Page 59 of Fated In Blood

I eyed his freshly pressed shirt and the silk tie he was loosening. “This won’t take long.” In fact, this would be the fastest, most touchless feeding I could manage. Kind of like one of those new car washes.

“Right down to business. I like that about you, Silver.”

“Shut up and let’s get this over with.”

“Go ahead. Think of me as an all you can eat buffet.” He winked. “Except you’re limited to three plates of food. Any more and you’ll get sick.”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” I stopped in front of him, suddenly aware of the stark height difference and the fact that his neck wasfucking over my head. I could pull a chair over, but that would just look stupid now that I’d made such a big deal out of this.

“I hate to point out the obvious, Silver, but I think you miscalculated.” His smirk deepened the dimple in his chin. “But you’re the one in charge.” He tapped his throat, a good foot above me. I’d have to jump to reach it. “Have at it.”

“I hate you.”

“Hmmm, so you’ve said.” The bastard was totally enjoying this. “But you’re still feeding from me. I assume by your newly frigid attitude, you’ve decided sex is completely off the table?”

“Oh, it’s not off the table for me.” I dragged a chair over, ridiculous as I looked. “Just for you. This is probably a news flash, but I don’t need a man to satisfy me.”

“A male.” He stared down at me, head tilted to the side as his nostrils flared delicately and his eyes dropped to my hand.

“A what?” I climbed up onto the chair and now I was too fucking high.

I mean, why could I never win?

“You don’t needa maleto satisfy you. We are not men, we are males.”

I rolled my eyes. “Males, men, whatever. I don’t needanyof you.”

“Just an observation on my part, but you need something shorter than that chair.” I swore the corners of his mouth twitched. “But who am I to tell you what to do?”

“You need to keep your mouth shut,” I hissed, spotting a small bench at the foot of the bed. “Go stand over there. And don’t even think about talking.”

This time the height was perfect, but the angle was awkward. “I’m going to have to put my hands on your shoulders.” It was either that or I faceplant right into him, and God knew where that would end up. Probably with both of us on the bed and his cock inside me, and no good would come of that.

“I love your hands on me, Silver.” The bastard took his time loosening his tie, flicking his top buttons open until I had to tear my eyes away from the tattoos peeking up over his collar, the triangle of skin giving off waves of his musky scent. “I’ll admit, I’m afraid to close my eyes. You might hurt me.”

I slid my forefinger under his chin and tipped his head back until our gazes met. “Don’t worry, the day I hurt you, I’ll be staring you dead in the eye, just like I am right now.”

This time, his grin was vicious. “Of that I have no doubt.”

“Don’t move.” I laid my hands on his shoulders, careful to avoid skin, and struck hard. I timed every pull for maximum volume and minimum contact, then licked the punctures closed and rocked back on my heels, running my tongue over my teeth, seeking out every last drop. It wasn’t nearly enough but would have to last me until next time.

“You’re still hungry,” he scolded. “Again. You need more.” The bastard leaned closer until his chest brushed mine. “Come on, Silver, don’t be a coward. Take what’s being freely offered.”

God help me, but I did, relishing the sensation of my fangs piercing his skin with surgical precision. The moment his bloodhit my tongue, washing down my throat in a rich, warm wave. The thrill of anticipation in the seconds before his power hit my system, stealing away every promise I’d made to myself.

I was up on my tiptoes on the bench, my lips moving languidly against Riordan’s throat, fingers dug deep into his shoulders when Blake strolled in.

Walked right in like he owned the place.

My peaked nipples brushed across Riordan’s chest when I jerked away, foggy ecstasy turning to outrage as my head cleared. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Maybe I had no right to be pissed at Blake, given my family had murdered his, but he hadn’t even given me a chance to explain myself. Just dumped me half naked in some strange place and left me lying there.

Afterhe’d given me the best orgasm of my life. Zero points for effort.

He could go fuck himself.

“Rohr…the kingwas supposed to tell you I was coming. Seems he got distracted and forgot.” Frigid didn’t begin to describe how cold Blake’s voice was, his eyes raking over me with disgust. “He ordered me here so the three of us could have a civil conversation.”

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