Page 77 of Fated In Blood

Yes, I was starving, but…I wanted so much more than his blood.

I wanted everything from him.Everything. None of this was logical, nothing made sense, not in my head. But my frenzied instincts drove me to sink my fangs deep, hard and true. His hands cupped my ass when I pulled in my first mouthful, warm, rich blood flooding my mouth, my senses, sending sparks flying along my synapses like lightning.

Gasping, I pulled away to look at the marks on his throat, the onesI’dmade. Fire ignited at the sight, sending a possessive shiver straight through me, and I pressed him tighter against the back of the chair.

“That’s one.” He yanked me down and bit my earlobe, teeth catching and clamping down as I stifled a needy moan.

Only four more.I had to take my time. Had to make this last.

I dove for the blood welling up out of the punctures, making sure my next pull was slow, deliberate, deep. He groaned, an animalistic sound that stoked the flames burning in my already sensitive core, his fingers digging into my ass as I churned against him, trying to find some relief from this building pressure.

Two. That was his voice in my head, and I tried to slow down, but I couldn’t, drawing in another mouthful, then another.

I was coming apart, rubbing my soaked pussy against him, and it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. My tongue laved over the punctures, then I struck again, just to feel him jerk against me, just to know he was at my mercy. I need to orgasm sobad, but I can’t get enough friction, not with all these clothes between us.

I need more. I can’t come like this.

Five, six, seven.Too much, yet I pulled in mouthful after mouthful of blood, eyes rolling back in my head from the decadent richness of him. I was taking too much, far past my limit, but every gulp was better than the first, heady waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Hang on, I’ve got you, Silver. Don’t you dare swallow until I tell you to.

He flicked open the button on my jeans, yanked down the zipper, then his fingers dragged through my wet folds, his throat vibrating beneath my lips as he growled.What do you want? Hard and fast, or gentle?

Do I look like I want gentle?I dug my nails into his shoulders enough to hurt, and he drove his fingers up into me, deep and sure, stretching me, stroking me, my mouth still fastened to his neck, unable to swallow, held there by his command and the friction from those fucking fingers plunging in and out of me.

Then his thumb rubbed across my clit and I lost my mind, my hips moving in time to every deep stroke, everything narrowing down to Riordan.

His hands, his blood, the taste of him in my mouth.

I hated him for that. But I couldn’t stop myself either, especially as his finger rimmed my entrance then plunged in deep. I gasped and blood poured out around my mouth. I lapped up every drop then fastened my lips around the bite, hanging on for dear life as pleasure turned my bones to jelly.

Seal me closed. I need to be inside you. Right fucking now, Silver.

I dragged my flattened tongue up his throat, fingers tangled in his hair as he laid me on the rug, shoving my jeans down to my ankles. I should tell him no, I should stop this while I couldstill walk away with a modicum of pride, but instead, I widened my thighs to give him better access, toeing my jeans off the rest of the way.

“Fuck, you smell…” Riordan plunged his fingers in deep, fastening his mouth to the side of my throat, and I was swept away again in another wave of ecstasy.

He tore his mouth off my throat and rolled away, up on his feet before I could even blink, his tongue working between the fingers that had just been inside me, a low, feral growl rumbling in his chest.

He’d already unbuttoned his shirt, dragging his dark eyes slowly down my body, his hand pausing on his belt. “I need to know you’re on board with this.” His eyes never left my face. “I need to hear you say it, Silver.”

This was my chance to walk away, the chance he wasgiving me. And the choice should have been easy. But somehow, the weight of that choice stole my breath away. I could stop this right here. Ishouldstop this, leaving with my dignity intact.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, Riordan.”

I watched every minuscule movement of his powerful hands as he undid his belt and dropped his pants. I didn’t get to look at Blake. No, that experience was a blur of sensation and bliss and blood. But now…now I looked to my heart’s content as Riordan shrugged off his dress shirt.

I’d expected a king’s body, lean but soft, but what I saw instead…Beneath the sedate tailored suits and silk ties, Riordan was hiding a masterpiece. His wide, strong chest was covered in intertwined tattoos, bold markings slipping over arms packed with muscle, down thick, powerful thighs flexing below a sculpted abdomen and a narrow waist with a thin line of dark hair leading to his heavy cock.

There wasn’t an ounce of softness to him, and I lost my breath as he dropped over me, caging me between thosepowerful arms. Then his mouth crashed down on mine in a wild, punishing kiss, our tongues tangling together, his lips claiming mine relentlessly until he broke away with a snarling groan, eyes burning when he searched my face.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” I moaned, fingernails sinking deep into his shoulders as he pressed the head of his cock against my soaking wet entrance, one hand dropping to my hip to hold me in place as he worked his way in a little at a time. This was…this was fucking too much. Too much, and I still wanted more, pleasure building until the pressure was almost too much.

I bit my lip, blood welling, and he fell on my mouth like a starving male, licking and sucking, his tongue sweeping over the mark again and again.

When he pulled back…I stopped breathing.

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