Daughter of oblivion: Claimed by four alpha(s)-Chapter 118 - 116: When my friend is this cute."

Rhydric’s breath hitched, his pulse racing in a way that made his entire body taut with need. He tried to anchor himself, tried to pull himself back to sanity, but her presence alone, her body pressing on him alone, was pulling him apart from within.

With a slow, deliberate precision, she straddled him. Her bare heat pressed directly on his cock. And to make the situation worse, she rolled her hips on him...each movement teasing, and agonizingly slow.

Rhydric groaned, the sound raw and loud as he threw his head back. "Ahhh...fuck it." The glass in his hand slipped, shattering on the floor.

But he didn’t care. Not when his little moon’s warm, seductive body was pressed against his, straddling him in the bath.

She leaned in, whispering directly into his ear, her breath hot and sinfully close. "I want you... I need you, baby. I’ll make you lose control..."

The words alone was enough for him to lose every bit of control he had left. Her hot breath were a burning caress, making his heart pound in his chest and his skin tingle under her touch.

Her lips brushed along his jaw, teasing, slow. Then down to the curve of his neck, and lower, tracing the swell of his Adam’s apple, before flicking back up to his jaw.

Rhydric’s body tensed, muscles coiling, caught between restraint and raw desire.

Then Athena locked eyes with him, that mischievous, confident smirk that made his knees weak, and then she pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss. The world contracted, nothing existed but her.

Rhydric’s patience, his control, his restraint...they all snapped in an instant. He wrapped his hands firmly around her waist, drawing her impossibly close, and kissed her back with equal fervor. His lips moved against hers hungrily.

His mouth crashed onto hers like he’d been starving for days. His hands on her waist grabbed her tighter, dragging her against him as though every part of him had been waiting for her body to touch his.

He tasted like heat and a hint of whiskey.

The taste rolled onto her lips the second he deepened the kiss, sharp at first, then melting as their mouths moved together.

Athena’s breath stuttered into him...soft and shaky. And he swallowed it.

A low sound rumbled in Rhydric’s chest, not quite a groan, not quite a growl, just something he couldn’t hold back. Her hips shifted against him, which made Rhydric’s grip on her waist turn firmer.

Her hands trailed down his chest, teasing and exploring, as his hands moved up and down her back, tracing her spine in a slow maddening way. pulling her impossibly closer.

But then Athena broke the kiss, pulling back just slightly, still straddling him. Her hot gaze burning into his.

Rhydric couldn’t help himself. He tugged her down against him again and slammed his lips on hers.

The toughness made Athena moan into his mouth. " Mhmm."

Rhydric swallowed each and every one of it. He grabbed her boobs and folded it. "Ahh.. rhydric."

Rhydric took that as an approval, so he proceeded and pinched her nipple. Athena shivered, leaning into him more.

Rhydric’s breathing became heavier, ragged and uncontrolled. His body shook with need as he continued to kiss her, drawing Athena impossibly close, grabbing her ass roughly, pressing her against him as if he could melt into her entirely.

"Fuck... Athena..." he groaned into her mouth, his voice rough.. She moaned softly against him, matching the intensity, letting herself melt into his embrace.

But then something sharp hit his tongue a metallic tang.

He froze for a split second, but his lips didn’t leave hers. "Hmm... Rhydric..." she gasped, a mix of pleasure and alarm in her voice, and he felt her trying to push him back, but the animal inside him was screaming to keep going. And he listened.

"Rhhh...Athena..." he growled, his voice thick and desperate, his fangs scraping accidentally against her lips as he tried to hold on to her.

Athena’s eyes widened, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "Stop... you’re hurting me!" she cried as she finally pushed him away. She moved back, pulling away from him, like it physically burned her...tears spilling freely down her cheeks.

Rhydric blinked, coming back to his senses. The heat, the lust, they all vanished in an instant. His eyes fell to his hands and froze. His hands, no his claws were covered in blood. Her blood. His body shook uncontrollably as reality slammed into him.

He glanced at the mirror beside the tub, the reflection of his mouth shocking him beyond words. His fangs, his lips, even the corner of his jaw were all covered in crimson. His breath hitched, panic clawing at him.

"Did... did I just... hurt my little moon?" he whispered, voice trembling with a mix of fear and guilt. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he spun his head toward the tub, but to his greatest surprise and fear she was gone.

Rhydric’s eyes widened even more, scanning the room, the tub, the shattered glass. "What the fuck... where did she go?"

The room was eerily silent except for the dripping water. His body trembled, every muscle taut as he tried to process what had just happened.

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Athena walked into the classroom, and immediately, every pair of eyes snapped toward her. A hush fell over the room, as if her presence alone had silenced every whisper, every movement.

She ignored all their stares, striding confidently to her desk. Her heels clicked against the floor, echoing like a challenge. As she slid into her seat, she could hear the whispers ricocheting behind her.

"She’s so shameless..."

"Throwing herself on all the Phantom Fours..."

"Does she even have any shame left?!"

"She comes here looking like a queen... what a joke!"

The words stung, but Athena didn’t flinch. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms, the picture of unbothered composure.

Then the door opened, and Levi walked in. His gaze immediately found hers, and he made his way toward her desk. He leaned on it casually, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"I thought you’d keep on running," he said, his voice low enough for only her to hear, "but nope. Once again, you proved me wrong."

Athena couldn’t help but smile at him, a mixture of relief and affection in her eyes.

"Aren’t you angry at me?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Levi narrowed his eyes, feigning seriousness. "Why should I be?"

Athena pouted, leaning forward slightly. "I thought you would be... at least a little."

Levi chuckled, stepping closer. "I can’t get angry at you...not when my friend is this... cute."

He reached out and pinched both her cheeks playfully. Athena laughed, the sound light and genuine, causing a few nearby students to glance at them with a mix of curiosity and envy.