Page 20 of Eternally Theirs

“What can we possibly envy in them? I know I haven’t been immortal very long, but now, after being at the Midnight Playground in Madrid with Ramsey, and here with you, seeing the way the vampires live—we have everything, don’t we?”

“Except the ability to die in any usual way. In any way other than by going into the ocean. Having to make that damning choice.”

Mercy’s brows creased. “Is that something you truly want, Ever?” He shook his head, and she gripped his hand tighter.

“I… don’t know. I did before you came.”

Tears pooled in her eyes, making the blue look like water, clear and luminescent.

“Ah, Mercy. I cannot stand to see you cry.” His heart twisted in his chest. He pulled her close, holding her tiny body to his. “And I must tell you, you and Deo are changing everything for me. Everything.”

She pressed up against him. Despite the emotional tone of the moment, his body flooded with need, his cock pulsing.

“Are we? I’m so glad. We don’t want you to leave us. I couldn’t stand the thought

of it.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to go anywhere. Not any longer.”

“Ever, show me now. Show me what you feel for us. For me.”

He drew back just enough to see her face as he buried his fingers in her sleek strawberry hair. Desire simmered in his blood, hot and thick, a primal force that normally would turn him into a savage, especially with another vampire. But something about Mercy, about this moment, filled him with a strange tenderness he hadn’t felt in a long time. Centuries. Not since… Vérún.

He loved her. He loved Mercy as he had loved Vérún. But no, this was different. More present. And he loved Deo in much the same way.

It hit him like a blow to the body. He stared at her in wonder.

“Mercy.”

She reached up, stroked a hand over his cheek, and he turned his face to place a quick kiss on her palm.

She took his hand, raised it to her face and kissed his palm, gazing up at him through her long lashes. Even in the soft evening light he could see how her lashes were edged in gold. Beautiful. Then her tongue lanced out across his palm before she let her eyeteeth pierce the flesh there. He shivered.

Ever smiled as he lowered his hand to tear at the silk covering her gorgeous flesh, and the remains of her chemise fell to the floor. A shudder of pleasure ran through her as he picked her up and carried her, naked, to his big desk. He laid her down on the sleek surface, his gaze never leaving hers as he undressed.

Mercy watched as Ever removed his clothes, as his lean body was revealed. Just the sight of him went through her like heat lightning, a shock of pure need. She went wet all at once, soaked and swollen. She spread her thighs, watched as his black, bottomless gaze shifted to her open sex. He licked his lips.

“I need you, Ever. I need your touch, your mouth on me. Please.”

He smiled, his sharp eyeteeth gleaming before he went down on his knees and pulled her to the edge of the desk, so that her legs were draped over his shoulders. He went to work right away, his tongue thrusting into her aching hole.

“Ah, Ever! Yes! It’s too good.”

He pushed his tongue deeper, in and out like some small, hot cock, yet softer, silkier. He began a pulsing thrust then, his hands holding her thighs wider. Her hands went into his hair, tearing the leather cord that held the satin tresses back, burying her fingers in them.

“Come on, Ever. Make me come. Over and over.”

He thrust deeper, his sharp teeth scraping at her pussy lips.

“Oh, that’s good…”

Her hips arched as her climax hit, pleasure roaring through her system, making her cry out. But he never stopped. His tongue kept working inside her, and he slipped his hands over her inner thighs, down, until his fingers were pressing inside her along with his hot, wet tongue.

“Oh…”

He shifted, taking her hard clit between his teeth, nibbling then sucking, sucking. She came again, lights going off in her mind, as brilliant and shattering as the sensations rocking her body.

Ever pulled away long enough to demand, “Again, Mercy.”

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