Chapter 99 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 4

Chapter 99 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 4

His strokes were faster, rougher, his fist sliding wetly along his cock, his abs flexing with every motion. His hips jerked forward, splashing the water around him, and his jaw clenched as deep, raw groans spilled from his mouth. He was beautiful and frightening, his golden eyes half-shut, his muscles shining under the moonlight as his hand worked himself mercilessly.
The sight of him like that—the raw power in his body, the sound of his voice, the desperation on his face—made my whole body ache with need.
The heat inside me coiled tighter and tighter, like a rope pulling me to the edge. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my toes curling hard into the dirt. My stomach fluttered, the pressure so unbearable I couldn’t stop the small cry that burst out of me.
“Oh god… oh please…” I whispered against my palm, my voice breaking.
And then it hit.
The climax tore through me like fire and lightning at once. My back arched, my body locking up as the first wave ripped me apart. My channel clenched violently around my fingers, pulling them deeper, the wetness gushing out so much I felt it drip onto my thighs. My clit throbbed under my thumb, every touch sending shocks so strong I thought I might pass out.
I shook so hard I slid down the tree behind me, my knees pressing together as I cried softly into my hand. The pleasure rolled over me in waves, each stronger than the last, leaving me gasping, panting, whimpering as my body writhed helplessly. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, the release too big, too overwhelming for me to handle quietly.
And still it went on.
My walls pulsed around my fingers again and again, clenching tight as more wetness spilled over, soaking my hand, soaking my skirt. My chest heaved so hard I couldn’t catch my breath, my lips parting as small broken sobs escaped me. I had never felt anything like this before, never imagined my body could burn this way, could break and mend itself in the same moment.
Across the stream, he was coming undone too.
His head tipped back, his throat straining, his groans turning into sharp, guttural sounds that echoed through the night. His strokes grew wild, his cock jerking in his fist, and then he froze. His entire body went taut, muscles tightening, wings twitching faintly before his release ripped free.
Thick streams spilled from him, pulsing out into the water with every desperate jerk of his hips. His hand stroked through it, spreading it down his length as he rode out his climax. His golden markings glowed faintly, brighter with every wave that shook through him, as if the orgasm itself was feeding his power. His groan broke into a ragged cry, his chest heaving, his face twisted with raw, unhidden pleasure.
I watched him, trembling, barely able to move as my own climax still pulsed inside me, dragging me along with him. Seeing him spill himself into the stream made my body clench one last time, hard enough to steal the air from my lungs. Another rush of wetness soaked my fingers as the final wave broke me apart all over again.
I collapsed against the tree, my hand slipping weakly from between my thighs, my body shaking so badly I could hardly breathe. My skin burned, my legs ached, my chest rose and fell like I had run for miles. My fingers were wet, my thighs sticky, my whole body humming with the aftershocks of what I had just done.
And still, I couldn’t look away from him.
He stood there in the stream, his hand falling from his softening length, his body glowing faintly under the moonlight. His hair clung to his shoulders, dripping water down his chest. His breaths came out rough and heavy, his mouth parting as he lowered his head. He looked both ruined and powerful, undone yet untouchable, a god brought low by pleasure.
My heart pounded so loudly it filled my ears, like a drumbeat that wouldn’t stop. My throat felt tight and dry, every breath scraping as it passed. My legs trembled where I crouched in the shadows, still weak and wobbly from what I had done. My fingers were damp, my thighs sticky, and yet there was this strange, deep satisfaction thrumming through me. A warm, heavy glow in my belly that left me dizzy.
But the shame followed close behind. My cheeks burned hot as if the night itself could see me, as if the trees and the stars and the moon had all watched too. I had touched myself while spying on him. On a fae. It was wrong—everything my aunt had warned me about, everything I had sworn never to be foolish enough to do.
And yet…
there was hunger too.
A restless, aching hunger curling through me, so sharp and insistent it made my body throb even though I had just been undone moments ago. Shame and hunger twisted together until I didn’t know which one was stronger. I hated myself for it, but gods help me—I wanted to do it again.
I forced myself to keep quiet, to stay still, though every nerve in my body screamed at me to move. My wide eyes stayed locked on him across the stream. He was still there, standing in the water like something both holy and unholy. His chest rose and fell hard, his breaths ragged as if the act had stolen his strength.
He bent, scooping water into his hands, washing himself clean. I watched the way his strong fingers brushed down his shaft, rinsing away the evidence of his climax. My face grew hot all over again. My insides clenched tight at the sight, the ache flaring between my thighs, slickness threatening to gather once more even though I had just been undone. Shame prickled under my skin. Still, my eyes refused to look away.
When he was done, he stepped slowly out of the stream, the water clinging to his powerful body before dripping away. The soft squelch of his boots echoed faintly as he reached for the pile of clothes on the grass. I watched every movement as he dressed—pulling the black leather shirt over his glowing chest, fastening the straps with quick, sure fingers. Each piece of clothing covered him, hiding the perfection I had just seen, and I felt an unexpected pang of disappointment.
Piece by piece, he strapped on his weapons. Swords at his back, blades across his hips, smaller knives tucked into places I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t been staring so closely. He moved with a deadly grace, like he had done this countless times before, every motion smooth and practiced. Even dressed, even armed, there was no mistaking his otherworldly beauty.
And then his wings appeared.
One moment his back was bare, and the next they unfolded in a ripple of dark power. Massive and sharp-edged, they stretched wide, blocking out part of the moonlight. The air seemed to shift with them, like the whole night bent to his presence. I swallowed hard, my body shrinking back instinctively into the bush as fear prickled at my skin.
He gave a strong flap, and the ground around me stirred. Leaves rustled, loose dirt rose into the air, and the branches swayed. My heart jumped painfully in my chest as his head turned, his golden eyes sweeping slowly across the woods.
And then—
they landed on me.
I froze, every muscle locking tight. My breath stopped, trapped in my chest, and my fingers dug into the dirt. His eyes lingered on my hiding place, too long to be an accident. The golden glow seemed to pierce right through the shadows, right through me.
For one heartbeat, maybe two, I swore he saw me.
And in that stare, there was something—a faint glint, a small curve of his lips, like he knew. Like he could see me crouched low and trembling, like he had known all along.
Panic and desire crashed together inside me. My skin burned with shame, but my stomach flipped with something darker, something that felt almost like excitement. What if he had seen me? What if he knew?
Before I could even move, he pushed off the ground. His wings beat hard, the sound thunderous, lifting his huge body easily into the sky. The rush of air swept over me, making my hair whip around my face, making the branches groan. I looked up, my eyes wide, my body trembling, as he rose higher and higher until his shadow vanished into the night sky.
Silence fell heavy once more, broken only by the racing of my own breath.
I stayed hidden in the bush, still crouched low, staring at the empty patch of stars where he had disappeared. My body was weak and hot, sticky and damp, my mind spinning in wild circles. Shame pressed hard against my chest, but underneath it, stronger, hungrier, was a dangerous thought—
What if he really had seen me?
And what if he came back?