Page 11 of Marked for Redemption

Mounting him, I met his thrusts, which matched the intensity. We both needed this. Chasing the high that we knew we’d reach. His hands pulled me into him, both at the neck and the waist. He controlled the air I breathed and how much of him I took. Knocking the wind from my lungs every time. I pressed my nails into his chest, drawing blood and making my mark. Colton growled like a wild animal, bucking me so hard it threatened to throw me free. I didn’t want that, and neither did he.

The room smelled of us. His sweat and mine, my arousal, and his blood. The sound of skin slapping skin, my pussy drinking his dick, and even the force of our mating was thunderous. I begged for more. Pleaded for him not to stop.

“I won’t. Do you know how good you feel?” He asked, through pants of breath.

If it was anything like what I was feeling every time he entered and withdrew, it was mind-blowing. I missed him every time I rose off him. My pussy salivated every time it welcomed him back. A push and pull of love and hate. It was the story of our lives and he didn’t even know. I gasped when he hit a tender spot. It felt good as if he’d stirred something inside me to give him even more.

It’s why we held on with even more conviction.

No air. I wondered if he’d figured out that he was free. Now was the time that he killed me in retribution for how I’d tortured him. Then I felt him lengthen inside me, spilling his seed as we both came shaking, grunting, and moaning too. The room swam around me when he loosened his grip. His fingers found my clit, and he forced another orgasm from me and I tightened around his dick.

“Every day… This is what the fuck I want.” He kissed me again sealing his hold on me. His hands stroked me affectionately, too tender for me to ignore. “How in the fuck am I supposed to top this with somebody real?” He asked before he passed out and he replaced the silence with his snoring breaths.

Gently, I stood up on shaky legs. I grabbed the drugs and administered them quickly. I stumbled to my room and closed the door. Inside the bathroom, there was a wall-length mirror that showed me exactly what I’d done. Bruises were disappearing from my neck slowly, my nipples were still hard, dried blood darkened my fingernails, and blood streamed down my legs where he’d forced himself deeper than my body could handle. My long dark hair was all over my head, framing my orgasm-glowing face. I loved every minute of my time with him. The intensity of his passion bordered on being almost too perfect.

The wet mix of blood, semen, and juices was sticky between my legs. Touching there, I swiped my finger between my folds and then put it in my mouth. This was how we tasted. The only thing missing was the taste of his blood on my tongue. That would have completed this moment.

The buzz that the pleasure of being with him created faded the longer I stared on. Taking another glance in the mirror, I saw myself for what I was. A traitor to the queen. A vampire so lost in her desires that she’d done the exact thing she wasn’t supposed to do. I strayed away from the queen’s wishes.

I didn’t deserve to be the queen’s confidant. I deserved to die like every other person who defied her orders. Sick with disgust, I bathed, washing away the filth from my skin, though it remained in my thoughts. My heart was too busy thinking of the enemy lying on the table not too far away.

What would it be like to be with him if this messy situation didn’t exist? What had he done to get on the queen’s radar? Was he plotting to kill Kiara or knew of someone who was? When I found out the information I needed, how was I going to destroy him and this thing mounting between us?

I didn’t have any answers, but I knew I needed to find them. With a heavy heart, I went back into the room where he was. I reattached his hands to the chain, and bound his wrists and his ankles, before lifting him off the table with a crane that would pull him back into position. Moving the table to the back of the room, I gave him a longing glance before I went back to my room and closed the door.

When night fell, I was going to tell Kiara what I’d seen. The map should have been enough for us to get rid of him. She could send someone else to finish the job. This assignment was no longer safe for me to continue. My emotions were much too invested in this hostage, and if I didn’t separate myself from the situation, I would end up damaging my soul.

I also hadn’t forgotten what he’d said last night. It was almost the same lines that Alistar said to Renee. Was that truly a coincidence?

ZENDAYA

When the messenger came to deliver the vials for Colton, I closed the door behind me and stepped outside.

“Can you ask her majesty to come to the door?” I asked the woman. I’d seen her a few times with deliveries but didn’t recognize her from the ranks.

“For what?” Her long hair blew in the wind as she focused.

She wasn’t extremely beautiful. More subtle and almost an afterthought. That didn’t take away from her appeal, though. Light brown skin. She smoothed her jacket as she waited.

“I have some information.”

She disappeared to the car, waiting further down from the building. The messenger leaned into the window, saying something I couldn’t hear. After a moment, the door opened, and the woman I’d initially met at the bar appeared. Hood still covering her face, she stood back some distance from me, waiting. I hadn’t expected her to come to talk to me when I’d asked for the queen’s time. She’d had to do I guess.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“That’s not important.” Her voice always seemed firm and condescending, as if she thought everyone was beneath her, scum that she barely tolerated.

“It is to me. You know everything about me, but I know nothing about you. Humor me for once. You had your people knock me unconscious. Let’s call a truce, hmm?”

“Amaya.”

“Well, Amaya… Guards are training for what appears to be an uprising. One camp isn’t far away. Can you check it out so that I can make sure that he’s not lying?” I gave her a piece of paper where I’d drawn part of the map. “This is where you should find them.”

“What are they planning to do?” She asked as she studied the paper.

“I think a war is coming. Whether or not we want it to, things are shifting. This fight for power has made us all weak, arrogant, and forgetful. There’s another enemy I think we’re ignoring. Until we pay attention, we’re all vulnerable.”

“What do you know?” Amaya asked.

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