Page 105 of Fated In Forever
I’ve already fed from Blake and your blood will do a lot of things, Malachi. I dipped my eyes, fingers picking nervously at the sheets.I need a bath. I’ve been in this bed for days and I’m sweaty and gross and…
I lifted my gaze andoh God.
Malachi’s eyes were wholly black, face tormented, consumed with lust, wide chest heaving in short, uncontrolled bursts, his hands clenched, long sinuous tail whipping back and forth.
That fucking tail.
I’d only gotten the briefest hint of what that twitching, pointed end was capable of, but I went wet at the thought of that fucking tail. Of what it could do. Where it could go.
His eyes went blacker.
Okay, this was a bad idea. Sending Blake and Riordan away was a bad idea and us being alone was a bad idea and…
Vicious. Look at me. His command was so gentle I blinked him back into focus.I am perfectly capable of controlling myself. Let me serve you. Feed from me, take everything you need, then we will figure out what comes next.
He settled beside me, the bed groaning like every part of the sturdy oak frame was under attack, but finally he was stretched beside me, shins and taloned feet hanging over the footboard, his too-big shoulders and horns crushed up against the headboard.
Ridiculous.
This whole situation was absolutely ridiculous.
Until his well calloused palm—another thing I had to ask him about—closed over the nape of my neck and pulled me to his throat, tenderly, but making it clear he wouldn’t stand for an argument.
Please.The word was as much a plea as an order.
Put your teeth in me. Put your mouth on me, Vicious. You haveno idea how long it has been or how much I’ve dreamed of having this again.
We groaned together when my fangs sank in, his body vibrating, mine trembling when his blood flooded my mouth and the world disappeared in a blur of pleasure and taste and power.
Malachi tasted like darkness itself, rich with nighttime secrets, ripe with promise. Strength and love and desire all tangled together, every mouthful sliding down my throat as I glutted myself. Every wounded part of me came alive, power pulsing through me in great, claiming waves, my fingers digging into his shoulders, clinging to him so I wouldn’t be swept away in the torrent.
More.His hand drifted down my body, cupped my ass, moved me until his thigh pushed between mine and my core pressed against hard, rigid muscle.Take more. Drink, Vicious, make me feel every fucking pull.
Make me fucking feel everything.
I closed my mouth around the bite and sucked.
Hard.
Ruthless. Demanding.Possessive.
He moaned, an agonized, needy sound, body desperately jerking beneath me, so wild, so uncontrolled, a burst of smug pride shot through me, knowing I could bring this monster to his knees with just my mouth.
You could bring me to my knees with less, Vicious.
I belong to you.
Every piece of me is yours.
I clamped down harder, tongue tracing his skin, wildfire burning through me, reckless and out of control, igniting an inferno in its wake. I needed friction and pressure; I needed his cock and his tongue and that fucking tail I’d had way too many fantasies about.
Not as many fantasies as I’ve had.Something sinuous and smooth glided along my leg, wrapped around my ankle andsqueezed.
That poured gasoline on the wildfireand I licked the punctures closed, grinding myself against him, searching for enough friction to take this needy edge off.I need…
He was gone. No, he was above me. No, he was dragging me to the edge of the bed and pushing my panties to the side.
Fuck, this was disorienting.
