Chapter 1: Introduction
The campfire crackled and popped, sending sparks dancing into the night sky like tiny, fleeting stars. The air was thick with the scent of pine and the faint, smoky undertone of burning wood. Percy Jackson knew these woods like the back of his hand—the trails he could run blindfolded, the caves where he'd fought monsters, and the secret spots where he'd shared stolen kisses with Annabeth. Tonight, though, he wasn't thinking about Annabeth. He was thinking about Rachel.
Rachel Dare, the oracle of Delphi, was different from any other girl he'd met.
She had a way of looking at you that made you feel like you were the only person in the world, her red curls framing her face like a halo, her green eyes burning into yours with an intensity that was both mesmerizing and unsettling. She was a human, and Percy knew better than to get involved with mortals, but there was something about her that he just couldn't resist.
He found her in the Oracle's Temple, sitting on the altar, her legs dangling over the edge. The ethereal glow cast weird shadows on her face, making her look almost otherworldly.
Percy approached her, the cold marble floor numbing his feet through his sandals. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes drinking her in. "You wanted to see me, Oracle?"
She smiled, a slow curl of her lips that sent shivers down his spine. "Percy, always so formal. Come, sit with me." She patted the space beside her, and he hesitated only a moment before joining her.
"What's on your mind, Rachel?" he asked, his voice husky. He could feel the tension between them, thick and heavy, like the air before a storm.
She turned to him, her eyes scanning his face.
"I saw something in the flames," she said softly. "Something... unexpected."
Percy raised an eyebrow. "About me and Annabeth?"
Rachel shook her head. "No. About you... and me." She reached out, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "I saw us, Percy. Together."
He felt a jolt of desire, a sudden, overwhelming need. He leaned in, his lips finding hers in a heated kiss. She tasted like smoke and honey, sweet and intense all at once.
He deepened the kiss, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her closer. Woah what was happening he thought. He loved annabeth, he would never cheat on her. He tried to pull away.
"Rachel, we can't—I can't. I have Annabeth."
Rachel's grip on his shirt tightened. "And what about what you want, Percy?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "What about what you need?"
She pulled him back to her, her mouth capturing his again. He felt his resolve crumbling, his body responding to her touch despite his mind's protests.
Her hands started to roam, tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt. He could feel her fingers, warm and insistent, making him hard in an instant.
His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a maelstrom of desire and guilt, but his body was responding to her touch with an urgency that seemed to bypass his brain entirely.
He pulled her shirt up, revealing smooth, creamy skin. His hands trembled as he traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her stomach. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her breath coming in quick, ragged gasps.
"Fuck, Rachel," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
"I shouldn't be doing this."
She let out a low laugh, a sound that was both sultry and taunting. "But you want to, don't you?" she asked, her fingers tracing the bulge in his pants. "I can feel it."
He groaned, his head falling back against the cold marble altar. "Gods, yes," he admitted.
Rachel's hand slipped inside his pants, wrapping around his cock. He hissed in a breath, his body tensing at the sudden contact. She stroked him, her touch slow and deliberate, making him ache with need.
He could feel his control slipping, his resolve crumbling with every thrust of her hand.
"Fuck, Rachel," he gasped, his hips bucking against her touch. "You're gonna make me come like this."
She smiled, a wicked, knowing smile that sent a shock of lust straight to his groin. "Not yet," she murmured, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. "I want to taste you. Show you how much better my mouth feels than annabeths.”
His breath hitched in his throat as she pulled her hand away, replacing it with her mouth. He could feel her hot breath on his cock, and then her lips, wrapping around him.
He groaned loudly, his head thumping back against the altar. Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, sending shivers down his spine.
"Fuck, Rachel," he swore, his hips bucking involuntarily. "That feels so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Rachel pauses her ministration’s, looking at Percy in confusion. “Has annabeth never given you a blowjob Percy” she laughed half jokingly. He looked embarrassed. "Annabeth... she's not really into that stuff."
