Page 69 of Court of Evil

“That’s it, princess, just like that, just like how I ate your pretty cunt. That’s all for you. Look what you did to me.”

I slide my fingers inside her like she did to me. “Like that?” I murmur as I blow over her clit, and she groans, pressing into my hands and mouth.

“Like that, princess, just like that.”

I drop my head, dragging my tongue along her folds, and she moans when I slowly flick her clit. When I speed up, however, she cries out, so I do that again. “That’s it, good girl, learn what I like. If you’re good and get me off, I’ll bend your pretty ass over and fuck you until you’re so full you won’t need to feed ever again.”

I whimper at her filthy words, gripping her harder, but she doesn’t care and neither do I. Her wetness slides down myfingers as I fuck her with them, my tongue attacking her clit, and when she reaches down and grips my hair, directing me to speed up, I love it.

I drink down her lust as she gasps. “Isabella, I’m close, so close. That’s it, just—” She cries out, her pussy clenching on my fingers, and I dive down, licking up her cum as I drink her pleasure. She slumps back, pushing me away, and I fall beside her.

She pants next to me, and we lie like this for a moment before I turn my head and meet her gaze. She rolls on top of me, pinning my arms above me as she kisses me again, tasting her own cum.

“I promised to fuck you, and I meant it. Can you handle it?”

“Yes,” I murmur, arching up to rub against her.

She reaches down and directs my body, lifting my leg and spreading me to the point of pain. We somehow slot together, and I feel her cunt press against me.

“I don’t have any toys with me, so I’m going to fuck you like this for now,” she murmurs as she licks my cheek and down my neck before biting, and then she leans back, rubbing her cunt against mine. “You feel so good, and you look even better below me.”

I arch up. It’s strange feeling her against me, almost not enough to get me there, but when I look into her eyes, I almost come all over again.

“That’s it, eyes on me. You’ll watch me fuck you. You’ll know I’m here with you. Can you feel how wet I am for you?”

“Please,” I beg as I hold her as hard as I can as her hips roll, grinding her cunt into mine. It’s harsh, and my channel aches, wanting to be filled. When she catches my clit again, I scream as another orgasm rips through me. I writhe below her, yet she doesn’t stop. She keeps grinding into me until I hear her groan and pleasure explodes across my skin. I drown in her pleasureuntil every inch of me is filled and overflowing, another orgasm tearing through me at the strength of the feeding until I just whine below her.

Her lips touch mine, rough and wild, and I kiss her back, power flowing between us until she yanks herself away, releasing us and breaking the circuit.

She slumps down next to me, panting, but when her head turns and she meets my gaze, a smile tilts up her bruised lips. Exhaustion suddenly weighs on me—not the physical kind, but the emotional—and I find myself seeking her warmth.

I snuggle into her side, and I feel her stroke my hair.

Tears escape my closed eyes, and Tate simply kisses them away.

“Shh, I have you,” she vows. “You’re safe with me. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you again.”

I believe her.

CHAPTER 29

Isleep on and off. Isabella sleeps deeply, curled into my side, holding me as if she cannot bear to let me go, and I don’t mind it one bit.

Fang is a strange mix of innocence, fear, and brilliant power, and there is something so addictive about that. She could flay me alive with a touch, but instead she kisses me softly, seeking my guidance and strength.

A noise has my head jerking up.

I pull my gun from under the pillow where I hid it, pointing it at the intruder even as I tug the covers over Fang when she yelps and hides.

“Tem,” I snap.

“Mistress.” He climbs on the bed, careful not to touch Fang, and cuddles against my other side. “I missed you.”

Rolling my eyes, I drop my gun, making sure he doesn’t touch Isabella. She peeks up and startles a little, but she doesn’t complain, just curls back into my side.

“Can I join?” Ronan jokes, and I glance up as the door opens. They all crowd the doorway. Fang’s eyes widen in fear, and I snarl.

“Out, all of you.” When they hesitate, I narrow my eyes. “Now, or I will turn all of your balls into oven mitts.”

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