Page 54 of Inevitably Yves

“Not for the faint of heart,” Viv says. “How it works is that we’ll mix the blood along with other ingredients and our incantations. We’ll create a special sigil for it and paint the sigil with the blood on the door at Lair and anywhere else we want to.”

“That’s easy enough,” Damiano says. “You have plenty of access to vampires.”

“Yeah, but you need to hear the rest,” Viper says. “Anyone allowed in has to be inside the sigil boundary at the time of the incantation. Anyone outside of it can’t enter.”

“Fine,” I say.

“Yeah, but Yves,” Viv continues. “If they try to cross the sigil, they basically implode. I told you it was dark magic. We’re confirming with some witches I know whether this is the best and strongest protection spell, but I think it’s the one.”

“It’s the only one in this grimoire that is strong enough to block black magic,” Viper continues.

I nod, glancing at Damiano. “We have to do it to have a safe place for us. I want it on Lair’s door and here. Once my brothers are back, we’ll get started.”

The two witches nod as Viv says, “We’ll keep watch over Greer.”

“What do you want us to do, Yves?” Hale asks. “I feel helpless.”

“Rest. You and Tiago have been through a lot, and we’re just getting started. Haven and Kyson, I suggest the same for you both.”

Haven hooks his arm through Kyson’s. “Movie marathon until our men get back?”

“Perfect,” Kyson says as the two men walk to the common.

Exhaling slowly, I rub my forehead, not really sure what to do with myself for now. Damiano’s arms around me steady me, soothe me, and clear my thoughts. Gazing into his eyes, I search for the strength I need to get through this.

“I’ll be in my suite if needed,” I murmur as I follow Damiano out.

We’re back in my apartment seconds later, colliding just inside the doorway. Our mouths crash together, our bodies tangling as clothes fly. Damiano hoists me up into his arms, biting my lips as he carries me to the couch.

He sets me down enough for my feet to touch the floor, and I try to kick off my slacks in between reaching for his cock. Dami murmurs my name as he kisses and bites a trail from my mouth to my neck, sucking on my Adam’s apple before roughly shoving my legs apart with his thighs.

Words aren’t necessary right now. I know what he needs as much as he understands what I need. This isn’t about pure lust. It’s about connection, love, and bonding. It’s a reminder that Damiano and I have so much love between us, and it’s strong enough to defeat evil. The centuries apart did nothing to sever it.

Holding my gaze, he maneuvers his hips and breaches me, pounding into me so hard the furniture moves across the floor with us on it. I claw at his shoulders to hold on, inhaling the scent of his blood that prickles to the surface.

With his brow creased, lust and love reflected in his eyes, and gloriously sharp fangs on display, I know for certain there isn’t a more beautiful man on this planet than Damiano.

I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist, giving him even more access as he plunders my hole. Gods, I have waited an eternity to be fucked like this again. No one else ever could. Not the way Damiano knows my body.

His hand moves to the back of my neck as he closes the distance between our chests.

“I love you, Yves. My sweet Cillian. I’ve only ever loved you. I can only ever love you.”

Reaching up, I tousle his hair. “Dami, my Enzo. Our souls belong together.”

He nods, his eyes hooded as he shifts slightly to angle his cock. I hiss with pleasure as he smashes into that perfect spot deep inside me. In a flash, a wave of memories floods my mind. All the stolen moments, the secret touches and kisses, the way we craved each other then, even knowing how it angered our maker.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Oh fuck, Yves. Your body is paradise. I’m gonna come too soon.”

“Come inside me, love. Fill me up. Let me carry you with me everywhere I go. Mark me, scent me, ruin me for anyone else ever again.”

“Gods,” Damiano grits as he twitches and his cock pulses inside me.

I throw my head back, offering my neck to him, and he takes it, sinking his fangs into my flesh. My climax crashes into me then, vibrating through me and leaving me limp in his arms. The way I can feel my blood leave my veins and nourish my love is dizzying, and so satisfying that a second wave of pleasure pulses through me.

Damiano collapses against me, licking my wound as he pulls his fangs from my flesh. I reach down to grab at his ass, savoring the final moments of his release until he softens and slides out of me. We lie like that, bent over the back of the couch, half dressed and completely debauched, and for just a few perfect seconds, I can pretend that all is right.

“We are free to love each other,” I whisper after a few seconds. “Finally. My desperation to keep you fuels my anger towards him. I will delight in spilling his blood. He has earned our wrath.”

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