Rachel chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent vibrations through him. "Well, I am, I’m not some snobby daughter of Athena, I know what men want" she said, her voice laced with promise. Percy's cock throbbed at her words, his body tensing with anticipation. "Fuck, Rachel, I wanna feel your mouth on me again."
She smiled, a slow, sinful curve of her lips, and took him back into her mouth. This time, she took him deeper, her head bobbing up and down, her mouth wet and tight around his cock. He could feel the ridges of her teeth, the slickness of her tongue, and it was overwhelming, intoxicating.
"Fuck, Rachel," he groaned, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her.
"Your mouth feels so fucking good."
She hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves through him. She picked up her pace, her head bobbing faster, her lips tight around him. He could feel the pressure building, his body tensing as he got closer to the edge. But he didn't want it to end like this. Not yet.
He pulled her off him, his cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips swollen and red.
"I want to be inside you," he said, his voice raw with need.
"Now."
Rachel didn't hesitate. She stood up, her hands going to the hem of her dress. She pulled it off in one swift motion, revealing her naked body beneath. Percy's breath caught in his throat as he took her in—her full breasts, her narrow waist, her flare of hips, all bathed in the eerie glow of the temple.
"Fuck, Rachel," he swore, his voice hoarse. "You're so fucking beautiful."
“More beautiful than Annabeth?” She asked cruelly brushing her hand against his hard cock.
Percy grunted, the pain of her words mixing with the pleasure of her touch.
"Fuck you, Rachel," he growled. "I don't wanna talk about her right now. I just wanna be with you."
Rachel smirked, stepping closer to him. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way his body was trembling with need. She loved it. She loved the power she had over him.
"Then show me," she said, her voice a low purr. "Show me how much you want me."
Percy didn't need to be told twice.
He pushed her gently back onto the altar, her back arching as she landed, her red curls splayed out around her head like a halo. He stood between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs, his cock jutting out, hard and ready.
"You're so fucking wet, Rachel," he growled, his fingers tracing the wetness between her legs. She moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him.
"Fuck, Percy," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More.
I want more," Rachel panted, her eyes locked onto Percy's. The ethereal glow of the temple cast long, dancing shadows across her skin, making her look like a goddess carved from moonlight.
Percy grinned, a wicked, predatory smile that promised everything she wanted and more. He slid another finger inside her, curling them upwards to hit that spot that made her gasp. Her inner walls clenched around him, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"You're so fucking tight, Rachel," he groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight of her flushed and desperate.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb, feeling her writhe beneath him, her hips bucking, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck me, Percy," she begged, her voice thick with need. "I want to feel you inside me."
He pulled his fingers out, making her whimper in protest. He smiled, a slow, wicked smile, and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked down at her, her eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"You sure about this, Rachel?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
He could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, her wetness coating him, making him ache with need.
Rachel looked up at him, her green eyes glazed with desire, her lips parted in a silent plea. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Fuck me, Percy. Please."
He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed inside her, his cock sliding into her tight, wet heat with a low groan. He felt her walls clench around him, her inner muscles gripping him like a vice.
"Fuck, Rachel," he swore, his hips jerking involuntarily.
"You're so fucking tight."
Rachel moaned, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "More, Percy. I want more."
He started to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her, his cock sliding against her wet, slick heat. She felt incredible, better than anything he'd ever imagined. He could feel every inch of her, every ridge and dip, her inner muscles clenching around him like a fist.
"Fuck, Rachel," he panted, his forehead resting against hers.
"You feel so good. So fucking tight."
Rachel's legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. "Harder, Percy," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Fuck me harder."
He obliged, his hips slamming against hers, his cock plunging into her with a force that made her cry out. She loved it, the raw, primal feel of him taking her, claiming her. She could feel every inch of him, each ridge and vein of his cock as it slid in and out of her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
She was on fire, her skin slick with sweat, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. She could feel the altar beneath her back, cold and unyielding, but it only served to highlight the heat between them, the raw, primitive passion that consumed them both.
Percy's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the temple, a symphony of wet slaps and gasps and groans.
