Page 78 of Fated In Forever
I would have argued, but he was alreadyright there, already pushing inside, his cock gliding through my swollen pussy, grunting with every inch he gained, my core stretching to accommodate his girth as he buried himself to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking hot and wet. I could…”
My mate let out a needy groan that curled my toes, withdrawing only to slam home again, harder this time, his mouth closing over the nape of my neck, fangs digging in, sawing his huge cock in and out of my cunt like he couldn’t stop. This was wild, uncontrolled, an eruption of friction and pressure and pleasure that cleaved me in half.
“Look at me.” Riordan was there, feet braced wide, stroking his cock before pressing the soft head against my lips. “Fuck yes,” he muttered. “Just like that.” I opened wide, let him slide home, let him feed the full length of that gloriously veined cock into my mouth, tilting my head back so he could fill my throat.
“That’s it,” Rohr’s eyes were so wide the whites shone around his irises, one hand gripping my hair as he slowly fucked my mouth, tugging against my scalp. “That’s mygood girl, taking me so deep, so well. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Blake picked up the pace, his mouth moving to my shoulder and biting down, like some primal urge had taken over and he was nothing but instinct and lust, fucking me fast and hard, wet, sloppy sounds filling the room as Riordan slid in and out between my lips, coating them with heat and his salty taste before burying himself deep in my throat and holding me there, eyes burning like coals.
“That’s it, my queen, look at you, taking all of me.” His cock jerked, and I swallowed on instinct, loving how his groan rolled through me like a thunderstorm, how his beautiful body trembled, the way those long shudders traveled up his torso, tattoos dancing. Then those flashing eyes found me again, pinning me down with an intensity that only fanned the restless ache inside me.
You are my world, Evangeline, my everything. You consume my every waking moment, and I dream of you every night. You make me feel alive, and I know I can never live without you, not for a moment. I know I would never want to.
Every word tumbled through my head in a chaotic rush, as if Rohr wouldn’t keep them to himself any longer, as if he’d kept them to himself for too long, and a long, slow shiver of pleasure rocked through me, this one building to a towering, cresting wave, and I closed my eyes, waiting for all that power to crash down and break me.
“My beautiful queen,” Riordan whispered, dragging his thumb down my cheek. “My beautiful, beautiful queen.” Then he was spilling down my throat, and I was swamped with the taste of him, with the fiery power only he possessed.
I was so deeply branded with the essence of both of them, their ownership stamped on my soul, and like thehelpless words Riordan had spilled into my mind, I knew that ownership went both ways, that we belonged to each other, as completely as three people could.
“I’m so fucking close,” Blake hissed and my body tightened, his thighs hot and hard against my ass, his cock bigger, thicker, more demanding, working me with every ruthless thrust. Then he reached down and stroked my clit, a vicious, fast tempo that sent me plummeting over the edge.
This orgasm wasn’t an explosion, it was a promise.
A contract written in sweat and curses and tiny, helpless noises that was every bit as binding as a blood oath.
We were meant for each other.
And somehow, in this cruel world, we were here, now, sharing this perfect moment, and as I fell apart, I would not have wanted to be anywhere else. But despite my joy, a small, empty part of my soul peered into the shadows, searching for a pair of amber eyes that were not there.
35
MALACHI
The silence was the worst part.
Which I hadn’t expected, because when you lived as long as I had, you got used to the quiet.
The long stretches of time—years, decades, centuries—between finding a real friend, someone you could trust. Vampires you could at least stand being around. Those you could barely tolerate, but filled the empty spaces. For my own sanity, I’d grown to accept the fact I would always be alone.
Then Evangeline burst into my life.
Filling every day with color and noise and an angsty sort of emotional chaos I never thought I would miss, but would give anything to have back. And so, the silence that followed Evangeline's departure was a living death, a constant reminder of what I’d given up, pressing against my chest, crushing what little remained of my soul.
I felt that aching loss every day in our broken bond, in the echoing stillness, in the way I would reach out…only to find nothing on the other end.
But as I suffered, I reminded myself she did not.
She was protected from the pain, and always would be. Perhaps her memories would fade in time, and I would slip away altogether and maybe that would be a blessing, too. I let her believe the bond broke because of the price exactedby The Book, when in actuality, I had no idea what the real price of Evangeline’s freedom was.
Maybe her being gone was price enough.
Months had passed since I'd watched her disappear. Months since I'd last heard her voice, seen her face, felt the warmth of her presence that had made the Underworld bearable.
No, more than bearable.
This castle had felt like a home.
I sat in the throne room, on the throne, which was the only place I actually fit, trying to convince myself it had all been for the best. She was safe now. She was home, with Blake and Riordan, where she belonged. Whatever changes this place had wreaked upon her body had stopped, and Fiona would be working day and night to reverse the damage.
