Chapter 30

Shea cast a sidelong glance at Achilles as they continued walking, her brow furrowed in thought. "What's Ryder's problem, anyway?" she asked, keeping her voice low.

Achilles hesitated for a moment before responding, his own voice barely above a whisper. "Do you remember when I told you about the factions in Lockewood?"

Shea nodded, her eyes widening as realization dawned on her. "Ryder... he's part of one of those factions, isn't he?"

"He's the youngest son of the Hawkings faction leader," Achilles confirmed, his expression grim.

Shea's mind raced as she tried to piece together the implications of this revelation. "So... Ryder's a werewolf, too?"

Achilles nodded solemnly. "Yes. And he's not the only one here at the college. The different factions all have their own ways of keeping tabs on each other, and the college is one of the places where they can do that without drawing too much attention."

Shea felt a chill run down her spine as she considered the implications of this. "So... we're not just dealing with ordinary college drama here, are we?"

Achilles shook his head. "No. This is a whole different ball game. The factions have been at odds with each other for thirteen years, and there's a lot of history and politics involved. It's not something to be taken lightly."

Shea swallowed hard, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of it all. "What do we do, then? How do we navigate this?"

Achilles gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll figure it out together. I'll do my best to protect you and keep you safe, but you'll also need to be careful and stay alert. Trust your instincts, and don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it."

Shea nodded, feeling a little better knowing that she wasn't alone in this. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "Okay. I can do that."

As they continued walking, Shea couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

She just hoped that she was up to the task.

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As the professor droned on about cellular biology, Shea found her mind wandering. The events of the previous night flashed through her memory, sending a sudden wave of heat through her body. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, acutely aware of Achilles sitting next to her.

Achilles, too, was struggling to focus on the lecture. His heightened senses picked up on Shea's quickening heartbeat and the subtle change in her scent. He gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the primal urge rising within him.

Shea glanced over at Achilles, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the intensity in his eyes. His gaze met hers, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. The bump in his pants was unmistakable, and Shea felt herself growing wet with desire.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly. Both Shea and Achilles fidgeted in their seats, their bodies humming with a strange, overwhelming need for each other. It was as if some unseen force was drawing them together, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. It was just like the night before.

As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Achilles and Shea leapt from their seats. Without a word, they rushed out of the classroom, their bodies moving on instinct. They made their way through the crowded hallway, barely aware of the curious glances from their classmates.

Their feet carried them swiftly towards the sports equipment room, both of them driven by an urgent, primal desire that neither fully understood.

The door to the sports equipment room slammed shut behind them, the echo still hanging in the air as Shea and Achilles crashed into each other. Their lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, tongues clashing with a desperate need for connection. Shea's hands roamed over Achilles's broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as he lifted her effortlessly, setting her down on a sturdy table amidst a clatter of sports equipment.

Achilles's hands found the hem of Shea's shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, her breasts heaving with each labored breath. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Shea fumbled with the buttons of Achilles's jeans, her fingers shaking with anticipation. "I need you," she panted, her voice a mere whisper. "I need your dick inside me."

With a primal grunt, Achilles freed himself from his jeans, his erection springing forth, thick and hard. Shea's eyes widened at the sight of it, a fresh wave of wetness soaking her panties. She reached out to touch him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the warm, velvety skin beneath her palm.

Achilles hissed through his teeth as Shea stroked him, his hips bucking involuntarily into her hand. "Fuck, Shea," he moaned, his head falling back as he savored the sensation.

Shea slid off the table, dropping to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her eyes full of lust and determination. "I want to taste you," she said, her voice full of need.

Before Achilles could respond, Shea leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that had beaded at the tip. Achilles let out a low, guttural moan, his hands tangling in her hair as she began to suck him off, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm.

Shea relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but the sensation only spurred her on. She was determined to take all of him, to give him the kind of pleasure that would obliterate all rational thought.

Achilles's breathing grew ragged as Shea expertly deepthroated him, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I'm close," he warned her through gritted teeth, but Shea didn't relent. She wanted to feel him lose control, to feel his cum fill her mouth.

With a final, desperate thrust, Achilles came, his cum spilling down Shea's throat. She swallowed it all, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk as she licked her lips clean.

But Achilles wasn't done with her yet. He pulled her to her feet, his hands roughly tugging at her skirt and panties, stripping her naked. He spun her around, bending her over the table, her ass presented to him like an offering.

"Your turn," he growled, his fingers exploring her wet, eager pussy. Shea moaned, pushing back against his hand, wordlessly begging for more.

Achilles positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. "Is this what you want?" he teased, rocking his hips forward just enough to tease her with the promise of what was to come.

"Yes," Shea moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. "Please, Achilles, fuck me."

With one powerful thrust, Achilles buried himself inside her, his cock filling her completely. Shea cried out in pleasure, her body arching as he began to move, his hips slamming against her ass with a rhythm that was both fierce and unrelenting.

They lost themselves in the raw, animalistic frenzy of their coupling, their bodies slick with sweat, their cries of pleasure echoing off the walls of the sports equipment room. Shea's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her pussy clenching around Achilles's cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Achilles wasn't far behind, his own climax building with each thrust. With a final, powerful surge, he came, his cum filling Shea's pussy as he groaned her name.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Achilles withdrew from Shea, both of them collapsing onto the floor in a tangle of limbs. They lay there in silence, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.

Shea rolled over to face Achilles, her eyes searching his for some explanation for the intense connection between them. But all she found was the same bewildered desire that she felt herself.

"What is this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why do we keep losing control like this?"

Achilles shook his head, brushing a stray lock of hair from Shea's forehead. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice laced with confusion and concern. "But we need to find out before it consumes us both."