"Gods, Rachel," Percy grunted, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. "You feel so fucking good.
So tight," Percy groaned, his body slamming against hers, the sounds of their flesh meeting echoing through the temple. Rachel's back arched off the cold marble altar, her body desperate for more, craving the raw, primal pleasure he was giving her. I need more," she demanded, her voice a low growl, her legs wrapping around him tighter, her heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. He complied, his cock plunging into her with a force that made her cry out, her fingers clawing at his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
He whispered in her ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "You're such a dirty little slut, Rachel. I love it."
Rachel moaned, her body arching off the altar, her hips meeting his thrusts with a fiery passion. "Yes," she gasped, her voice ragged with desire. "I'm your dirty little slut, Percy. Use me. Fuck me like you hate me."
The words were a shock, a stark contrast to the sweet, innocent girl she usually presented. But here, in this temple, under the ethereal glow of the altar, she was something else. She was raw, primal, a creature of pure desire.
Percy groaned, his cock throbbing at her words. He gripped her hair, yanking her head back, his lips finding her neck, his teeth biting down hard.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his hips slamming against hers, his cock plunging into her with a force that made her whimper.
Percy felt Rachel's pussy clench around him, her inner muscles gripping him like a vice, a reaction to his rough handling. He groaned, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. "Fuck, Rachel," he swore, his hips jerking involuntarily, his cock throbbing inside her. "You're so fucking tight. You love it rough, don't you, you little slut?" "I love it. I love it when you use me, Percy.
I love it when you fuck me like you hate me.” Rachel's voice was hoarse, raw with desire, as she met each of Percy's thrusts with a fiery passion, her body arching off the cold marble altar. Percy's grip on her hair tightened, his other hand moving to wrap around her throat, his fingers pressing just hard enough to make her gasp. Rachel's eyes widened, her chest heaving, and she screamed, "Yes, fuck me! Yes, Percy, I want it. I want you to use me, to fuck me like you never have before, fuck like you could never fuck annabeth!”
Her outburst of annabeths name sent a jolt of primal anger through Percy, and he complied, slamming into her with brutal force. “Don’t say her name bitch.” He growled.
“Don’t say her name.” His hand left her throat, moving down to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple as he squeezed, making her moan. With a sudden, animalistic move, he bent his head and bit down on her nipple, making her scream in pain and pleasure, her back arching off the altar as her nails dug into his back, drawing blood.
”The sudden, intense pain sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her pussy clenching around his cock as she screamed his name, “Percy! Oh, gods, Percy!” The sound of her screams filled the temple, echoing off the cold marble walls, mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together. Percy groaned, his teeth still latched onto her nipple, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made her gasp.
Rachel could feel his cock swell inside her, his body tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge. She could sense his impending release, the way his body was coiling like a spring, ready to snap. She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her fingers digging into his back, her nails drawing blood, urging him on.
"Fuck, Rachel," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fill you up, you dirty little slut."
Rachel moaned, her body tensing with anticipation. She loved it when he talked like that, when he gave in to his primal urges. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before, a side she craved.
"Do it, Percy," she gasped, her voice thick with lust. "Fill me up. I bet annabeths never let you cum inside her.” She teased.
“You think she's too pure for that? Too good for your filthy cum, Percy?''
Percy let out a guttural growl, his cock pulsing inside her at the mention of Annabeth's name. He was so close, his body trembling on the edge of release, but he wanted to savour this moment, to draw it out as long as possible. He wanted to make Rachel scream his name, to make her forget all about Annabeth.
He pulled back slightly, his cock almost slipping out of her, before slamming back in, his hips moving in urgent, desperate circles. Rachel let out a scream, her back arching off the altar, her nails digging into his back, drawing blood. "Percy! Oh, gods, Percy!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
Percy let out a low growl, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force, his cock plunging deep inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. Rachel's back arched off the altar, her nails digging into his back, drawing blood, as she cried out his name, "Percy! Yes! Like that! Harder!"
