Page 113 of The Reign of Blood

“There she is.”

That fucker. That absolute fucking fucker.

“I’m drenched,” I exclaim, not caring how late it is or how loud I’m being.

“So am I,” he retorts, and I quickly realize through my furious haze that he’s in the fountain with me, the water pouring down on him as he smiles from ear to ear.

Who the fuck is this guy?

I shake my head in disbelief. “That was dumb,” I grumble as he offers me his hand and tugs me up to my feet.

“No.”

“No?”

“That wasn’t dumb, but this is,” he breathes, pinning me to his chest, and before I can question what he’s talking about, he crushes his lips to mine.

I melt into him, clinging to his dripping wet jacket as he brings one hand to my throat and the other cups my pussy through my pants.

Holy. Fuck.

That move, thatfuckingmove.

Fighting for control is futile. He’s in charge; all I can do is succumb to his touch. His mouth claims mine, his palm grinding against my pussy as my nipples pebble, brushing against his chest.

I need him. I need him right now. I don’t know whether it’s the raw desire for him that courses through me or the need for a distraction from the night’s events, but I can assess that in the morning. Right now, all I can think about is feeling him.

“Don’t fuck me here,” I mutter against his lips, the thought of all this water makes me shudder as he leans back enough to meet my gaze.

“But somewhere?” he confirms, and I nod.

“Somewhere.”

I’m bundled against his chest again, and we’re moving in the next moment. I hear a door slam shut behind us as his scentenvelops me, and I know without looking that we’re in his room. I don’t get a chance to see, though; he fills my entire field of vision. His hands move to my face, cupping my cheeks as our breaths mingle between us.

Tugging at his leather jacket, it’s so wet that it doesn’t budge, but I have no patience for snags like this. I need to see him, feel him, and I need it all now.

I take a step back, causing his brows to knit in confusion, but I don’t bother to explain. Swiping my hands between us, I grind my teeth as I let my magic drift through the air, despite the gem on my back causing a strain. It feels like necessary magic right now.

The air swirls around us, whipping every wet piece of clothing from our bodies. With a slap, they land on the floor at our feet.

“That’s embarrassingly hot,” he mutters, kicking his shoes and socks off as I do the same. My magic can’t do that, not while we’re standing anyway. He makes a dramatic show of slowly rolling a condom down his length with his gaze fixed on mine.

I shake my head, unable to find the words as I rush at him. He catches me, wrapping my legs around his waist as I twine my arms around his neck and claim his lips. Heat burns over my skin in the most delicious way as desire fuels my every move.

He spins with me in his grasp, dropping us onto his bed with a gasp as his lips trail from mine, down my throat, and across the swell of my breasts. My back arches as goosebumps dance over my skin, elicited by his touch, confirming to him just how much I want this.

Stroking a hand down his chest, I blindly reach for his cock that’s pressed against my thigh, but he grabs my wrist before I can make it. Heated eyes find mine as his tongue sweeps over his bottom lip.

“We’re not rushing this,” he rasps, pressing little, teasing kisses on the tips of each of my fingertips as I try to catch my breath.

“Rushing is all we know,” I rasp, blinking at him as he slowly lowers his lips to my nipples, swirling his tongue around the taut peaks. I gasp, my back arching as my fingers find their way into his hair. “Please,” I beg. The inferno inside of me is incapable of dealing with the teasing. “Enjoy me next time, but right now, please, I’m begging you… fuck me.”

His teeth sink into the sensitive skin around my nipple, quickly turning my gasp into a low moan as he adjusts his cock at my entrance. “Are you promising me another time?”

“You’re the one who always rushes off,” I retort, raising my eyebrow at him. He chooses that exact moment to thrust deep into my core.

The stretch is on the brink of pain, but the euphoria that tingles through my pussy makes it all worth it. “I’ll fuck you hard and fast now, but you stay the night, and come morning, I get to feast on you,” he states, cocking a brow at me. I nod, too focused on my pussy clenching around his dick. “Say it, Alpha. Tell me you’ll be here in the morning,” he grinds out, rolling his hips in the most delicious way as my fists cling to the sheets beneath me.

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