Page 110 of Fated In Blood

I thrust into her harder than I’d planned, sheathing myself to the hilt in one stroke, and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure, fingers digging into my ass to hold me against her, hips grinding as her lips traced the vein throbbing in my neck.

Go ahead, I urged.Drink.

I wanted that fuck Malachi out of her system, to havemyblood coursing through her, giving her life, and when her fangs sank in and she began to feed, my cock pulsed, wrapped up in her tight, wet heat. I wanted to stay like this forever, with her fangs in my throat and my cock inside her, but my arms were already shaking from holding myself back.

Fuck, you’re tight. So tight, Evie, I’m not going to last.

I rocked in and out, short, shallow strokes meant to draw out her pleasure, but it wasn’t enough, not for either of us. Her lips pulled away from my neck as I pulled out and slammed back in, sliding my hand beneath one leg and lifting, opening her up so I could get deeper.

I wanted to wreck her, wanted to fuckingclaimher.

Driving into her pussy without mercy, the sight of my thick cock sliding in and out of her perfect pink sex and the gleaming mix of our juices undid me.

My jaw clenched tight as I fucked her exactly like she’d asked, lost to everything but instinct. Her soft moans as she broke apart again were my undoing. I buried myself to the hilt, and when her core clenched around me, I came apart, coming so hard I roared out her name before I collapsed, rolling to the side at the last possible second so I didn’t crush her.

We were still joined, legs tangled together, her pussy milking me with every spasm, my cock jerking in response, and our jagged breaths skating across heated skin.

She asked me to ruin her, but it was me who was ruined instead.

Utterlywrecked, heart, soul and body.

A moment later reality crept back in, the sound of the waterfall and the leaves and the forest registering over her soft, content breathing, and over the racing of our hearts.

“Tomorrow…I’ll go back to hating you for what you did. But right now, this feels kind of nice.” She lay limp in my arms,hair draped over my shoulder, lips pressed against my neck, her tongue gliding languidly over the bite mark on my throat, her fingers tracing my tattoo.

“That works for me. For now, I need to get you home so you can sleep.”

Home. Yes, I’d take her home, even though Crimson House had never truly been home to me. Only a box of bricks occupied by an ice-cold father who’d despised me and the ghost of a mother who’d given up on living.

But I was fucking wrecked over this female. Never had I wanted to belong to anyone more than I wanted to belong to Evie. There was a thin fucking line between love and hate, anyway, and…

I took a shuddering breath.

No, not Evie.Silver.

I wasnotfalling for this female.

Evangeline Silverwood wasnot mine. Wouldneverbe mine. She was poison, the child of our enemy, trained to kill my kind. She’d slaughtered twenty-one of my subjects in the streets. After this was over, I would send her on her way and never think of her again.

“Let’s get you back to Crimson House, where you can get cleaned up. Blake and I have a surprise…” I skated my hand up her bare back, my fingers tracing velvet soft skin…and hard, raised scar tissue.

“Silver…” I circled the mark with my thumb. Perfectly round. Raised.Almost like a brand. “What’s this?”

She pressed her lips to my throat in a kiss. “I don’t know. Something happened when I left the Vault.” Her words were strung together, eyes slipping closed like she didn’t have the energy to keep them open. “Then Silas found me and everything went to shit.”

She was exhausted. She’d been tortured, nearly died, hadn’t fed in days, then she’d had a double dose of my blood…and Malachi’s. I shoved that image out of my head, but not fast enough.

“Did you get cut…or burned somehow?”

I swear to fucking God, if that bastard burned her…

“Some kind of magic on the door.” She nestled deeper into the crook of my neck, and I hugged her closer, unable to stop touching her. “Like blue fire. Burned like acid when I tried to leave. But it doesn't hurt now.”

No, the burn didn’t hurt now because she’d healed at supernatural speed from Malachi’s fucking blood. “May I look at your back?”

I’d licked and kissed nearly every inch of her, but this…I hadn’t seen her back. Anger pounded through me like a war drum, my fingers skimming across the mark as I gently rolled her away from me, careful to ensure she didn’t end up on the ground.

I threaded my fingers through her hair and drew it to the side, and everything inside me froze.

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