Percy's primal instincts took over, his body moving with a raw, savage intensity he didn't know he possessed. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his cock pounding into her with a force that made the temple shake. Rachel's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body tensing as her orgasm built, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
"Yes, Percy, use me," she screamed, her voice hoarse with desire, her nails digging into his back, drawing blood. "Fuck me like you hate me. Make me forget her." The abrupt mention of Annabeth sent a jolt through Percy, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force as if to prove her wrong, to erase any memory of the girl he was supposed to be with. "You're mine, Rachel," he growled, his voice thick with lust and something else, a raw, primal claim. "Say it. Say you're mine." Rachel's eyes met his, her breath coming in short, sharp pants, her body on the edge of release. "I'm yours, Percy," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of their flesh meeting.
"All mine."
He slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the temple, a sharp, sudden noise that made her flinch and moan simultaneously. He watched as his handprint bloomed on her creamy skin, a crimson splotch that seemed to pulse with her heartbeat.
Rachel let out a low moan, her body arching into the touch, her pussy clenching around him in response. "Fuck, Percy," she gasped, her voice thick with lust. "Harder. Do it again."
He complied, his hand slapping against her flesh with a resounding crack, each blow sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She screamed his name, her voice echoing through the temple, her body writhing and bucking beneath him.
With a sudden, powerful move, she shoved him back, her hands gripping his chest, her eyes burning with a primal desire. “My turn, Percy,” she growled, her voice thick with need. “I want to ride you.”
Percy looked at her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body still trembling with the need for release. He nodded, his grip on her hips loosening as he allowed her to take control. Rachel smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips, before she straddled him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hands pressing against his chest for leverage.
Percy groaned as she positioned herself over him, the head of his cock brushing against her wet, swollen folds. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the slickness of her desire coating him, making him ache with need.
He wanted to control her, to make her scream his name, to make her forget all about Annabeth. With a sudden, primal movement, he grabbed a fistful of her red curls, wrapping them around his hand, the silky strands sliding through his fingers like a hot, slippery rope. Rachel gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure, her lips parting in a silent moan.
"You're mine, Rachel," he growled, his voice thick with lust and possession. "Say it." He tugged on her hair, just hard enough to make her gasp, to make her look up at him with eyes filled with a mix of pain and pleasure.
With a sudden, aggressive move, Rachel impaled herself on his cock, her body taking him in with a swift, deliberate thrust. She let out a low moan, her head falling back, her eyes closed, her fingers digging into his chest. Percy groaned, his grip on her hair tightening, his hips jerking involuntarily as she took him in, her tight, wet heat enveloping him completely. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and he could feel his control slipping, his body desperate to give into the raw, primal urge to claim her, to use her, to make her his."
Percy's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he held her gaze, his hips pressing upwards, meeting her downward thrust. "You like that, don't you, Rachel?" he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "You like it when I take control.
“I bet she never let you fuck her this hard, this deep.”
Percy growled, his grip on her thighs tightening as he pounded into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the temple, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts.
"Fuck annabeth," he snarled, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate. "She's not here. You are. You're the one I'm fucking right now. You're the one I'm gonna fill up with my cum."
Rachel moaned, her body arching off the altar, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal force.
"Yes, fuck her," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "Show me how you really feel about her."
Percy growled, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. But he wanted to draw it out, to make it last.
He pulled out of her suddenly, making her gasp in protest. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over, her hands flat on the altar, her ass in the air.
He could see the red marks from his slaps, the sight sending a jolt of lust through him. He positioned himself behind her, his cock rubbing against her wet pussy. He could feel her heat, her slickness, and it was driving him wild. "You're so wet. So fucking ready for me."
He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing her, making her squirm and moan in anticipation. "Percy, please," she begged, her voice thick with desire. "Please fuck me.
Please," Rachel begged, her voice a ragged, desperate plea. "I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up."
Percy chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down her spine. "You're so fucking desperate, aren't you?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust. "You want my cock inside you so bad you can barely stand it."
