Page 77 of Fated In Forever
These two perfectmales had known what I needed, even when I didn’t.
Ever since I’d returned from the Underworld, I’d beenexhausted, stripped to the bone from fear and failure, doubting every decision.
They knew I needed a quiet night alone, filled with good food and laughter, cut off from the chaos that swirled around us. They pampered me for hours, waited on me hand and foot and now I was relaxed in my chair, stomach full, a little drunk, and happy.
“So.” Blake’s eyes were dark as night. “If you had one wish, what would it be? And before you answer, you can wish for anything, anywhere. A billion dollars, an island in the middle of the ocean…anything.”
I ran my finger around the rim of my empty glass, trying to concentrate over my warm, comfortable wine buzz. I wanted so many things, all of them so far out of reach, it seemed like I would jinx myself by speaking any of them aloud.
But…being in Ireland, around Aisling and her males, in this beautiful, fairytale castle, had gotten me thinking.
“When Angel and I were with mom, we had to move every few months.” My voice was soft, hesitant, the memories still so sharp, still edged with fear. “It wasn’t safe, staying in the same place for long. We never had friends, we never got settled anywhere. We never…belonged. And during those years, every night, we would wish for such grand things. Mom always called them our ‘castles in the air’dreams. Dreams so far out of reach, they could never come true.”
“Why out of reach?” Blake asked softly, his eyes burning with curiosity as he brushed the back of my hand. “Your life had to be difficult. Why not wish for things you needed?”
I pulled in a trembling breath. “I think big dreams—castle in the air dreams—are safe, because on some level, they’re so unattainable, you’re never disappointed whenthey don’t come true. You can’t really fail, because they were never going to happen in the first place.”
I couldn’t tell them that small dreams are even scarier, because when you wish for something within your reach and it never happens, those are the failures that break you. The missed opportunities, the mistakes you can’t fix, like what happened between mom and Silas.
Riordan leaned in, hands clasped between his knees, his sharp gaze burning clear to my soul. “What kinds of dreams did you have, Evangeline?”
“Well, Angel, of course, wanted her own library. Something with multiple levels and every book in the world and rolling ladders and big, comfy chairs. Oh, and those green lamps you see in all the pictures.”
“I didn’t ask about your sister,” Riordan’s expression softened. “I asked about you. What didyouwish for, Evangeline?” I glanced at Blake, watching me with the same kind of penetrating intensity, as if his next breath hung on my answer.
“This might seem silly, since you both grew up in a place you call home. You probably had bedrooms with…I don’t know, bedrooms decorated just for you, with swords and posters and matching comforters. Breakfast every morning, and birthday parties. Gardens and backyards and driveways. I never had any of that.” I dragged my finger along the edge of the table, trying to figure out how to put years ofyearninginto words.
“I just wanted a home. Somewhere I never had to leave, that nobody could chase me away from. A house that was loved and lived in and welcoming. A place that felt like this castle.” I gazed around the quiet, comfortable room, then shrugged. “I know how that sounds, but that’s all I ever really ever wanted. Everything else just feels…secondary.”
The next thing I knew, Riordan was on his knees before me, palms on my cheeks, kissing me like he never wanted to stop, like he meant for this to go on forever, his tongue gliding along mine, devouring my little needy moans, my fingers digging into the back of his neck to draw him closer.
The kiss wrecked me.
It was giving and taking at the same time, like Rohr was pouring everything of himself into his lips, into the tender way his thumb stroked my cheek, into every hot, needy breath he spilled into my mouth and over my throat as he devoured me.
With a groan, Rohr pulled away, “Now. About that surprise. We can call this second dessert, if you’d like.” His gaze slid over to the bed and everything inside me tightened when Blake pushed to his feet in one powerful move, lifted me out of the chair and carried me over, dumping me unceremoniously on the mattress.
“Hey, I never agreed…” My protest cut off with a hiss of delight when warm, nibbling lips found the bared band of skin between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my jeans and then I was being undressed by two very determined males, who were in some sort of race to get me naked.
You’re goddamned right we’re in a race. As soon as you’re naked, I’m putting my mouth on you and then I’m going to make love to you.Blake’s fingers slid between my thighs and stroked, my nerve endings singing as he plunged two fingers into my soaking wet core. Then I went into overload when Rohr’s mouth closed over my breast, his fingers skating leisurely down my side.
Something heated wrapped around my ankles, Riordan using his fire to pull my legs wide as Blake settled between them, pressing my pussy apart, eyes darkening to midnight,the longer he looked. Heat crawled up my neck, settling into my cheeks and still…he just…stared.
“So fucking beautiful. So pretty and pink and wet for us.”
I tried closing my legs together, tried to push my body up from the bed, but Rohr just chuckled, his flames capturing my wrists and stretching my arms up over my head, until I couldn’t move at all and then there was nothing but the friction of Blake’s demanding mouth on my silky flesh, eating me like a male possessed, growling and grunting, fingers denting my thighs as he fought to get deeper, shoulders pressing me wider.
You should see yourself, Rohr said into my head.Stretched out like a pagan offering, open for us to plunder, any way we want. Your mate is undone.His magic pulled harder at my ankles, holding me open, my hips protesting the strain.I want to see your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock tonight, would you do that for me, Evangeline? Will you let me fill up your mouth? Will you take every drop I give you?
I shivered from the filthy picture he painted inside my head, my sensitive skin prickling.Yes.My body was heavy and light, a waiting orgasm already building, ready to explode, but I needed more, I needed one of them to touch me, to rub my clit, to…
You’ll get what you want, my queen, but Blake needs to glut himself on you, first. He has to claim you as his, to soothe his animal side. He thought he lost you.There was a long, dark pause.We both did.
I’m right here.I lifted my heavy eyelids to find Riordan looming over the bed, stroking himself, watching me with pupils blown so wide there wasn’t a hint of navy blue. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip and tasted blood, and he movedso fast he was a blur, mouth on mine, cleaning off every last drop.
Then he pulled away, Blake rocking back on his heels, licking his glistening lips, both of them looking slightly dazed.
“Up on all fours, mate, facing Rohr, beautiful ass up in the air for me to play with.” I obeyed, settling my elbows on the edge of the bed while Blake climbed behind me, smoothing his rough palm down my spine, hissing as he explored every bump of my vertebrae. “You need to eat more, Evangeline.” he scolded gently. “We should be taking better care of you.”
