Page 78 of Fated In Blood

His eyes were on fire. Flames flickered in the depths of his gaze, devouring every bit of the dark blue until all I saw was white—the same cold, biting color of his magic.

“Fuck, you feel too damn good.” Short spurts of breath interjected every word. He used brutal, shallow strokes to gain an inch, then another, stretching me with every hard-fought thrust. I could hardly think around this delicious fullness that felt so foreign, yet I craved so desperately.

“More, Riordan.” The plea spilled out, and I tried to raise my hips to meet his thrusts, but he wouldn’t let me move, wouldn’t let me rush him as he carefully sheathed himself inside me until our hips were flush, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat.

Our breath mingled, pleasure coiling through me in waves from this delicious pressure of holding all of him inside me. Everything was building to a crescendo, and neither of us were even moving yet, our bodies flush, hearts beating in tandem.

My eyes fluttered open to find Riordan staring down at me, then he framed my face between his hands. “Silver, I need toknow. You’re so tight…is this your first time?” He looked so concerned my heart skipped a beat before I shook my head.

“No, not my first time.” Not a lie, but he frowned. I dragged my nails lightly down his muscled back, scraping across his skin before I wound my legs around his waist and settled my heels into the sip of his spine, right above his ass. He withdrew then slid back in, a long, gliding stroke that hit some spot deep inside me and sent my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Oh God, that was…Give me more, Riordan. I want more.”

He pulled back and this time thrust back in hard, deeper, hitting that spot again so thoroughly I moaned. “Damn, do I like that sound.” He nipped my neck, the perfect mix of soft lips with the barest pinch of fangs, and my hips bucked up to meet his next stroke, a moan ripping out between my lips as he slammed in deep.

His chuckle echoed straight through me. “Fuck, you fit me so perfect, Silver. I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you come.” He drove himself home with a mighty stroke, then again, my heels digging deep into the small of his back as he rode me like he couldn’t stop, every stroke turning friction to an aching desperation.

I can’t…I have to…” I whipped my head back and forth, fingers clawing down his back, heels pressing, urging him to move faster, to give meeverything.

With a groan he answered, thrusting in and out, faster and faster, one hand reaching between us, dragging down my stomach to my clit, and when he pressed his thumb to that tender nub, I imploded in a shower of stars, screaming out his name, my core clamping down on his thick length.

“That’s it. Yes, so fucking beautiful, Silver.Fuuuck.”

Riordan froze above me, veins standing out on his neck as he came, every muscle in his body taut as a wire. I hung on for dear life, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping his arm, hisbody trembling while his cock pulsed inside me, aftershocks of my own orgasm rocking through my core, milking him dry.

Then it was over, the silence of the empty room pressing in, and he rolled onto the rug, taking me with him. “I’m glad you said yes, Silver,” Riordan murmured, winding a piece of my hair around his finger before his voice turned sad. “I do wish we were friends, because I find you very intriguing.”

No, we weren’t friends, were we?

Even though I lay sprawled across Riordan’s chest, naked from the waist down, my mouth pressed against his throat as I panted, aftershocks rocking my body, his blood smeared across my lips. That fuzzy, logy sensation crept through me, turning my limbs heavy as lead, my eyes slipping closed as his arm tightened around my waist.

I’d fed from him. Fucked him. And we were enemies.

I had no idea where that left me.

“Sleep, Silver.” I had the vaguest sensation of being lifted and set down in the chair, of him fastening up my pants and laying something heavy and warm over me. I drew in a breath of ancient leather and a phantom hint of my mother’s perfume right before my eyes closed.

33

EVANGELINE

Iwoke with my face smashed against the arm of the chair, covered in Riordan’s suit jacket, legs twisted like pretzels beneath me, and a cramp in my side. I popped my head up into darkness. Not complete darkness, though. Through the ragged drapes, from the faint glow in the western skies, the sun had just set.

Now that you’re finally awake, we’re outside in the training ring. Front doors, make a right, follow the path until it ends.

I scrubbed my face, Blake’s pissy directions echoing in my head.

I could refuse. Stay here and go back to sleep. That’s what my body wanted, filled with a languid heaviness, still slightly sore between my thighs. I wasn’t used to being at ease. In fact, ever since Angel disappeared, my life had been nothing but a race against time to rescue her, and now…now the stakes were even higher.

Get your ass out here, Slayer, or I’m coming in after you.

Keep your panties on, Marten. I’m on my way.

I carefully set Riordan’s folded jacket on the chair, then shoved my arms into my jacket and zipped it up. Just havingMom’s coat on always made me feel better. Like she was hugging me for the very last time, even though we’d had no such luxury. But I could always dream we’d had the kind of goodbye they wrote about in the movies, where we said all the things we’d never gotten to say in life and parted with no regrets.

Except that’s not how that night had gone at all.

Get moving, Silver, or Blake really will come in there and get you.

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