Page 26 of The Court of Truth

Vampire force.

Retracting, he plunges deep into me with his vampire speed, the strength behind him too, and I melt into the cushioned seat.

I can’t chant for harder or faster. It’s not possible.

He gives and he takes in his unrelenting thrusts, commanding me, and all I can do is feel.

The tingles start in my toes, coiling up my legs and spasming down my arms. Every cell in my body is alive, dancing to his pace until he flicks the switch inside of me and triggers my free fall, sending me spiraling uncontrollably as ecstasy claims me.

Wave after wave of euphoria ripples through my bones, eliciting the most blissful orgasm from my limbs.

It can’t get any better.

I can’t feel anything more exhilarating.

Until he proves me wrong.

Pain bursts at my throat, sharp, piercing pain that makes my eyes widen as I gasp, my breath lodged in my chest. The darkness that engulfs my vision quickly blasts with fireworks, colors of every variety burning in my sight as the pain turns into pleasure.

My body tightens, the waves of my orgasm ricocheting back to life as I clench around him, just as he promised.

I feel light headed.

Delirious.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

His.

The sensation at my throat eases, the swirl of his tongue over my throat a moment later wiping the blood from my flesh before his lips claim mine.

He stills inside of me, his thrusts finally relenting as I feel his cock pulse in the grip of my pussy, wringing another round of ripples from my body as my never ending orgasm echoes off the quickly approaching edges of my sanity.

My fingers curl into his hair, clinging to him as I try to catch my breath, and he tucks his face into my neck.

Heartbeats echo in my ears. Not just my own. His too. And he presses a soft kiss against my shoulder before meeting my gaze.

“Are you okay?” he rasps, and I shake my head, still panting for breath as I grin at him.

“No. I’m just as unhinged as you.”

15

ADRIANNA

You would think after Raiden thoroughly fucked me in the back of the carriage that I would be drunk on pleasure and ready to sleep. You would think after re-entering our home and delving through the remnants of what happened in the secret passageway, I’d be deliriously tired. You would think that. You would expect that.

Yet here I am, staring up at the ceiling as time passes by. Sleep eludes me, even as my men sleep beside me.

Nothing feels lonelier than being awake for the twilight hour. It’s haunting, it’s eery, it’s painful.

Despite my body being completely worn out, my mind is alive. Circling and circling with thoughts of Clementine, the attacks, and where the hell is the best place to start with it all? My thighs still ache, my muscles all but jelly, but my brain can’t take the hint that I need to rest.

I hear the ruffling of sheets as someone turns over to my left. I remain still, not wanting to disturb anyone, but the groggy sigh that echoes in my ears a moment later makes it clear someone else is awake.

Shifting my gaze to the left, it’s too dark to see much other than the outline of his eyes, which seem narrowed into slits, like his dragon is at the surface, enabling him to see in the dark.

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