Page 67 of Blood Descendants
So, what does that mean for my future? The idea of being a kept girlfriend is insane to me. Ares can certainly afford it—if I don’t want to, I don’t have to work another day in my life so long as we’re together.
I don’t know that I want that. To be reliant on him.
But as I wrap up my last class of the day, I’m relieved it’s over. Because my head hasn’t been here all day. It’s been in the supernatural. In the hidden world that has engulfed me wholly. It’s been wanting to be at Ares’ side, working through insane shit and bargaining with dangerous characters.
I walk out of the gym that night and find Billings parked at the curb. Just as he’s been every night since I started work back up. I climb inside and look out at the city.
My world has changed so drastically over the last three weeks. It seems impossible that it has only been that long since I went to that Red party and met Ares there. It feels like it’s been years, not weeks. My entire life has been turned upside down.
I can’t explain it, but I feel like I’m exactly where fate wanted me to be, though. It doesn’t make any sense. I’m not a vampire. I’m not even a Bitten. I’m just some human woman who doesn’t always have the best survival instincts, not when someone I care about is in danger. By all accounts, I shouldn’t have any reason to be tied to this world.
But as Billings makes the last turn to my building, I feel home. As I walk into the lobby and wave to Laz, I feel like I was meant to be in this life. As I unlock our door and step into the empty apartment that looks out over Central Park, I know, somehow, without a shadow of a doubt, that this is where I belong.
I head straight for my bathroom. I strip my sweaty workout clothes off, dropping them in the hamper where the housekeeper will take care of them tomorrow. I turn the water on hot in the shower and step in.
A sigh escapes my lips as I stand under the amazing water pressure. My fingers lace into my hair, and I let the water cascade down over me. The luxury that comes with my new life isn’t too bad, either.
I lather up my hair, taking my time washing it. I deep condition it. And I scrub the most amazing smelling body wash over my skin.
I barely feel the air change as the shower door is pulled open. A pair of warm hands wrap around my waist.
A soft smile pulls on my lips as I lean back into Ares’ touch. His tattooed hands slide over my stomach, one rising to cup my breast. His lips come to my neck, and a contented sigh escapes my lips as I lean my head back against his shoulder, granting him better access to my flesh.
“Coming home to you naked, in the shower, Vengeance?” Ares growls in my ear as his hand slips lower. “I hope you’re aware I’m never, ever going to get enough of you.”
I turn in his arms, coming chest to chest with him. And the sight of all that tattooed flesh glistening wet is enough to make me quiver. “I guess we’re just two greedy addicts.”
I take his mouth with mine, hungry, desperate, a little feral. And Ares doesn’t hold back. His hands slide over my ass before he hooks his hands behind my thighs, hoisting me up in one smooth motion. He backs me up until my back hits the tile wall. And the next moment, a gasp rips from my lips as the head of his cock teases my entrance, just one second before he slides himself inside me.
I started birth control the day after Ares and I claimed each other for real. Too bad it won’t be fully effective yet.
But I’m going to enjoy every moment anyway.
Ares touches his forehead to mine, staring with such heat and intensity right into my own eyes. He gathers my wrists together, pinning them to the wall above my head as he thrusts into me again and again.
My breath comes out ragged as he pumps me. I feel so damn full. Every inch of me is occupied by him. And it’s everything, and not enough at the same time. More. I need more.
I surge forward and kiss him, taking his lips, biting andtugging. I claim his tongue. I steal his air. I pull a hand free, and it comes to his throat, appreciating every square inch of his skin as it slides down lower, down over his shoulder, sliding over the incredible ridges of his back.
I nearly moan in displeasure as Ares sets me down, but in the same movement, he bends me forward over the shower bench. He swipes his hand over my folds, caressing my most intimate area. The next moment, he sinks himself inside me once more. A breathy sigh of relief escapes my lips at our restored connection.
Ares’ hands dig into my hips, and I realize suddenly just how much control he’s having to exercise. I’ve watched Ares drive his hand straight through a man’s chest and rip his heart from his ribs without any effort. So, him applying just the exquisite amount of pressure? This man has exceptional control.
And it just gets so much damn better as he leans over me. One hand slides up to cup my breast. The other slides lower, and his fingers expertly slip between my folds until he finds just the right spot.
“You’re so damn good at that,” I pant as he swipes his middle finger right over my clit. I press my hips farther into him, begging for more.
“Fuck, just look at you,” he praises, and I can just feel the burn of his gaze as he takes every square inch of me in.
“Harder,” I beg him.
His hand comes back to my hip, and he grants me my wish. I stumble forward he thrusts so hard, but his firm grip keeps me in place, keeping me steady.
“More,” I beg, feeling the coil inside of me beginning to tighten.
Ares slides those wicked fingers over my clit and rams into me from behind. In. Out. Deprivation. Fulfillment.
Those wicked fingers play a symphony between my legs.
