“I hate you more.”
“I’m so fucking close,” I say through panting breaths, my nails raking down his back.
“Scream and I’ll cum so deep inside you that it changes your fucking DNA,” he growls.
I drop my head back and let go, let myself scream all the fury and pleasure and frustration until all I feel is relief at the sensation of our bodies joining, even if we’re still warring with our hearts. Royal lets out a guttural groan, his cock throbbing thick inside me as he locks his hips to mine, forcing me to take every inch of him, every drop of his cum as it floods into me in a rush of wet heat.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmurs into my neck. “If I came any harder, I’d stroke out and die inside you.”
I shove at his shoulder. “Let me on top. I didn’t cum yet. And you better stay fucking hard while I do.”
He rolls us over, sliding his big hands up my thighs and helping me find my rhythm. His eyes are so full, brimming with dark heat, that it just about devours me. I throw my head back, riding him while he grips my hip in one hand and slides the other up the front of my body. He wraps his fingers around my throat, his touch rough but not violent. His grip on my hip is punishing, but his hand on my throat is commanding but almost tender. The contrast makes me come undone.
My walls clench around him, the orgasm gripping me from head to toe, making me jerk on top of him uncontrollably, my body taking over. I know what he means about stroking out. Before him, I didn’t know it was possible to cum so hard. When the climax releases me, I collapse onto him, sliding my palms up his forearms to grip his hands the way he did mine, with my small fingers laced between his long, strong ones.
“Holy fuck, I could watch you ride me until the day I die and never get tired of it,” he murmurs into my hair, kissing the top of my head.
I catch my breath for a minute before sitting up and pressing his hands into the seat. “I think that was more than ten,” I say with a smirk.
“What?” he asks, staring up at me in the darkness.
“I pinned you,” I say. “For ten minutes.”
“Fucking snake,” he says, shoving me off him.
I grab my jeans and slide over the console into the front seat, putting some distance between us before I pull on my clothes. “I told you I wasn’t done fighting,” I say. “I don’t give up, Royal. It’s not in my blood.”
“You’ll never be a Swan,” he says, pulling up his jeans and swinging down out of the truck. “Swans have class.”
He slams the door and walks away, but I’m smiling when I turn the key. I completed the first challenge. Whether he wants to admit it or not, I did. Maybe I had to use some different tricks than the guys he’s used to initiating, but I still did it. And I’m going to keep passing all the tests until he has no choice but to let me join. If Mr. D thinks that’s where the secrets are, then he should be happy enough with my progress to let me keep my scholarship through whatever hazing period the society has. Now I just have to figure out what the next challenge is and hope I survive it.