Page 46 of Court of Evil

“Anything could help,” Tate replies, narrowing her eyes on me as I dart my tongue out and lick my bottom lip, wanting her blood again.

She can glare all she wants, but we both know she enjoyed it.

Silly human constraints surround what pleasure means, and it seems she is sticking to them as she warns me with a glare. Pleasure is whatever you wish it to be. It can be beautifully painful, dangerous, or dark, and I know when Tate gives into what is between us, it will be magnificent. Until then, I will keep pushing her.

How cruel it must be to be born into an existence that’s so short and fleeting, where your greatest nemesis is time and yourself.

“Okay, well, most of the bodies were found near one area of the city, which led to most of the stories. There’s a rumour amongst the vamps and wolves that something is hiding in the reflecting pool. The wolves have been staying clear of Meadows Park just in case,” Simon offers. “But be careful. If it’s true, then this thing is dangerous.”

“You should warn the monster I’m just as dangerous,” she murmurs, her eyes locked on me, and something about that makes my cock harden as her eyebrow arches in challenge.

“True. After you’re done, come meet Althea. Like I said, I think you’ll get on well. Besides, she has something you might be able to help her with.”

“Well, now I’m intrigued. Okay, I’ll text you when I’m done. See you soon.” She hangs up, pressing the knife deeper. “Are you going to behave?”

“Never,” I admit freely, and she sighs, pulls the knife from my groin, and puts it away.

She relaxes back into the wall, still petting the tempest. Ronan floats before us, watching us with curiosity.

“Can you trust him?” Ronan asks. “He is a vamp, after all.”

“And you’re a ghost. What’s your point?” She smirks as she puts her phone away. “Yes, I can. I met him a while ago just after his change. He was searching for his friend and got into trouble. He’s a good kid. He wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I need to feed again,” I interrupt, finding I do not like it when her eyes are not on me. Her gaze snaps to me.

“Are you fucking with me?” she snarls.

“Unless you want me to go feral and unleash my pain on this world?” I shrug, a slow smile curling my lips.

“I need to be at full strength for this hunt,” she protests, her lips thinning.

Stepping closer, I press my finger to her chin and tip it up. She jerks her face from my hand, but I lean in, blowing my words across her lips. “Then let me feed on something else.”

“Like what?” she asks, her voice strong, but I sense the slight tremor underneath—fear and anticipation.

My hunter wants me, even if she won’t admit it to herself.

“Desire,” I whisper.

She glances at my lips, her unspoken words sliding through her eyes before they shutter, trying to shield herself from me. “No.” Her voice hits me like a dagger.

“Then I guess I’ll feed on death and pain in the city,” I drawl as I turn away.

“Fine!” She grabs the nape of my neck, tugging me back around. “If you feed from me, you won’t hurt any innocents?”

“Not tonight at least,” I answer truthfully. I didn’t plan to anyway, nor do I need to feed, but I want to feed from her.

Her lips thin further, and her nostrils flare in anger. She hates being cornered, but she still takes control, refusing to back down. “Ronan, Tem, take watch. Make sure nobody sees or sneaks up on us,” she barks out, and then she arches a brow at me. “You have five minutes. Can you make that work?”

“I can make five minutes feel like an eternity,” I promise seductively, and knowing that is her permission, I slam her into the wall. My hand glides down her front and slips into her trousers, cupping her cunt while I feed at her mouth. Our lips meet in a messy kiss, our eyes open and narrowed on each other.

Sliding my fingers through her warm, soft folds, I press two inside her. Her back arches as she lifts onto her toes to escape my invading touch, a gasp slipping free, and I drink it down in victory as I add a third finger, stretching her tight, wet heat. I felt her with my magic last time I fucked her, but I can’t wait to feel my cock sinking into her perfect cunt. I know if I try to fuck her now, she’ll gut me, so I don’t risk it. I take the scraps I am given, our tongues battling as I thumb her clit until her eyes shut on a cry. Her hands grip my shoulders, digging in like daggers, and my smile is smug as I lean back. She pants, leaning into the wall, her channel clenching around me as I keep up my quick pace. She’s close, but I don’t just want to feel it.

I want to taste it.

I want to taste the surrender on her skin.

I want this huntress vulnerable and weak for me. If I can’t have her pain and blood right now, then I’ll take that instead.

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