He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance again, teasing her, making her whimper with need.
Rachel looked back at him, her eyes filled with desire and desperation. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I do.
Fucking give it to me, Percy." Rachel's voice was a low, desperate growl, her hips swaying, seeking his cock.
Percy obliged, pushing the head of his cock inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat envelope him. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Fuck, Rachel," he swore, his voice hoarse with need.
He slid in deeper, his hips moving in steady, deliberate thrusts, his cock sliding against her silky walls.
Rachel moaned, her body pushing back against him, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal force.
"Fuck, you feel so good, Rachel," Percy groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight."
He leaned forward, his body covering hers, his hands gripping her shoulders for leverage as he began to move faster, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force. Rachel cried out, her fingers clawing at the cold marble altar, her knuckles turning white.
"Harder, Percy," she demanded, her voice thick with need.
"Fuck me like you mean it."
Percy groaned, his cock pulsing at her words, his body tensing with the effort to hold back his release. He obliged, his hips slamming into hers with brutal force, his hand slapping against her ass again with a resounding crack. Rachel screamed, her back arching, her nails digging into the marble altar as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force. Her scream echoed through the temple, a primal, desperate sound that sent shivers down Percy's spine.
"Fuck, Rachel," he growled, his hand leaving a stinging print on her skin. "You're so responsive. So fucking wild."
Rachel's body was on fire, her skin slick with sweat, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest.
Each brutal thrust from Percy sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice. She bit her lip, holding back a scream, her fingers clawing at the cold marble altar. Percy's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her see stars.
The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and Rachel couldn't hold back any longer. She let out a low moan, her body trembling as her orgasm built, her pussy clenching around him like a fist. Percy groaned, his hips moving faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he felt her body tense.
"Fuck, Rachel," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're so close, aren't you? Let go, baby.
Scream for me. I want to hear you scream." Percy's growl was feral, primal, as he gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh like she was the only thing keeping him from falling off the edge of the world. He thrust into her harder, deeper, each pounding motion sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body. Rachel's knuckles turned white as she clung to the altar, her nails scraping against the cold marble, her body shaking with each forceful thrust.
"Percy!" she cried out, her voice raw and hoarse, a desperate plea that morphed into a scream as he fucked her harder, making her feel like she was being split in two. The altar shook with the force of their bodies colliding, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing off the temple walls.
Rachel's knuckles turned white as she clung to the altar, her nails scraping against the cold marble, her body shaking with each forceful thrust from Percy. Suddenly, everything inside her coiled like a spring, ready to snap. she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse, a desperate plea that morphed into a scream as she felt the intense pressure building up within her. She couldn't hold it back any longer. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on Percy's cock, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She howled, her voice echoing through the temple, her body writhing and bucking beneath him as her orgasm tore through her. Percy groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt her come, her pussy pulsing around his cock like a vice.
He couldn't hold back any longer, the sensation of her orgasm pushing him over the edge. "Fuck, Rachel," he growled, his body tensing as his orgasm hit him, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her up with his hot, thick cum. With a final, powerful thrust, he let out a low, primal roar, his body collapsing on top of hers, spent and satisfied.
For a moment, the only sound in the temple was their heavy breathing, the only movement the slow, gentle rocking of their bodies as they came down from their high. Percy's heart was pounding in his chest, his body slick with sweat, his cock still buried deep inside Rachel's pussy.
Rachel let out a low, contented sigh, her body relaxing beneath him, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Percy pulled out of her slowly, a soft groan escaping his lips as he felt her tight heat leave him, her inner walls still clenching around him like a gentle goodbye. Rachel bit her lip, a small sound of protest escaping her as she felt him slip out of her, leaving her empty and aching.
The sudden absence of Percy's cock inside her was a stark reminder of the reality they were stuck in. Rachel rolled onto her back, her eyes meeting Percy's as he pulled away from her, his body still glistening with sweat. She reached out, her fingers tracing the red marks on his chest where her nails had dug into him, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"That was... something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Percy grinned, a slow, wicked curve of his lips that made her heart flutter.
