Page 40 of Truth Revealed

Her eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light so much easier on her tired eyes than the blinding whiteness had been. A delicate brush caught her attention, the pressure of Betrayal at her back, curled around her the same way she curled around his arm tucked between her breasts.

Her dream was forgotten as his touch registered. Soft, sweet, so different from how they’d been before… before everything.

One hand was framed around her throat, just barely adding pressure. The other held one of her legs over his knee, spreading her open to his touch. Behind her, his cock was rigid and she felt every inch against her ass. A fissure of arousal sparked low in her belly.

“Morning,” she croaked out.

“‘Bout damn time,” he grumbled, his fingers tightening where they held her.

About damn time indeed.

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BETRAYAL

Falling asleep with Daria had been an accident.

That morning, with Daria’s soft breaths quiet in the room, her arms wrapped around the one he had draped over her, and her heartbeat thumping against his palm... it was somehow… more, more than any other time they’d spent together.

It was intimate. The early sunset cast the room in a comforting, warm golden glow. It was like a haze was cast over him, and Betrayal was stuck to the bed as if the mattress was quicksand, swallowing him bit by bit, pulling him toward Daria.

Or more importantly, his rock-hard cock to her ass.

Yeah, it was that kind of morning.

He’d tried to talk his body out of being excited a long time ago, but it wouldn’t listen. Not even when he’d watched Truth leave the house at the crack of dawn. Not even when he heard the rest of the guys track down the hallway and the scent of coffee trailed up from the kitchen.

Daria was too close, too sweet and tempting and fuck, he didn’t know what the hell she was dreaming about, but if her ass nuzzled up against his dick any more, he was going to lose it.

She mumbled something in her sleep and pushed her ass back into his hips, and he closed his eyes as if in agony as his cock punched the shorts he was wearing.

Yet, he couldn’t seem to make himself move.

Nope, not even when she cuddled his arm closer and her ass bumped his cock again.

Just wake her up.

Taking his own advice, he hid a mischievous grin against the back of her neck before placing a kiss at her nape. The only reaction he got were chills breaking out across her flesh, so he did it again. His lips met the soft skin at the back of her neck, but he didn’t stop there. The arm she cuddled was pressed right between her breasts, so he rotated his wrist until he could place his palm against her collarbone. He drifted the hand up so slowly, so carefully, she didn’t even move while he did it. The tiniest sleep-soaked sound came from her. It was so quiet he probably wouldn’t have even known she’d made the sound at all, except her throat vibrated beneath the hand that cupped her.

Going even further, he placed his other palm flat on the outside of her thigh. When she only huffed, he gently slid his palm around until he cupped the inside of her calf and lifted it up until she was half draped over his knee.

She stiffened for a half second before relaxing again. Sleep had a deep hold on her, but Betrayal was determined to pull her out of it. With that thought in mind, he kissed the back of her neck once more before trailing his lips over to her shoulder. He nipped her gently, which pulled a puff of air from her lips, and he hid his grin in her flesh. Dragging his lips up the side of her neck, he nuzzled the spot behind her ear, but it wasn’t until he licked a long stripe up the length of her skin that he finally woke her. She stiffened in his arms for a moment, as if trying to remember where she was, but then she relaxed, her throat working under his palm as she swallowed.

“Morning,” she croaked, brushing her ass against his bulge again.

“‘Bout damn time,” he rumbled against her neck.

“Been at it for long?” she teased, her voice rough from sleep.

“Years.”

“Gonna do anything about it?”

Her question threw Betrayal, his lips separating from their lazy tease against her flesh as he lifted his head to stare down at her. Her eyes were still closed, but an easy smile curled her lips. She was warm and soft and still sleepy.

“Are you awake?” he checked.

“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled. “Very.” She dug her nails into the back of his wrist just slightly, deepening the pressure of his hold on her neck.