Page 109 of Fated In Blood

“I’m a bastard. But I’ve never claimed to be a saint.” I ran my nose up the side of her throat, drinking in the heady scent of spice saturated with barely contained arousal. She was a quivering bundle of nerves, and my tongue darted out, licking her velvet skin, reminding myself she wasonly a means to an end, nothing more.

“But you don’t want a saint, do you, Silver? You want the storm not the rainbow, and I’m the one to give that to you.” I buried my face in her tangled, blood-soaked hair, and never had I smelled anything so sweet.

“I despise you.” Her eyes were dark, heat radiating from her like a furnace. “I’m pissed and hurt that you said those things about me. You are a fucking heartless bastard, and the day I leave Thorndale will be the happiest day of my entire life.”

“I believe you.” I stroked my hands down the curve of her spine and Evie relaxed, her entire body softening into mine, arms coming up around my neck. “You drank from Malachi.” I couldn’t keep the accusation out of my voice, and she glared up at me through her lashes.

“I’m not criticizing…” I closed my eyes as she began to move languidly against me, heat pouring off her. “The older a vampire, the more potent their blood. Blake’s blood is more potent than mine. Malachi is older than either of us. Which means his blood…Your wounds will heal faster, but there will be other…side effects.”

Fuck, she was like liquid fire, friction building between us as she rubbed herself against me, my cock pressed painfully against my zipper. “You are so fucking wet, Silver.” I nipped her throat, wanting nothing more than to sink my fangs in deep, rubbing my thumb over her taut nipple, instead.

She was barely healed, and no matter how much I was dying to taste her, that would have to wait.

“Is your pussy aching to be filled? Or should I check first and see how ready you are for my cock?”

“All I ever think about is your mouth on me.” Her voice was so dreamy, so languid, she was drowning in a fog of lust. “Your tongue driving deep inside my pussy felt so good and I keep wondering…what would it feel like if you sank your teeth into me, right as I was coming?”

I closed my eyes, my hands moving down to cup her ass, my hard as fuck cock trapped between us. I could come right now from her sweet scent and the filthy picture she’d put in my head.

I shouldn’t want her. I shouldn’tneedher, but all I could think of was marking her as mine and keeping her forever.

“I’m taking you back to Crimson House.” I tried to unwind her arms from my neck, ignore the way her soft breasts crushed against my chest. “Evangeline, we can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

“I want you to pin me down in the dirt so I can’t move. So I have to take everything you give me.” Her voice turned rougher while her fingers tightened on the nape of my neck, nails digging in deep. “I want you to spread my legs and fuck me. No holdingback, no pretty words, just every hard inch of you crashing into me.”

Before I fully wrapped my head around what she’d said, Evie stepped away and kicked off her boots. She peeled off the leather jacket, then her stained shirt, and unbuttoned her jeans, holding my gaze the entire time, her eyes unfocused.

“Need you inside me, Rohr.” She slurred every word like she was drugged, slipping off her pants and standing there in nothing but black panties. “Need you to fuck me, Your Majesty.Now.”

She was too new to compel me, but I jerked forward a step anyway, then another before falling to my knees in front of her, hooking my finger in her panties, and ripping them off. I gripped the back of her thighs and pressed my nose to her wet sex, inhaling pure, unadulterated need, so potent I had to dip my tongue between her folds and taste her for myself.

Fucking hell.

One lick and she exploded along my synapses, then I was lost, her hands tangled in my hair to hold me in place while she ground herself against my mouth, me trying not to nick her with my fangs, which refused to retract.

Primal need roared through me, and I feasted, hands moving up to grip her full ass so I could move her like I wanted, my knees pushing her feet wider until she was hanging onto my shoulders and I was devouring her, licking as deep as I could to get every last fucking drop of her juices.

Her thighs tensed, her ass clenching before she whimpered, “Oh my God, oh my God, Riordan…”

Her release flooded my mouth, and I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t drink her down fast enough, deep enough, as she writhed against me, so completely undone I wished I could see what her face looked like, wished we weren’t in a fucking ravine.

Evangeline’s pleasure was a fucking gift, and I memorized every breathy moan, every needy whimper, counting the number of times she called out my name. When her fingers loosened their grip, I gave her one last lick and pressed a kiss to her belly.

I ran my lips up her body, palming her beautiful breast and sucking her pert nipple into my mouth before I looped my arm around her waist to hold her upright while I stripped off my jacket. Spreading the leather out across the moss-covered forest floor, I laid her on my coat and stood, unbuckling my belt and my pants before I lowered myself down over her.

“Are you sure—” She gripped my shirt and hauled me down to her mouth, her lips claiming mine, tongue dipping inside my mouth to taste and plunder, another one of those greedy moans vibrating into my skin.

“Fuck me, Your Highness. Hard and fast and deep. Don’t you dare hold back.”

I pushed her legs apart and rimmed the head of my cock around her soaking wet entrance, once, then again, watching her face. Her eyes fluttered closed, long lashes dark against her pale skin, her fangs pressed into her bottom lip, blood welling up around one of the tips.

I dipped my head and sucked that single drop into my mouth, power sizzling on my tongue.

Power…and something else.

Something darker, dangerous…addictive.

Please. Please, I need this, Riordan. I’m going to explode if I can’t feel you inside me.

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