Page 134 of Fated In Blood

I wanted him undone. I wanted him to fall apart.

Yes. Fuck my mouth. Make me yours.

Don’t tempt me, little slayer. You have no idea how much I want to ruin you right now.He sent me an image of how I looked, my dress pooled on the floor around his feet, heaving breasts barely contained by the bodice as he slowly worked his cock in and out between my wet lips.

Another gush of arousal dripped between my legs and I moaned around his girth, working one hand beneath my skirts, until my fingers found my clit. The second I touched that tight bud, my entire body rocked forward in a wave of needy want.

Make me take it all, Blake. I want this. I want you to own me.

Fucking hell. The way you look, how good your mouth feels, this won’t take long.

His hand tightened my hair and then he unleashed himself, hitting the back of my throat in one hard thrust, then another and he was lost, head thrown back, mouth half open as he panted out my name over and over again, my finger strumming faster and faster across my clit.

Don’t you dare come, Evangeline. That orgasm is mine to taste. Do you hear me?

Blake, I’m so fucking close.

You will wait for me.He grunted and thrust, spilling down my throat, holding me still while his cock pulsed and jerked, making me take every drop. When he was spent, I rocked back, met his eyes and licked my lips.

“Fucking delicious.”

That fast, he pounced, hands capturing my waist, slamming me down on the bed before he dove between my legs, swirling his tongue over my clit, working his fingers in and out of my channel in fast, brutal rhythm that had me arching up off the bed.

Yes, fucking yes. Harder.

Fucking take what I give you. You taste like honey. Fucking sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I could eat you forever.

My hips bucked violently against his mouth, his plunging fingers as I edged closer and closer to that brilliant cliff and then I was falling, plummeting towards that inevitable, beautiful crash.

And when Blake growled out my name one last time and told me to let go, that he had me, I didn’t even care about the landing.

As long as we both crashed down together.

51

EVANGELINE

Darkmore Castle looked exactly as it had before I’d planted a brick of C-4 in the wall behind Tyrell’s private chambers and collapsed half the western wing onto the front lawn.

Torches belched thick black smoke on either side of the front doors, while out on the grass guards moved back and forth, along with the huge hulking shapes of…

“We call them revenants,” Blake growled, gripping my arm. “You’d never outrun them; best chance is to dematerialize. Or climb.”

“I almost outran them the night of the auction.” I studied their jerky gait, which looked deceptively awkward compared to how fast they moved once they gained momentum. “Not that I plan to try that again tonight. Or ever,” I added, as they lifted their heads, catching our scents. A long, raspy howl broke the silence. Then another until the air trembled.

Blake was one giant ball of tension as he moved us closer to the doors. “Let’s get inside.”

“Oh, you mean where the monsters have better manners?”

“Let’s hope so.” There was a thread of worry in his voice, a show of nerves that he couldn’t hide. “Rohr should have met us out front. He’s late.”

“Why didn’t we come together?” I whispered as two stone-faced butlers ushered us inside. “Safety in numbers and all that.”

“He has his reasons.” Blake took my hand, and I swallowed at the sight of the soaring cantilevered foyer, those palm trees, and the magnificent carved dragon staircase, restored to its former glory. Bosch waited beside the steps, dark eyes fixed on me, and me alone.

Without a word, he turned on his heel and we followed, the gilt mirrors reflecting us in multitudes as we passed, me practically jogging to keep up. I couldn’t deny there was an unmistakable grandeur to the castle, but beneath the layers of gilt and brocade ran a slimy river of corruption.

I’m going to ward your thoughts, Evie.

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