Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)

Chapter 231 - 229: Thanks… please, just leave

Fuck... Why did he fall for her charm? Why did he kiss her? He shouldn’t have.

He knew the moment he let himself fall, he wouldn’t be able to turn back. The knowledge set his blood on fire.

Anger tore through him as his movement on his cock grew faster, a mix of need and frustration churning in his chest.

Still his mind couldn’t help but wonder how good it would feel if Athena was the one to handle him like this, her soft, small hand drawing him closer to the edge, and he couldn’t help the loud groan that slipped from his mouth the moment he thought of her in act.

"Shit." He growled as he shut his eyes, his body trembling with tension and desire.

He imagined her taking him to her mouth and sucking the living hell out of him, her soft mouth and lips stroking him to destruction as she grabbed his firm ass and continued to take him in.

Rhydric groaned as he took up the position and fucked her mouth with all his might, hitting the back of her throat, until her eyes start watering.

Despite the cold water streaming down Rhydric’s body, he felt hot from within, a burning that the shower could not quench.

His hand tightened on the tile wall as his cock pulsed with veins straining, ready to explode, every inch thrumming with tension.

A loud guttural grunt tumbled out of his mouth as seed exploded out of his cock, staining the tile beneath him.

He let go and ran both of his hands through his hair, brushing it back, breathing heavily, his chest heaving as waves of heat and exhaustion coursed through him.

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The next day.

Athena was desperate and determined to talk to Rhydric. He didn’t get to confuse her, telling her he wouldn’t kiss her because if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop... and then turning around and kissing her anyway, only to walk away as if she were some kind of statue.

She opened the door to his classroom, but he wasn’t there. If he wasn’t here, then he must be in the den.

Her steps were quick, purposeful, as she made her way to the den. When she arrived, she knocked, but there was no answer. She pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was empty.

Undeterred, she moved further, her instincts guiding her to a door unlike the others, this one was pitch black, with a snake-shaped knob that made her heart flutter. She had a gut feeling it belonged to Rhydric.

The moment she stepped inside, the space swallowed her in silence. No one was there, but the room itself was alive with his presence.

On one side, shelves upon shelves of books stood neatly behind glass, their spines gleaming like a treasure trove. The other side held a massive table with a single chair, positioned with meticulous precision. And then, at the far corner, a bedroom, a vast bed with black sheets and matching pillows, as if the room had been designed around him.

Athena couldn’t help but pause. The room screamed Rhydric from every corner, unexpected, meticulous, dangerous... and yet, somehow, deeply personal.

She didn’t realize he loved books so much; the thought made him feel even more unpredictable, more unknowable, yet fascinating.

She was still admiring the room when a voice cut through her thoughts. "What are you doing here?"

She turned abruptly and found him standing there, dressed in his school uniform. He looked clean, but the lack of a tie and the top buttons of his shirt left his chest exposed, casual yet impossible to ignore.

"I’m here to see you," Athena said, her voice steady as she stared him straight in the eyes, refusing to let herself be intimidated.

Rhydric’s cold gaze locked onto her, sharp and unreadable. "What are you here to see me for?" he asked, his tone clipped, deliberately distant.

"Ahem... about the kiss," she admitted, her voice wavering just enough to betray her nerves.

"It doesn’t mean anything. Don’t think too much about it," he replied, leaning slightly back against the edge of the table with his arms crossed. His eyes were detached.

"What? You kissed me after saying you wouldn’t, and now you’re telling me it doesn’t mean anything?" Athena’s voice rose, a mix of hurt and frustration.

"Like I said," he repeated, voice calm but cold, "it doesn’t mean anything. Azrael is your mate, please stick to him."

Athena scoffed, disbelief twisting her lips. "Like I wasn’t?"

"You’re not," he said smoothly, his tone razor-sharp. "Fine, I kissed you. Here I am saying it doesn’t mean anything. Don’t worry, Azrael wouldn’t know about it."

"What? You think this is about Azrael?" she snapped, eyes blazing.

Rhydric’s expression hardened, the slightest flicker of irritation in his gaze. "Yes. Or maybe about keeping things simple. You have a habit of complicating what’s already messy."

Athena’s hands clenched at her sides. "Messy? You’re the one who kisses me and then acts like I’m nothing! You can’t just... just pretend it didn’t happen!"

He tilted his head slightly, voice calm but edged with steel. "Pretend? No. I just don’t want you, or anyone else, to get confused. Feelings like that... they don’t end cleanly. They burn everything in their path if you let them."

Her chest tightened, her heartbeat accelerating. "And you? What about you? Do you even care what you do to me?"

Rhydric groaned, running a hand through his hair, frustration flashing across his sharp features. "Athena, please... don’t make this more complicated than it already is, okay?"

"Oh, I’m the one making this complicated?" she shot back, voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.

"Yes... and you shouldn’t have come. You’re Azrael’s mate, mate for crying out loud. Don’t expect me to go down on his mate. What exactly would that make me?"

Athena’s eyes widened, disbelief and betrayal cutting through her. "But... why did you kiss me then?"

"If this is about the kiss, then I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have," he said, voice low, almost tense.

"You’re such a jerk," she spat, tears brimming.

"Thanks... please, just leave," he muttered, looking away.

Athena’s chest heaved, humiliation and rage mixing into one sharp edge. She turned toward the door, opened it and slammed it shut behind her.