Morning light crept through the windows like an unwelcome guest.

Kael opened his eyes slowly, brain foggy, body screaming. Every muscle ached. His cock felt like someone had sandpapered it raw.

Aria was still curled against his side, breathing slow and deep. Her hair was a disaster—matted, tangled, streaked with dried cum. Bite marks dotted her shoulders and neck. Her thighs were pressed together, sealed shut with dried white.

He looked at the room.

The mattress was soaked through to the frame. The floor near the bed had puddles that hadn’t been there before.

The room smelled like a fucking brothel.

We really did go at it, didn’t we.

Kael groaned and sat up.

Aria stirred. Her eyes fluttered open—hazy, unfocused, struggling to process the morning light. She tried to move.

"Ow."

"Morning."

She turned her head to look at him. Her voice was gone—hoarse, barely a whisper, ruined from hours of screaming.

"What time is it?"

Kael checked the clock on the nightstand. "Seven hours until the final round."

"Seven hours is not enough."

"It’ll have to be."

Aria tried to sit up. Her thighs screamed in protest. She collapsed back down with a whimper.

"I can’t feel my legs."

"Shower will help."

"Carry me."

Kael raised an eyebrow. "I’m not carrying you to the bathroom. I’m tired."

"Then I’m not moving."

They stared at each other.

Kael sighed, stood, and lifted her. Aria’s arms wrapped around his neck, her head lolling against his shoulder, her cum-matted hair tickling his chest.

"You’re heavy with all that cum in you."

"Shut up."

Schlick.

A glob of cold cum slid down his chest from where she was pressed against him.

"Gross."

"YOUR cum."

"Still gross."

He carried her to the bathroom.

The bathroom was spacious—tiled floor, large shower with multiple heads, a deep tub that could fit three people. Steam filled the room as hot water poured from the shower heads.

Kael set Aria on a bench near the tub. Her legs dangled over the edge, too sore to close. Cum still leaked from her overused pussy, dripping onto the tile.

"Get in. The water will help."

Aria forced herself to stand—legs trembling, thighs pressed together, moving like a newborn foal. She stepped into the shower.

Hisssssss.

"Oh god—" The hot water hit her ruined skin and she flinched. "Cold. Cold water. I need cold water."

Kael joined her.

The temperature shifted. Cold water sluiced over them both, washing away the evidence of the night. Cum dissolved. Blood washed clean. The dried white patches on their bodies softened and faded.

Aria stood under the water, letting it run over her face, her eyes closed.

Kael watched her.

Water streamed down her body, tracing the curves he’d spent hours exploring. Her breasts—large, heavy, marked with his teeth and fingers. Her stomach, where his cum had pooled and dried. Her thighs, still streaked with white. Her pussy—swollen, red, ruined, but slowly returning to normal color under the cold water.

"You’re staring."

"I’m admiring my work."

Aria opened one eye. "Your work?"

"Every mark on your body is mine." His voice was matter-of-fact. "That makes them mine."

Something flickered in her eyes as she blushed. Not anger. Not embarrassment. Possessive satisfaction.

The water ran cold.

Kael’s hands found her waist.

"Kael—"

He turned her around and pressed her against the cold tile wall.

"Aria—"

His mouth found her neck.

Schlick. Schlick.

She melted against him, head falling back, water streaming over both of them. His hands slid down her wet body, gripping her ass, pulling her against him.

"You said you were tired." Her voice was breathless but not resistant.

"I lied."

"Of course you did."

His cock pressed against her entrance fully erect.

A/N: The guy is one horny motherfucker.

"You can’t be serious—"

"Watch me."

He pushed forward.

Schluuump.

"AHHHN—"

PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.

Cold tile against her back. Hot cock inside her ruined pussy. Water streaming over both of them. The contrast was overwhelming.

PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.

"Slow—" Aria gasped. "It’s too much—AHHHN—"

"I decide what’s too much."

PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.

Her back arched against the tile. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Water splashed around them with every impact. Her moans echoed off the bathroom walls.

"AHHHN—AHHHN—FUCK—FUCK—AHHHHHN—"

PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.

"I’m close—"

"Me too—"

PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.

"Inside—"

"Inside—"

PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM. PAM.

They came together.

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

Aria’s orgasm hit like a seizure. Her entire body locked, muscles clamping around his cock so tight he couldn’t move, milking every drop from his throbbing shaft. Water poured over them both.

"AHHHHHN—KAEL—"

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

Kael groaned into her neck, hips jerking involuntarily, filling her ruined pussy with yet another load.

SPURT. SPURT.

When it ended, they stayed pressed against the wall. Water streamed over them both. Aria’s legs had given out again. Kael’s knees were shaking.

"That—" Aria’s whisper was barely audible. "That was—"

"Nice. I think we are going to be late."

He pulled out. Cum immediately leaked from her pussy, washed away by the shower before it could join the mess from last night.

"Clean up. Get dressed. We have maybe six and a half hours left."

Aria nodded weakly.

Kael turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

Twenty minutes later, they were dressed.

Kael in fresh black—new combat wear, clean boots, no visible evidence of the night’s activities. His back still ached beneath the fabric, but the claw marks were hidden.

Aria beside him in dark gray—practical, unassuming, her hair finally tamed into something presentable. She walked with a slight limp that would fade within an hour.

They emerged from the bathroom.

The bedroom was exactly as bad as they’d left it. The smell hit them like a wall.

"Open a window."

Aria cracked a window. Fresh air rushed in, fighting the stale sex-saturated atmosphere. It helped. Barely.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Both of them froze.

Kael exchanged a glance with Aria. She looked away first, cheeks flushing.

Kael crossed the room and opened the door.

Isabella stood on the other side.

His half-sister’s eyes swept the room.

Her expression was deadpan.

"You really had it going here, didn’t you?"

Kael smiled wryly. "Is there a problem?"

"And you left your job to me saying you were tired." Isabella stepped inside, her nose wrinkling. "You don’t look tired at all."

Kael shrugged. "I was tired. Now I’m not. Things change."

Isabella turned her attention to Aria.

Aria waved.

"Hi, Isabella."

Isabella looked at her. Looked at the hickies visible on her neck.

Isabella looked back at Kael.

"Really?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Isabella’s voice was flat. "Absolutely nothing."

She turned on her heel and walked toward the door, then paused.

"The wildcard match is over. Sylvan Star won the sixth spot for the final round. They’ll be joining the other five academies."

"Good to know."

"Isabella out." She left without looking back.

The door clicked shut.

Aria exhaled.

He balled the ruined sheets into a bundle. "Let’s get food. I’m starving."

Aria nodded, following him toward the door.

Meanwhile, Isabella Vorn was walking very fast, trying to decide whether to be impressed or horrified by her little brother.

Both, probably.

Definitely both.