Page 68 of A Shadow of Betrayal

I scream and buck into him as he slams forward, seating himself fully into me as my release crashes over me in waves. Creed fucks into me, riding me through my orgasm, his hips slamming into mine so hard that I think I'm going to be walking funny tomorrow.

“More, fuck me harder!”

Creed growls, moving his hand from between us to grab my hips, pulling me back on him, using me until his cock throbs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts, grabbing one of my legs wrapped around his hip and moving it to rest on his shoulder, opening me up for him to pump into me deeper. My scream lodges in my throat as Creed snarls through his release. Warmth fills me, triggering another orgasm as he curses, his arms trembling as we slowly come down from our release together.

After a moment, Creed slowly moves my leg from his shoulder, and I moan, the ache in my muscles already present as he gently pulls his still hard cock from my battered pussy.

“Are you alright?” he asks, his wild eyes searching my face as he lays down at my side, and scoops me up into his arms, positioning me so that I'm half on the bed and half on top of him.

“Wow,” I whisper, and Creed chuckles.

“Yeah, that about sums it up.” I smile, his warmth comforting me and making me feel safe for the first time since arriving on this mountain. “You want another bath?” he asks, and I grin.

“Hmm, probably. But I need to go back to my bed,” I mutter, my words slurred slightly as my eyes shut, the exhaustion from the day slowly taking over. I don't want Jordan to worry about me or, worse, come looking for me and find me naked with Creed. Not that I’m embarrassed or anything. It's just I’m not sure Creed wants everyone to know that we fucked. I need to talk to him about this so I don't accidentally say anything to someone I shouldn't.

Creed's arm tightens around me possessively, tugging me even more on top of him as he leans down and nips at my ear. “You try to leave my bed right now, and I'll tie you up and do this all over again,” Creed growls, the threat clear in his tone as his hand moves up and down my back like he's trying to memorize me.

“You know that's not really the threat you probably want it to be,” I whisper. Creed chuckles, and I can feel him shift our bodies as he works the blanket out from underneath us.

“Sleep, Lemon Drop,” he whispers. A thick blanket settling over us and warm lips dotting a kiss to my brow are the last things I remember before sleep takes over.

THIRTY-SIX

Meyer

I squint my eyes as the bright sun reflects off the snow all around me, making it sparkle like a thousand tiny diamonds. Grinning, I gather my blue skirt in my hand and take a few steps forward, looking for the blond hair of a man I’ve been dying to see again.

“Valen?” I call out and frown when I don't see or hear him. “Valen, are you here?” I try again, to no avail. “Crap,” I huff out, crossing my arms over my chest and flinching when my arm touches my bodice’s blistering cold armor detail. I frown at my boobs and reach down, readjusting them in the dress, then sigh in frustration. “Why couldn't I have returned in the comfy clothes Valen made me?” I grumble to myself, looking down at the ridiculous slippers on my feet and making a mental note not to lose them this time around. Maybe Valen can make them into something more sturdy.

“I just have to find him first,” I whisper, looking back over the field of snow, glad that the sun is out, and it's not windy for once. Of course, it's still freezing, but at least it's not blizzarding, and I don't feel any Demons nearby.

“Valen?” I shout, pursing my lips when my calls go unanswered. “If you call, I’ll be there, Mi Sol,” I mutter in a deeper voice, mimicking him with a roll of my eyes. “What does that even mean?”

“Are you mocking me?” a familiar baritone voice asks, carrying over the frosty air with a subtle hint of citrus filling my senses, making me squeak in surprise. I spin around and look up at the pale-eyed man I’ve been searching for. Valen tilts his head to the side, regarding me with an arched blond brow, and I roll my lips between my teeth to hide my smile.

“Maybe?” My smile slips, and Valen chuckles, then crosses his arms over his chest. He’s wearing the same clothes he had been the first time I met him, and I sigh, staring at his pants with envy.

“Any chance I could get you to fix my clothes?” I ask, plucking at the dress and shivering from the cold.

“I could change them, or… you could alter the fabric's makeup into something a little warmer,” he says, then grins when I give him an exasperated look.

“You know I can’t do that.” Valen scoffs and lets his arms fall at his sides as the fabric of the dress shifts under my hand.

“I know you can, Mi Sol. You just have to practice,” he scolds, and I roll my eyes.

“Great, just another thing I have to learn how to do… Hey! Can you teach me how to heal myself? My senior is pissed at me because I haven't figured that out either. Oh!” I stop talking, looking down at the silky blue pants and long-sleeved shirt I'm now wearing, then down to my toes fully encased in ankle boots made of a similar blue fabric, then beam up at Valen. “Thank you!”

“You are most welcome, Mi Sol. And I would show you if I knew how. I'm afraid my…” Valen pauses and frowns, before continuing. “Bloodline doesn't possess the ability of healing.”

“Truly? You can’t heal yourself, either?” I ask, feeling a little better about myself. “Thank God! I thought I was the only one,” I admit, and Valen laughs.

“No. There are several of us that can’t. It's actually pretty rare for the people where I’m from to have that gift. We tend to be telepaths and dream walkers.” I frown at that, then shake my head.

“But Lennox said Hunters don't dream walk?”

“Did he? And this Lennox is who exactly?” Valen asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

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