Page 87 of The Powers of Nyx

She swallowed audibly and arched into my hand. “Please, Maeve.”

“You are so needy,a mhuirnín.” I teased her through her panties, feeling my own desire heighten as her arousal perfumed the air. Intoxicating wasn’t the right word.

And for the first time in years, I wanted it, too. I’d been starved before Ivy, and now, I knew she was the sustenance I needed.

Pressing down on her clit with my middle finger, I toyed with the nub as she made a whimpering sound. “Please,” she begged, writhing in my grip. “I can’t wait anymore, Maeve,please.”

I gave her hard nipple a pinch, and smiled at the yelp Ivy gave. “Go lie down and spread your legs for me. Show me my meal.”

My Queen scrambled from my grasp and did as she was told, taking her panties off in the process. I’d intended on tearing them off her, but I also knew she’d fought with Elias about doing the same.

She spared me a narrowed glance before shaking her head and swaying her full hips. “Beasts, all of you. I don’t know what it is with you guys and panty tearing, but unless you’re replacing them—”

“I promise to do worse if you don’t lay down.”

Ivy grinned, and my heart gave another stuttering beat as I watched her. It was sensual, the way she climbed onto the settee. Slow and deliberate, she lowered herself down onto the velvet, lying back against one of the cushions with her knees pressed together. Dark hair fanned around her; she looked delectable, perfect, andmine.

“Spread your legs for me,” I commanded, stepping up beside the chaise. I took in her milky flesh, the softness of her stomach and the wideness of her hips, the suppleness of her waist and the fullness of her breasts. “Hook one over the back of the lounge,a mhuirnín, and show me your pink pussy by dropping the other to the floor.”

Ivy’s eyes darkened as she followed my directions. She brought one leg up and hooked it over the back of the lounge. Then, with a deliberate slowness, she moved the other foot to the floor, opening herself wide for me.

I took in her silky core, the wetness already gathering at her entrance. “Beautiful,” I murmured, sucking in a breath. Her scent, thick with arousal, filled my lungs. “I’m going to taste you, Ivy, and you’re going to let me have all of you. Your pussy is mine.”

Ivy’s hooded eyes met mine, so I let the beast out.

I pounced, landing atop her wanting body, and claimed her mouth with my own. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat, but didn’t fight me. Not as my fangs scraped over her bottom lip, and not as my fingers circled her thick thigh, tugging her legs further apart.

Each kiss I trailed down her skin ignited a burning need in my chest, one I couldn’t ignore anymore. This moment was about us sharing an experience. She was giving me life, and for that, I would make her come and settle the magic building within her.

I captured one of her full breasts in my mouth and nipped at the bud of her nipple. Ivy made a mewling sound, her breaths sharp as she arched into my mouth.

“Shit, I don’t know what it is about you guys, but I could actually come from this,” she grunted, her back arching.

I hummed low in my throat as I toyed with her other nipple, pressing the soft peak between my fingers. “I could make you come like this,” I replied, letting the tips of my fangs scrape over her flesh. “But I would rather taste you when that happens.”

“Please, Maeve.” She writhed with my ministrations, each tweak earning me another soft sound.

Before she could find release, I continued my path down her supple body, kissing each silvery-pink stretch mark sliding up her stomach. I made sure each kiss was a promise, one I so desperately hoped she would return once she saw the destruction of my own body left byhim.

Ivy squirmed until my lips closed around her clit. She breathed my name as I sucked the bud into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, my name a prayer on her plump lips. Through the bond, I felt her need to come. Her release flooded my mouth, the taste of her better than any drop of blood before her.

She tangled her fingers in my hair as she rode my face, until she huffed a breath. When I looked up, her cheeks were pink. “Sorry, I know—”

“You did nothing wrong. But I’m still going to make you come again while I feed. Do you think you can do that?” I asked, trailing a finger over her swollen clit, circling the hooded bundle of nerves.

Ivy tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.

“Good.” I traced a light path down to her silky opening before sliding a single finger inside her. Her tight heat clamped around me, slick with her arousal. I pulled out and stared down at my glistening skin.

“I will fuck you with my fingers,” I stated, plunging the digit inside her once more. Ivy’s breathy moan was like a symphony to my ears, sparking that eternal beast in my chest. Steadily, I pumped into her, until she was ready to take a second finger. “As I fuck you, I will feed from you. Right here—” I nipped the supple skin of her thigh, earning me a louder moan than before. “Do you like that,a mhuirnín?”

The sound of agreement she made, and the soft rock of her hips, triggered the beast.

My fingers curled inside her as I peppered kisses against the flesh of her inner thigh. Finally completing this step would change everything. To claim her in this way…I would no longer just be her loyal soldier, a body to sacrifice in order to keep her safe. She had claimed me with her magic.

And it was my turn to claim her, too.

For so long, I’d been trapped by the nightmares of my Sire, of his manipulations and the power he’d had over me. Claiming Ivy, taking this next step, would mean choosing to move on with her. Choosing her would mean leaving my Sire—my past—behind.

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