Page 185 of On Wings of Blood

I hated myself for my reactions. But even more, I hated how I didn’t want him to stop.

Each touch of his fingers sent a torrent of flame dancing across my skin.

My eyes flicked back to the courtyard where the girl rode up and down on the highblood’s lap as he fed on her, lapping at her blood with a predatory yet seductive hunger.

His feeding was somehow heightening her sensations. Is this what it would be like with Blake? I tried to imagine his fangs sinking into my flesh.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the blightborn girl even though I knew every bit of this was wrong. Watching her was like watching my own transgressive desires unfolding. Raw and unfiltered for everyone to see.

Blake’s hand rocked into me, his fingers thrusting again and again. I arched backwards, a moan stifled against his hand. It was humiliating to have him quiet me. But there was something incredibly erotic about him holding me captive, too.

I whimpered as his thumb skimmed over my clit.

His name was on the tip of my lips. I’d come so close to saying it already. Somehow, I’d managed to hold back.

Down below the girl had reached the peak of her frenzy. She slammed her body down onto the highblood’s cock again and again, her cries of pleasure filling the courtyard as she rode him.

The sight of her there, the sound of her, the knowledge of her ecstasy–all of it was driving me straight towards the edge. The pressure built up inside me, hotter and hotter.

I was almost there.

“Come for me, little dragon. Fly over that cliff and fucking soar,” Blake murmured in my ear.

And then there it was. I was coming. I was lost in the feeling of heat rushing through me. Rich warmth flooding my body. I was a dragon, exploding in fire like a shooting star in the night sky.

I muffled a scream against Blake’s hand, my body throbbing in the overwhelming rush of release.

Below us, the girl’s cries rocked the marble chamber as she climaxed, her pleasure unleashed, completely wild with abandon.

Emotions flowed through me as I came back down to earth, my heart beginning to settle into something like a normal tempo.

Relief. Shock. Awe.

I had never come like that before. So fast, so hard. Not for anyone. Not for any of the awkward stable boys who’d put their lips between my thighs, hardly knowing what to do. Not for any of the young courtiers I’d let slip into my bed.

It had never been like this before. So intense. So fucking good.

Of course, it had to have been Blake.

He slipped his hand out from me, as if with the utmost reluctance, then slowly drew the bodice of my dress up over my breasts and helped me slip my arms through the straps.

I could smell myself on him. The raw scent of sweat and salt and desire. It turned me on even now to know I was all over him, coating his hand with my slickness.

It was primal and crude. He’d marked me, entered me, filled me up with himself. But I’d left my mark on him, too.

If this was how good his fucking fingers felt, I could only imagine how... No, I wasnotgoing to let myself think that. I wouldn’t, couldn’t go there.

Blake’s mouth was hot against my ear, his hands tight and possessive on my waist. “You're mine, Pendragon. Let another man touch you like I just did and you’ll find out just how much of an asshole I can really be.”

I jerked away from him, the aftermath of pleasure suddenly shifting to disgust. “You just had to ruin it, didn't you?”

He shot me a look of confusion, as if I’d wounded him somehow. “Wasn’t it good for you?” He shook his head. “You were perfect. Incredible. Everything I’d ever imagined.”

Part of me wanted to admit he’d been pretty good himself. But instead, I looked down at the courtyard.

Something had happened while we’d been standing there talking.

The girl. What was happening to the girl?

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