Page 26 of Fated In Forever
Okay, this is ridiculous. The next morning, I stood in a bedroom fit for a queen, wearing jeans that cost a thousand dollars, money that would have fed Angel and I for two months, and who even wore clothes like this?
I turned in the mirror. My ass looked amazing though.
Like, really amazing.
“I have to say, I totally agree.” Riordan filled up the entire doorway, a borrowed black sweater and matching tailored trousers concealing the honed body of a fighter underneath. A body covered in complicated tattoos, markings that stretched over muscled arms and powerful thighs.
Markings I hadn’t seen in far too long.
“Feel better?” His question was edged in heat, and then he was towering over me, hair still damp from his shower, chest brushing my already stiff nipples, and I dragged my fingers down his tight, sculpted abdomen feeling them flex as he leaned down and took my mouth.
He stole every ounce of air from my lungs with that kiss, trapping me between those powerful arms. The kiss went from demanding to punishing in an instant, our tongues tangling together, his lips claiming mine relentlessly until he broke away with a groan, eyes burning as he searched my face, frowning when his gaze drifted down to my hands.
“You need to rest, Evie. I’ve talked to a healer, they’re going to look at those veins. But…let me feed you first.” His gaze drifted to the bed, then back to me, “Let me hold you, so I know you’re okay.”
“I’m fine, Rohr,” I tugged him back down to my mouth. “Kiss me again. Just…kiss me.”
After all the fighting and the near misses and the uncertain future we faced, touching him was the only real thing among the chaos. The only thing that mattered. Him and me and…
“You promised you wouldn’t start without me, you lying fuck.” Blake was still yanking a shirt down his body, lips curled up in a snarl, that scar along his cheek puckering. “Yet here you are,starting.”
“I literally just got here.” Riordan snarled back, a trace of real temper in his tone. “You’re late, because you’re acting like a baby because you didn’t like thefucking clothing choices.”
“I’m not dressing like this.” Blake smoothed his calloused hand down the front of a cashmere sweater, the wool pants he was wearing snug inallthe right places. “I want my fucking regular clothes back. This is stupid. How can I fight in these?”
“Stop complaining. We’re not doing any fighting in the next few hours, asshole.” Riordan snapped and I ducked my head to hide my smile. They seldom fought, but when they did, they reminded me of two bickering brothers, getting on each other’s last nerve.
“Well good, because I’m not wearing these fucking clothes. I feel like I’m trussed up for the holidays.” Blake whipped the sweater off and my mouth watered as I scanned him—both for injuries and because my mate was a fucking work of art.
“But…” Blake frowned at me. “We should probably wait.”
“If either of you cock blocks me because of some marks you can barely even see, I swear, I will never forgive you.” I scolded. “Who knows when we’ll have a chance to be together again?”
No, if we went back to France, anything could happen, and I wasn’t squandering a single precious minute.
Riordan turned my in his arms, banding his arm across my throat. “Is this what you want, Evangeline? Both of us worshiping you like the queen you are?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell them I was no queen, when Blake flipped the button of his pants open, revealing that trail of dark hair, along with the sharp cut of his traps and the thought poofed right out of my head.
“Yes,” I leaned back against Riordan, devouring my mate with my eyes. “That’s exactly what I want. All of us together. I want to…not forget, exactly, but…I just want to feel safe again.”
Because that’s how they made me feel. Safe. protected.Treasured.
Blake stripped, dropping the sweater on the floor, and leaving the pants behind him before dropping to his knees before me. “Stay right here, Silver,” Rohr purred in my ear. “I want to hear every fucking sound that comes out of your mouth while he eats your pussy, then we’re going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.” Riordan held me in place, and I closed my eyes as Blake unfastened my jeans, his heated breath skating over my belly.
Then he ripped my jeans down with a frenzy that had me trembling all over, and that was before his ravenous mouth landed on my swollen pussy and began to feast.
“Blake, I can’t…oh fuck.” I came as soon as his tonguedrove into my core, thumb pressing down on my clit, head thrashing as Riordan kept me pinned against him, which was good, since my quivering thighs wouldn’t keep me up. My mate’s pleased chuckle vibrated deep through me while he greedily licked up and down, like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fucking hell, that’s it. Come all over my tongue like a good girl.”
My body clenched at the praise—and since when did I do that—Riordan’s body tense as a drum behind me. “I am dying to be inside you, Silver. Fucking dying. You’re going to come on my cock, and when we’re finished with you, every fucking male in this castle will know exactly who you belong to.”
I suspected this feral possessiveness had something to do with a certain monster, the fact this entire castle was filled with warriors and guards and Elders, and we were on unfamiliar territory.
Besides, my inner goddess preened at being desired by two powerful males—a king, no less, and an ancient warrior—and I was dying for more. I loved being shared between them, the ease with which they worked my body, knowing what I liked and what brought me the most pleasure.
“Get her on the bed,” Blake ordered, his voice hoarse. “Naked. I want to see every part of my mate. Put her on display for me.”
