Page 143 of A Fate of Blood and Magic
She arched her neck to the side, and I grazed my canines across her warm skin. While I wanted to pierce her skin and taste her, I took it slow, drawing a tormented moan that I swallowed with a languid kiss. I flicked my tongue over the beating pulse in her throat, savoring the way she whispered my name again. She lifted her hips slowly, only to drop down and rock against my cock.
Wanting more, I stood from the couch and carried her to our bedroom where I shoved the door closed with my foot.
Gently, I slipped her pants down and spread her thighs apart. With an appreciative moan, I dropped to my knees with a slight smile on my face while I stared at her pretty pussy.
“Elias.” Her whimper was a confession. She was mine just as I was hers.
The world around us melted away, charging the air with desire and chasing away the sadness that lingered in every corner of our home. I savored the moment, taking in the spark Teddy ignited within me.
Her eyes radiated with that same wanton desire, drawing me deeper and deeper into this moment.
My breathing quickened, and with my tongue, I parted her, luxuriating in her exquisite taste and intoxicating scent.
I moaned out her name just as someone knocked on our front door. At least they hadn’t barged in like Brenton had.Not that it would save them from me sending them straight to Enfierna for interruptingus.
They knocked again, and Teddy let out a frustrated laugh while I leaned my forehead against her in silent resignation.
“I’m guessing it would be a bad idea to ignore them?” Teddy glared at the door.
The third round of knocks came more urgently. “King Elias.” I recognized Pietro’s voice and cursed.
After a quick kiss to her forehead, I helped Teddy pull her pants back up.
“As soon as he’s gone, I’m feasting on you.”
She inched up to nip my chin. “Promises, promises.”
I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue slipping past the seam to tangle with her tongue in slow, exploring strokes. Already lost in her, I palmed her ass, kneading it with my fingers. Her moan echoed in my head, only to be disturbed by Pietro’s incessant knocking.
I ran my hands through my hair before pointing at the other side of the room. “Stand over there.”
She pursed her lips and angled her head to the side in question.
“You are a sinful temptress,” I told her, my voice rough with need. “I need you far away so that I can answer the door without you enticing me.”
Her head fell back with her laughter, exposing that beautiful neck I hadn’t bitten in far too long. Guardians, she was the good and light in my world, and I yearned to lose myself entirely to her so that nothing existed beyond us.
She did as I requested and leaned against the wall farthest from me, a far too satisfied grin playing on her lips.
“You’re still too close,” I grumbled, making her laugh again.
I stalked toward our front door and wrenched it open, scowling at Pietro, who shifted on his feet.
“What is it?” I asked with a snarl.
His eyes flared, the yellow flashing to black for a few beats before they returned to their natural color. Instinct had me pulling on the power I still possessed that made the very air we breathed tremble with authority. When it rose and gripped Pietro like a vise, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head before me.
“We have an emergency, Your Highness,” he said, his eyes on my bare feet.
“Rise,” I told him.
He brushed his pants off, picking at some invisible lint before he met my glare.
“What kind of emergency?” I asked.
“We caught humans trying to sneak through the first tear you created,” Pietro said, straightening the blue guard’s vest he wore over his tunic. “I asked your warriors to hold them in the human realm until you figured out what to do with them.”
“Prisoners are now under Donnie’s and George’s jurisdiction,” I said.
