Page 68 of Blood Descendants
Ares’ lips come to my back, a kiss placed right between my shoulder blades. And then there’s his tongue, tasting my skin as if I were the sweetest sugar.
“Ares,” I breathe out, his name coming out desperate.
“I’ve got you, kitten,” he says, his voice rough but sure.
Every muscle in my body tightens, my breath growing shallow as he swipes one finger straight down my folds over my clit, increasing the pressure as he goes.
And I explode. I’m shoved right over the edge.
A cry comes out over my lips as my knees shake. It pulls from every corner of my body as the orgasm rips through me, from my scalp to my toes. I grip that bench like my life depends on it. Ares slams into me, pressing on that place deep inside of me that is so tightly wound, sending my brain spinning higher and higher.
Ares was named after a god, and he proves his worth right here, right now.
Moments after I reach the climax, as I begin spiraling down, Ares slides out of me. With a shuttered groan, he tightens his grip on me, and comes on the shower floor.
I’m panting. I’m quivering. I’m two seconds from collapsing onto the ground, completely spent. Completely satisfied.
Ares presses a kiss to my shoulder. And then he gathers me into his arms, my chest to his. He holds me so carefully, yet I feel completely supported and secure.
“Every inch of you is perfect, Vengeance,” Ares says as he looks down into my eyes. He looks a little drunk, a little high.And I take absolute pleasure that it was me who could make him look like this. “Every night, every morning, I want you. Every dark stare, every curve, every lock of hair. You undo me, Lana.”
I gather my strength, raising a hand to the back of his neck, kissing the man I’ve fallen for, the man I’d trade my soul for. “You’re my favorite new addiction, Venom.”
I grab the shampoo, squeezing out a dollop onto my hand. With a soft smile, I scrub my fingers through Ares’ hair. He lets his own hands slide over my body, undemanding, simply appreciative. I lather up the body wash next, taking my time as I scrub down every tattooed, beautiful inch of him. And Ares lets me, his head tipping back in appreciation of my touch. And it’s everything, the fact that I can make him feel this way. The fact that this man chooses me. That he worships me just as much as I do him.
We rinse off, and Ares hands me a fluffy towel as I shut off the water. Wrapped and comfortable, I step out of the shower, looking at the two of us in the mirror. Ares’ hair drips into his face, the towel wrapped low on his hips. Me, with my towel tucked under my arms, Ares towering above me in height.
“We look like we belong together,” I muse aloud. And I mean it. Staring at the two of us, side by side, we look like the perfect match.
Ares walks to my side, his hungry eyes fixed on me. He wraps his hands around my waist from behind, staring at us in the mirror over my shoulder. “Yeah, we do.”
He presses a kiss to my cheek, his breath warm and comforting. But I hear his breathing change, a little more concentrated, a little more dangerous. “I found a shell company my father is the owner of,” he says. And his tone tells me this isthe last thing he wants to talk about right, but the fact that he is talking about it right now, considering the beautiful moments we’ve just created, tells me it’s wildly important.
“And?” I encourage, my brows lifting. He has my full attention.
Ares turns, leaning back against the counter. “It only owns one building. Near the airport in Newark.”
“Does Augustus own any other property in New Jersey?” I question.
Ares shrugs. “He owns plenty outside of New York, but nothing unexpected. But this building looks like a warehouse from what I can see online. I thought we could go check it out. My instincts are telling me it’s something.”
I admit to myself that this doesn’t seem like it will lead to much. Augustus owns tons of real estate. But the shell company. That this is the only property under it. That is strange.
“Okay,” I nod. “Let’s go.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re both dressed and walking out of the elevator. Ares hands me my helmet and climbs on the motorcycle. And while it was terrifying the first few times I climbed on behind this man, it feels as natural as breathing now. I slip into my seat and wrap my arms around Ares as he backs the bike out of its parked space and then points it to the exit.
The night is surprisingly peaceful as we roll onto the road. In fact, it’s some of the lightest I’ve seen the traffic in ages. Ares expertly navigates us through the streets, through the Lincoln Tunnel, and merges into traffic as we cross into New Jersey.
Just thirty minutes after we left our apartment, Ares slows the bike as we make the last turn. The area is extremelyindustrial, so it’s totally dead this time of night. A few cargo ships wait at the docks, their lights brilliant but without too much activity going on. Ares slows as we approach the address.
It looks like a warehouse, alright. It has old red, corrugated siding that’s starting to rust. I see two broken windows from here. But there is a thick padlock on the front door.
Ares pulls into the parking lot of the building next door, tucked beneath some trees, making it nearly impossible to see. I climb off the back, pulling the helmet off and putting it back on the bike as Ares dismounts.
“This certainly isn’t Augustus’ usual purchase,” Ares says, keeping his voice low as we cross the parking lot into the small parking area of Augustus’ warehouse. “And he only buys shit that can make him more money. This place looks abandoned.”
“He’s definitely wanting to keep people out, though,” I remark, pointing to the chained and locked front door.
