Page 28 of Fated In Forever
Our love was permanent and lasting. Something we chose, and would choose over and over again. They drove away the darkness and made me feel alive. And God, they felt so goddamned good I surrendered completely.
Behind me Riordan fucked me like he’d lost all control, every stroke turning friction to an aching desperation for release, pushed higher with every barely-there brush of Blake’s thumb across my throbbing clit.
I’m going to…I have to…fuck.” I whipped my head back and forth as an orgasm tore through me, the three of us moving together, sweat and come lubricating every delicious, claiming thrust as I keened out whimpers and curses and pleas for more, faster, harder, urging them to give meeverything.
One orgasm stretched into another, Riordan taking over, one hand reaching between us, dragging down my stomach to my clit, and when he rolled my clit cruelly between his fingers, I imploded in a shower of helpless, consuming heat, screaming out his name, my core clamping down on Blake’s thick length.
“That’s it. Yes, you are so fucking perfect, Silver. Take what I give you and…Fuuuck.”
Riordon went still behind me, Blake already mid-release, the veins standing out on his neck as his body arched up into mine, every muscle in his body straining. I kept both hands braced on his wide chest while his cock pulsed inside me, aftershocks of my own orgasm rocking through my core, milking him dry.
“My turn,” Rohr purred in my ear, then he was spilling inside me, too, wetness coating my ass as he jerked and pulsed inside me, groaning out my name, over and over again,Silver, Silver, Silver…that’s right…feels so good…fuck, you are too perfect, my queen, my beautiful queen.
I couldn’t form a coherent thought, collapsing onto Blake as Riordan withdrew with a sigh, my eyes slipping closed, even though I tried to keep them open.
“You’re goingto feed from both of us, then sleep,” Blake waggled his brow. “Then I want a repeat. That was fucking hot.”
He and Rohr had cleaned me up with a warm washcloth, and now I was sandwiched between them, hazy from multiple releases as Rohr pulled me to his throat. “Take what you need, love.”
I nuzzled at his vein, avoiding the small still-healing cuts, carefully rubbing my hands over his hard, tattooed chest, my lips skating over tendons and warm skin until I reached his pulse point.
That’s it,his hand curved around my ass and squeezed. Right there. Bite hard, Silver.
I closed my eyes, already lost in the taste of him, fangs ready to pierce. I sank my teeth in deep, delicious, addictivewarmth flooding my mouth, his throaty groan of pleasure vibrating through me.
One mouthful. Another. A third.
Keep going, love, take as much as you want.
You once told me it was rude to take more than three mouthfuls.
I lied. You could drink me dry and I would die here happy, with your lips on my throat.
Nobody’s dying, I scolded gently.
I didn’twantto stop, but I did, gently licking the bite closed, carefully cleaning him with my tongue, lapping up his musky taste along with every last trace of blood. His essence sizzled through me, chased by a flare of fiery power, molten and consuming, and I disappeared inside the glorious rush.
“Now it’s my turn,” my mate insisted, turning me toward him, baring his throat.
I might have refused, already logy from Riordan, but this was Blake. My mate. My first. His blood hit my tongue with the same earth-shattering power, the same familiar, quiet strength he always showed me. As his arms went around me, I knew…
I was safe.
I was loved.
And I was right where I wanted to be.
12
EVANGELINE
The dining hall of Laith Castle was colder than it should be in May, but I was finally in clean—if ridiculously expensive—clothes, my hair neatly braided down my back, a knife hidden in my boot, poking at the food on my plate. The meat was lamb, with potatoes in a buttery sauce that should have been the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.
And, after ten wonderful hours in bed with Blake and Riordan, I should have been starving, but every time I looked down, all I saw were the hideous veins beneath my skin.
Were they getting darker? Longer?
Was I being poisoned from the inside out?