"That was... something," he agreed, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked onto hers. They dressed in silence, the weight of what had just happened hanging heavy in the air between them. The temple, once filled with their passionate cries and the sound of their bodies colliding, was now wrapped in a tense stillness.
Rachel pulled her dress over her head, her fingers fumbling with the zipper at the back. She could feel Percy's eyes on her, his gaze searing into her skin, making her shiver. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. His dark hair was disheveled, his green eyes bright and intense, and there was a small smile playing on his lips.
"We shouldn't have done that," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could see the moment the smile vanished from his face, replaced by a look of determination.
He stepped closer to her, his voice low and steady. "We did what we did, Rachel. And I'm not going to feel guilty about it."
Rachel flinched at his words, her eyes widening in surprise. "But... Percy, we can't. You're with Annabeth. You have a relationship with her."
Percy let out a harsh laugh, a sound that echoed through the temple like a gunshot. "A relationship? You call what we have a relationship? We're nothing but a bunch of lies, Rachel.
Annabeth and I, we've been drifting apart for months. She's so busy with her duties as a daughter of Athena, always training, always planning. She doesn't have time for me, not really. And I... I'm just the son of Poseidon, the wild card that she has to babysit. We're not meant to be together, not really. We're just... convenient."
Rachel's eyes widened at his words, a mix of shock and relief flashing across her face. She had seen the way Percy looked at Annabeth, the way he talked about her.
He was supposed to be in love with her, supposed to be faithful. But here he was, confessing his doubts, his frustrations.
"I've never felt like this before, Rachel," he continued, his voice raw with emotion. "I've never felt so... alive. Like I'm finally doing something real, something that matters."
Rachel looked away, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should say something, something to stop this, to make him see reason. But the words stuck in her throat, choked off by the overwhelming sensation of his presence, of the passion they had just shared.
“This is just sex Percy, nothing more.” Rachel said.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, her palms sweating. She knew she should tell him to stop, to put some distance between them, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not with him standing so close, his body still radiating heat from their intense lovemaking.
Percy stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "I know Rachel. I don’t want anything more than sex.” He smiled wickedly, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and challenge. “Isn’t that what you want too, Oracle? A little fun on the side, a secret tryst to spice up your lonely nights?”
Rachel swallowed hard, the weight of his words heavy on her chest. She knew he was right. She knew she wanted him, more than she had ever wanted anyone before. But she also knew the consequences of their actions, the danger they were putting themselves in.
“We can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “If anyone finds out—”
“Then we won’t let them,” Percy interrupted, his voice firm.
“This stays between us, Rachel. No one else needs to know.”
Rachel looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all she saw was determination. She let out a slow breath, her shoulders relaxing as she nodded in agreement. “Alright. But we have to be careful, Percy. Very careful.”
He smiled, a slow, wicked curve of his lips that made her heart flutter. “Careful is my middle name, Oracle.”
little did they know that Clarisse La Rue had just seen their whole encounter and she was not planing on keeping it to herself. Not when she could blackmail Percy with it. Not when she could use it to finally get what she wanted—him.
Clarisse La Rue watched them from the shadows, her heart pounding in her chest. She had seen everything, from their passionate kiss to their frantic lovemaking on the altar. She had seen the way Percy's body had tensed as he came, the way his hands had gripped Rachel's hips, and the raw, primal look in his eyes. She had seen the way Rachel had screamed his name, the way her body had writhed and bucked beneath him.
And she had seen the way they had talked afterwards, the way they had promised to keep their affair a secret.
Clarisse clenched her fists, the nails digging into her palms. She could feel the anger bubbling up inside her, hot and intense. She had wanted Percy Jackson for so long, had dreamed of him, of his strong body and his wild spirit. She had watched him from afar, seen the way he looked at Annabeth Chase, the way he touched her, the way he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. And she had hated her for it, for having what she wanted, for being the one he chose. But now, now she had a chance. She had a way to make him hers, to make him see her, to make him want her.