Page 126 of Fated In Blood

I wanted us to be like this forever, with the world far, far away, and the two of us connected by something unbreakable and everlasting.

I yearned for that deeper connection, for the crippling pleasure that hungry look on his face promised, his fangs descending while I watched, white and sharp and deadly.

But no matter how hard I wished, this would never last.

“I want you to drink from me, Riordan.” The quiet plea came from far away, as if someone else had spoken, and his expression turned feral, mouth drawn back in a near snarl as I slowlyground myself against his muscled thigh. “If this is our last time, I want to feel your cock inside me at the same time as your teeth. Make me remember this, Rohr. Make me rememberyou.”

A shadow passed over his face, then he flipped me onto my back, breathing heavily, every breath mixing with my own as his knee worked between my thighs.

I wasn’t wearing much. A clean t-shirt and a pair of panties from one of the bags, the barest slip of pink silk and lace, which he ripped off in one swipe.

I tore open his stuffy white shirt the rest of the way open, buttons pinging across the bedroom until his tattoos were a map of black beneath my hands, my mouth tracing the sharp cut of his jawline. His needy, rasping groan pulled my fangs from my gums, and I dragged the sharp tips over his chest, his collarbone, but I wanted more. I wanted everything.

I flipped our positions, shoved him down onto the bed, straddled his hips, and dragged my pussy up and down his hard cock, soaking his expensive trousers with my juices.

Maybe I was marking him, maybe I was so lost in this heady bliss I couldn’t stop myself, but I writhed, trying to harness the building pressure in me long enough to reach a climax.

Riordan’s fingers dug into my ass, holding me still, and my eyes flew open to take in his devilish smile. “You’ve ruined my shirt and my pants, you wicked thing. Now I have to take them off.” His eyes burned when he dumped me backwards on the bed, his hand going to his belt as he toed off his shoes.

I blinked and he was naked, cock jutting out, the belt looped in his right hand as he prowled closer. “Let’s play a game, Silver. You want to remember this night?” His voice was so soft I strained to hear, every word sending a shiver down my spine. “Then I’ll make sure you never forget what I’m about to do to you.”

That white magic glowed at the tips of his fingers, and I scrambled away, nearly reaching the edge of the bed when something cold wrapped around my ankle and yanked me back, dragging me across the bed on my stomach.That was his magic. A glow of light rippled across the ceiling and the walls, coating everything in blue.

His hands were firm as he caught one wrist, then the other, then the pressure of his belt wrapped around them and bound my hands tight behind my back. “Riordan,” I gasped, trying to wiggle away. “You can’t tie me up.With magic.”

“I can’t? Or you don’t want me to?”

The question hung in the air as I lay there panting, hands tied behind my back, the cold shackle of magic around my ankle slowly pulling my leg wider. I didn’t tell him no. I closed my eyes as his hand traced up the back of my thigh and the curve of my ass.

“You are beautiful, Silver. I want to fuck you, but I’ll stop if you say no.” His fingers dove between my legs, tracing a sinful path up through my wet pussy, his mouth closing down on my shoulder until sharp fangs pinched tender flesh. My breathing picked up, hips bucking uncontrollably as he slid a finger into me.

“That’s it. That’s my dirty girl. You like being helpless, don’t you?”

“No. I don’t.” But my lie was ruined by the needy moan that slipped out as another loop of cold caught my other ankle and pulled me apart until I couldn’t move. His finger plunged into me to the knuckle, the tip curling as he dragged it out, my hips swiveling to stop him from withdrawing all the way.

“What a little liar.” Riordan’s voice was like sandpaper as he added another finger, his thumb teasing my clit mercilessly. “You want me to slide my cock into you so you can feel that big, blunt head part your tender flesh like a sword. Tonight, I won’tgive you any quarter, Silver. This is the last time I’ll be inside your body, and I plan to go deep enough to brand myself on your soul.”

I moaned, a pathetic, drawn-out sound that turned into a whimper when he pressed my knees beneath me, raising my ass high in the air. I turned my head so my cheek lay flat on the comforter, hands tied so tightly I could barely wiggle my fingers, his magic drawing my ankles even further apart.

“I’m going to pump you full of my seed, then I’m going to fuck you again to make sure you’re filled to the brim.” His hands squeezed my ass, probing fingers dragging moisture up between my ass cheeks. I whimpered again, trying to escape, but he held me in place, his fingers skating up and down the seam of my ass before he pressed his thumb into that tight hole.

“I only wish we had more time, Silver. The filthy, filthy things I could teach you to enjoy.” He pressed a kiss to the base of my spine. “But since we only have tonight, I’ll do what I can.”

I closed my eyes with a little sob. I was so wet, so wide open he saw every inch of me, and I was so fucking turned on I wanted everything he’d offered.

I wanted him to brand me, I wanted him to use me, I wanted…

His mouth landed on my swollen pussy with all the savagery of a feral wolf. I was so close I came as soon as his tongue pierced my folds, my tense thighs quivering, his amused chuckle vibrating up through my core as he licked up and down, over and over, like he couldn’t taste me fast enough.

“Fucking hell, that’s it. Come all over my tongue, dirty girl.”

Cold air washed over me, then his muscled thighs were braced against my ass, his cock lining up with my entrance, the wide head pressing into my opening so much bigger than I remembered.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Silver. I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first time I saw you fighting and hissing like a wildcat. Take a deep breath; this won’t be gentle.”

He drove himself into me in a brutal, stabbing thrust, and tied up like this, with his magic holding my ankles apart and my hands behind my back, all I could do was endure the storm that was Riordan Graves as he claimed me like his prize, his cock driving deeper and deeper until I felt every stroke in my belly.

“Goddamn, you are tight. So fucking tight. You feel like heaven.” Some part of me preened at his words, warmth blooming in my chest. “I need to go deeper.”

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