Page 127 of Fated In Blood

One hand curled around the back of my neck and pinned me down, and this time he grunted, driving into me hard enough to drive me across the bed, my cheek dragging across the mattress. His other reached beneath me to tease my clit, my chest heaving as I fought to get enough air, my body caught in the push-pull tightness of pleasure, the thickness of him inside me, and the wave that was ready to crash down and obliterate me.

Every hard, possessive stroke did exactly what Riordan promised. Branded me from the inside. This was everything I craved, yet not enough.

I was fracturing apart and moaning out his name, a foul curse, a plea for this to never end.

“That’s it. Come for me, Silver. Drench my cock before I fill you up.” He teased my clit, driving into me with long, powerful glides, holding me in place like I belonged to him. Pressure built in a devastating swell of power, then the world shattered apart, sending me spinning away into darkness and light, blood pounding in my ears.

Aftershocks rocked my body, my core clenching around his pulsing length, still buried inside me to the hilt as he pumped into me with short, brutal strokes. His seed coated the insides ofmy thighs, the room smelling like sweat and pure sex as he drove into me one last time.

I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath as his warmth filled me up, my core contracting around him like my body wanted to wring out every last drop.

Then the world flipped and I was on my back, hands still bound, blinking in confusion as the gauzy drapes were replaced by Riordan’s face, his jaw set like stone, eyes hooded in lust. “Do you still want my cock and my fangs in you at the same time?” he asked tightly, hand gripping my waist. “Because if you?—”

“Yes. I?—”

He drove himself into me in one powerful thrust and I turned my head, offering him my throat, preparing myself for pain but still wanting everything he was about to unleash on me. He remained buried inside me, my core contracting around him while soft lips traced my throat, gentle as butterfly wings.

A swipe of his warm tongue, a pinch, and I was floating, lost in a euphoria I’d never dreamed possible. His mouth moved against my skin reverently, like he was worshipping me as he drank, both hands cradling my head.

I felt every strong pull from my throat to my pussy, his deep groans vibrating through me. I didn’t think we could be any closer if we shared the same skin, my fingers drifting up and down his strong back, letting him drink his fill.

I didn’t know how long we remained like that, bodies linked so tightly together I could feel his heart beating like it was my own, wondering if he felt the same. Then he sighed in contentment, his tongue licking up my throat in long, soothing strokes.

“You taste like you fight.” He pulled out then slid back in, a slow, taunting glide that had me biting my lip. “Like pure fucking violence. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone like you, Silver.”

His eyes blazed with fire as he moved inside me, teasing out another low moan, and his lips stained red from my blood was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

That dark, coiling pressure built faster, higher, my hips rising to meet his until we found a rhythm, our bodies moving together, racing toward the same goal. His cock swelled inside me, I bore down on him, and he was groaning out my name, filling me up again while we both rode out our pleasure.

I was flying.

Flying so far above the earth I couldn’t feel my own body trembling, couldn’t feel Riordan pressed against me, his lips in my hair, kissing a trail down the side of my neck, murmuring words I couldn’t hear as he freed my hands, rubbing the feeling back into my arms.

I was so, so fucked.

I’d asked him to bite me and fuck me, and now…now there was no going back. We’d crossed some kind of line, and everything had changed.

Ihad changed.

I was falling in love with Riordan Graves.

That was the only explanation for this fullness threatening to burst out of my chest, the warmth flooding through me, and the tears pricking my eyes at the knowledge we’d never share a moment like this again.

“Go to sleep, Silver,” Rohr murmured, hoisting the blankets up over us both.

49

EVANGELINE

It was still dark outside when I woke a few hours before dawn, judging from the thick dew on the grass and the stars winking out in the sky.

I was alone and the divot on the other side of the bed was cold, as if Riordan had left as soon as I’d fallen asleep. I ran my fingers over the tiny flecks of blood. I’d asked him to bite me, and the sex had been mind-blowing, and now I was…I blew out a shaking breath.

I had to talk to someone—preferably a female vampire—about protection. Either that or I had to stop falling onto Riordan’s cock like a fucking hussy.

Because if Iwaspregnant…I was properly fucked.

I had to get my priorities straight.

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