Page 70 of Foretold

“Let’s get out of here, everyone,” I call out, and Nico grabs onto Sinda to zip out first, followed by Axe, who takes August with him.

The rest of us vanish on our own.

We end up in our bedroom, and Rave is seething, pacing up and down, magic surging around him.

“He drank from you,” he snarls like an animal. Sighing, I head into the bathroom and fill up the tub. Rave follows me inside and watches me with angry, narrowed eyes. “And you just let him?”

“He was hungry, Rave. And weak. How was that going to help us? I didn’t want to see him starve—”

“You were only gone one fucking night! He couldn’t wait that long?” he growls, but even fuming, he gently helps me remove my dirty clothes from my body.

“We didn’t know it would only be one night,” I say gently,stepping into the tub and laying back. “And he had lost a lot of blood, so he was drained.”

“The thought of him with his lips on your neck, drinking your blood, makes me want to fucking bury him. The only thing stopping me is because I fucking owe him,” he rages, kneeling in front of the tub and pushing my hair off my neck to stare at the bite marks, just to torture himself.

It shouldn’t be so satisfying to watch him try to control his temper, but somehow, I’m a little amused.

“Did you like it when he did it? I know how fucking good it feels…”

My amusement instantly vanishes. “And how do you know that?”

“I’ve fucked vampires before, and…” he trails off, finally reading the room. “It was a long time ago, okay? And don’t turn this around on me. You’re the one letting Bane basically give you a fucking orgasm.”

“I didn’t come,” I promise him, reaching out and touching his face. He calms, taking a deep breath.

To have such a lethal, powerful fae melt at the touch of my hands is a privilege I’ll never take for granted.

“Anyone else makes you come, I will fucking lose it,” he promises me in return. “I don’t care who they are. They will be six feet under.”

I know that shouldn’t be so hot, but it is.

“I would have done it for anyone I care about, Rave. It didn’t mean anything,” I say, sighing when he kisses over the mark. He runs his teeth over it as if wiping it away and marking it with his own. Finally, he sucks on my neck, leaving a mark over it—territorial bastard.

“Bane said that my blood tasted different,” I also add, frowning. “Something he’s never tasted before. He said maybe it’s the succubus blood.”

He kisses down my throat. “Your blood is fucking perfect, and I don’t want to hear his name coming out of your mouth while I fuck you.”

His fingers trail down my body until they slide over my clit. “Do you know how scared I was when I came back and you were gone?”

“You found me.”

“I did. I will always find you.” He slides a finger inside me. “Always so wet for me.”

Stripping off his clothes, he joins me in the bath, pulling me to straddle him. I ride him deliciously slow and deep until we both come together.

And then he takes care of me. He washes my hair and massages my shoulders while I close my eyes and enjoy every second of it. And then he takes me to bed and fucks me again.

Why did I ever run away from this?

It feels like a lifetime ago now, but right here, with this male, is where I want to be.

Sometimes, fate knows best.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Astrid

The Vampire Queen, Larissa, takes the crown, returns to her kingdom, and calls for peace between us. I know that others out there still want me, but even so, the realm feels a little bit safer now. Prince Drake is someone I think we can trust and consider an ally.