleaming faintly under the cold eye of the moon. The world around them blurred into streaks of shadow and wind, but the race was clear. Azrael was leading.

His car cut through the darkness with ruthless precision, the machine responding to him like it was born from his blood. Every shift of gear, every flick of his wrist on the wheel was perfect. Azrael’s eyes never wavered from the path ahead, sharp and cold, reflecting the glow of the dashboard. It was as if the night itself bent for him, the air pulling back, granting him space to move faster.

Behind him, Theodore chased. His engine snarled louder, a raw promise that he wouldn’t back down. The gap between them was thin, thinner than a breath, but Azrael never once glanced back. He didn’t need to. Wolves didn’t need eyes to feel the presence of another hunting at their heels. He knew Theodore was there, he knew he was so close. That bastard wouldn’t stop until he wins.

The road curved. A dangerous bend, the kind that punished hesitation. Azrael didn’t slow. He pressed down harder, tires screaming against the pavement, smoke curling in his wake. His car slid through the turn as though the asphalt had been carved for him alone. The sight was ruthless, beautiful, impossible as he moved with ease.

Theodore’s headlights flashed against his bumper as he followed, refusing to yield. His wolf howled for more, to prove he could catch Azrael. The sound of his tires joined Azrael’s.

Azrael’s jaw tightened as he pushed the car faster, the red line on his speedometer climbing higher. The main goal was winning especially when his opponent is Theo, that fucker wouldn’t stop until he takes his(azrael) crown and that will only happen if he’s willing to let it slide and definitely not tonight.

And Theodore? His grip tightened on the wheel, eyes locked on the taillights just ahead of him. He just need to be more calculative and he would get him.

Just then, an idea popped up Theodore’s and a devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

It was the kind of smirk that meant trouble. His grip tightened on the wheel, and instead of easing into the next curve, he cut in sharp, skidding dangerously close to the shoulder. His tires shrieked against the pavement. For a breath, it looked suicidal, too reckless, too wild.

But then... he pulled it off.

With that impossible maneuver, Theodore surged forward, his car sliding past Azrael’s nose in a blur of steel and smoke. His headlights caught the briefest glimpse of Azrael’s face in the rearview mirror and he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Azrael muttered under his breath, a low, annoyed growl.

"Tch... clever bastard."

But Azrael wasn’t the type to yield. Defeat didn’t exist in his blood, especially when he was going to be loosing to Argentis. His hand shifted, pushing the gear harder, the engine roaring in response. His car shot forward like a predator reclaiming its prey.

The chase repeated, Theodore lunging ahead with daring moves, Azrael clawing back with flawless precision. Sometimes Theodore led, sometimes Azrael. But every time Theodore thought he’d shaken him off, Azrael was aways there.

And then came the final stretch. A straight, open road. Their engines screamed as both pushed their cars to the limit. Theodore’s pride, demanding victory.

But Azrael. He simply pressed harder, the storm inside him unleashing. His car surged, smoother, faster, cutting through the night as if the road belonged to him alone. Inch by inch, he pulled ahead, Theodore’s smirk fading into the grit of frustration.

Azrael’s eyes sharpened, and for the first time, a ghost of a smile touched his lips out of amusement and victory. He didn’t look back as his car crossed the invisible finish line the night had drawn for them.

Behind him, Theodore’s engine roared in defiance, but it was done. The race was his.

Azrael eased off the accelerator at last, his chest rising and falling steadily.

The engines finally quieted, smoke curling up into the cool night air. Theodore leaned back in his seat for a moment, chest rising with a laugh that slipped out of him, low at first, then shaking his shoulders, mocking himself. He dragged a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath.