Page 12 of Fallen Heirs

I slapped his cock and he shuddered against me.

Then I eased my fangs free again. “Is that better?”

He glared up at me. “You know damn well that it’s not.”

“Pain slut,” I teased. “I was going for slow and gentle so I didn’t awaken that in you.”

“Well, clearly it’s not all about pain for me when it comes to your feeds.”

“Clearly not. You obviously get off on being fed from, no matter how it’s done.”

He sucked in a breath, then adjusted his pants to conceal his hard-on. “It seems so.”

He shoved me back, then went around me and stepped out of the alcove.

Still dazed from it, he stumbled as he did, and I caught his elbow with a burst of speed.

“Easy.” I frowned as he grasped my arm to further steady himself. “I didn’t take that much this time, Ore.”

“Must be the spell then.”

“You did it because of Alena?”

“Not just her. My father also cornered me.”

“Why?”

“Just about a lot of things. He wants me to return to the DFR for a while.”

“Are you going to?”

“I can’t. Not when Alena is still grieving and trying to work through what happened with Constantine. She might be all over us physically now, but the wounds certainly haven’t healed. In fact, she might be using all this fucking to avoid dealing with it, and her mother’s death. We’re all reeling. I can’t be away.”

“I’ll help.”

“You’re reeling too.”

“As are you. You just spelled yourself, for fuck’s sakes. Yet you’re fighting to hold us all together while you’re also hurting yourself. I can do the same.”

He breathed a heavy sigh. “Thank you. That would take some of the load off me.” He eased back from me. “I’m okay now, stable.”

“You want to head back to the gardens, mingle and pay our respects some more, then see if Alena wants to head out?”

“Sounds good.”

We were just about to round the corner when Alena beat us to it.

She pulled up short just before smacking into us both.

“There you are,” she said. “I had to use a tracking spell to find you. The two of you sure know how to hide when you want to.” Her eyes darted to Ore’s throat, my puncture wounds on display. “You forgot to hide this,” she told him, a moment before she swept her golden magic over it, healing it like it had never been. “There. All better,” she said, smiling at him.

He frowned. “You’re smiling at me? I thought you were pissed at me.”

“I may have overreacted. I guess the emotion of the day got to me. I’m sorry. Really sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s a difficult day, little angel.”

“You were right, too.”

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