Page 183 of The Devil We Crave
“Do you honestly think I’mworriedabout Jude Nikolayev?”
Most people asking that would get a resounding “you should be” in answer. Jude might be what most people would call “beautiful”, but he's also well over six feet tall, lean, muscled, strong, and obviously—given the black eyes from the other day Achilles and I still aren't talking about—not afraid to tussle with the star quarterback of a powerful college football team.
But then I remember who I’m talking to.No, there’s no way Achillesisworried about Jude, and I'm sure there’s no real reason he needs to be.
Achilles suddenly slides off the bed, making me pout.
“Wait wait wait, where?—”
“Breakfast,” he growls, glancing at me with a grin. “Be downstairs in fifteen.”
My lips curve up.
Fourteen minutes later, showered and dressed for class, I walk into Kingsward Hall’s huge, professional-grade kitchen to find a plate, folded linen napkin, silverware, and coffee waiting for me at the counter.
“Sit,” Achilles commands, stooping shirtless over the stovetop, spatula in hand.
It’s not the first time he’s made me breakfast. And it’s low-key one of my favorite things ever.
After I take my seat, he turns and deftly scoops theperfectwestern omelet out of the pan and onto my plate. He grabs two bowls before coming back and scooping freshly made salsa and guacamole onto the plate next to the eggs.
“Seriously, how do you know this is my favorite breakfast?”
He leans across the counter—still shirtless, smirking, his eyes locked with mine as he brings his coffee mug to his lips.
“Same way I know how to make you shatter on my tongue, fingers, and cock, little prey.”
I blush fiercely. “So, the mind-reading machine again?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, just good old-fashioned stalking.”
I snort, grinning as I take a sip of coffee and dive into my amazing breakfast.
“You mean I told you once and you’ve got a mind like a steel trap,” I grin around bites of omelet.
“Something like that.”
My pulse jumps as he prowls around the kitchen island until he’s standing next to me. Heat ripples through me as he cups my jaw, lifting my face to his.
“Maybe it’s just that my cock gets so fucking deep in your tight little pussy that I can read your thoughts, little prey. Maybe I see every single thought you have when you’re gasping and panting, trying to get away.”
Well, that's one theory.
After I’m done with breakfast and brushing my teeth with the toothbrush I now keep in his bathroom, I come back downstairs to find him sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking his coffee.
“Unfortunately,” I sigh, my eyes hungrily roaming over his bare, grooved, tattooed torso, “I have to get to class.”
“That’sveryunfortunate,” he murmurs, turning to wrap his arms around me.
I shiver. “But… I’m free after four?”
Achilles brings up a hand, cupping my jaw. “Then by four-oh-oneyou will be upstairs in my bed, with your mouth wrapped around my cock and that sweet pussy riding my tongue. Is that clear?”
Holy shit.
“I said is thatclear, little prey.”
I nod as I swallow. “Very,” I breathe.
