CREAM (On the Hunt) by Zenobia Renquist

chill of being away from the shower water. Jeliyah wrapped her arms around his neck, welcoming his passion since it also chased away her other thoughts.
    Teaghan lifted her high against the wall with his hands cupping her thighs and entered her pussy in a swift forward thrust. His and Jeliyah’s cries of pleasure echoed off the walls. She huffed at the force of Teaghan’s dick driving to her depths.
    The first time wasn’t a fluke. All the urgency and satisfaction from before returned in cascades. She grabbed Teaghan’s head and kissed him hard, shoving her tongue into his mouth, greedy to taste him. He took the kiss and responded with hunger of his own.
    Everything else be damned. The higher-ups could kiss her ass. Teaghan felt too good to be wrong.
    “That’s the way, Jeliyah. Forget them and focus on me.” He moved faster.
    “Teaghan. Teaghan.” She cried his name over and over. The rest of her life spanned before her to regret this, but for now she only cared about her pleasure and the man giving it to her.
    Her orgasm washed through her, clearing everything away except a sense of utter fulfillment. She buried her face against Teaghan’s neck and tears of joy mixed with the shower water. She clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, and squeezed him tight with her thighs and inner muscles. He grunted and slowed his pace as he came. His final stroke left him nestled deep and snug. She didn’t want to let him go, to let go of the idea that everything would be all right.
    “Just us, necromancer. Just us.” Teaghan imparted those words as he hugged her waist.
    She nodded but didn’t loosen her hold. When the adrenaline wore off, when she got some rest, when the world returned to normal, she would see there was nothing to be worried about. Sex left no telltale signs. So long as she and Teaghan kept their mouths shut, no one would ever know she wasn’t the model necromancer.

Chapter Six
     
    Jeliyah took another bite of her burrito, ignoring the way Teaghan covered his nose and breathed through his mouth. His exaggerated reaction to her choice of food only made her want to get another.
    “Don’t even think about it, necromancer,” he snapped.
    “I’m downwind.”
    “That stuff is still foul. How can you eat it?”
    “Well, I’m sorry I’m not on a liquid diet like some people. Regular food has smells. Get over it.”
    “Regular food smells better. That is garbage wrapped in a fried flour tortilla. Month old, sitting in the summer sun, garbage.” He tightened his hand over his nose.
    She didn’t take pity on him. The burrito might not smell good but it tasted fantastic. Besides, this Mexican restaurant was the only place on the way to the club—something Teaghan had insisted on since they got a late start thanks to him wanting a quickie.
    “Don’t put that all on me, necromancer. I didn’t exactly hear you complaining.”
    Jeliyah didn’t acknowledge his words and tried hard to think of something else so the memories of how they had spent the early evening, after a day of sleeping in each other’s arms, wouldn’t get her aroused. Invitation or not, they couldn’t keep having sex. Each time upped the chances of someone finding out their relationship had gone past a simple partnership.
    That might be paranoid but she would rather be paranoid than strapped to a hospital bed and bled.
    “You done?”
    She crumpled the food wrapper into a tight ball and walked her trash to the waste bin. “Done.”
    “Let’s go then.” Teaghan stalked back to the car. He cursed under his breath once he got to the driver’s side. “Look at this shit.”
    “Are you going to bitch about your car each time you get in to drive?” Jeliyah opened the passenger door and slid onto her seat. She’d gotten better at getting in and out. There was a trick to it. Once she had figured that out, it became less of a struggle.
    Teaghan hopped over the door. She hadn’t seen him open it yet. He snapped, “If