Fated In Secrets (Nocturne Vampire Clan #2)

Chapter 9

9

EVANGELINE

R iordan’s needy groan sank into me deeper than his fangs, his warm lips latching onto my skin with a desperation I should have feared.

Instead, I moaned right back, pressing myself tighter against him, fingers trembling around the knife before it slipped away, clattering to the floor. I dragged both hands through his soft hair, down his beautiful face, over his powerful shoulders.

This.

This was everything . Two universes crashing together, the unfurling of a delicate flower, thundering waves rolling up onto a sandy beach. I didn’t care how much I despised him, having Riordan at my throat ranked as one of the most sublime experiences of my life.

There were no words to explain how good it felt to be held so gently, to feel his heat sink into me like a raging fire, his heart beating in tandem with mine. Every needy pull at my throat sent need coursing through me, fanning that forbidden want until desire crested like a hot, summer storm.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted time to stop, to freeze us into this perfect moment and keep us here, together, forever.

Which made no sense .

I didn’t even like Riordan. He wasn’t particularly kind to me, had maneuvered me into this situation as neatly as he’d maneuvered me into becoming a vampire, and while I despised him for both, I couldn’t hate him as completely as he deserved.

And I couldn’t stop wanting him, either. God knows I’d tried.

Enemies with benefits, if there even was such a thing.

The longer his tongue lapped, lips sealing tighter as he drank, euphoria crested higher until I floated boneless between the dominant grip of his strong hands and his greedy, devouring mouth, intensely aware of the musky scent rolling off him, the tattered clothing barely covering his healing, muscled body.

My busy fingers explored every tantilizing divot and bulge, memorizing every rambling inch of his tattoos, both of us shifting, adjusting, until I straddled him, dragging my pussy along the length of his cock, my knees braced on either side of his hips as he drank leisurely, as if he, too, wanted to draw out this moment as long as possible.

“I want you.” The words escaped before I could stop them, glad they now hung between us, glad when his hand dropped to my ass, pressed me down while he ground his cock up into me. His hum of agreement had me melting into every hard inch, feeling pure power pulse beneath his skin, his magic aching to escape.

“Please, Riordan, please.”

I fumbled between us, ripping at tattered clothes, the scent of fire and magic growing stronger as I shredded his waistband and freed his cock, his hips jerking when my fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. He deftly unbuttoned my jeans, dragged them and my panties off in one go before plunging two greedy fingers into my soaking core. No finesse, no hesitation, just pure male want and I groaned, stroking him up and down.

“ Yes . I need this inside me.” I loved how he filled my hand, my core clenching at the thought of having this huge cock stretching me wide. “Right fucking now.”

He shifted his hips, I lifted mine and then I slid down onto him, his wonderful thickness stretching my tight channel until I whimpered, fingernails digging through the ruined wool of his once-expensive suit jacket to reach skin, his fingers denting my ass as he shoved me down, sweat beading my forehead as he made me take every inch. “Fucking amazing,” he groaned into my throat.

All I could do was gasp, stuffed so full I could hardly breathe around the pleasure.

The room spun, the universe tilted, then I was flat on my back on the desk, papers and pens and God knows what else crashing to the floor while Riordan thrust again and again, fangs plunged every bit as deeply to hold me in place for his dirty, delicious plundering.

I closed my eyes and hung on.

I craved his wildness, his bone bruising assault on my body and soul, heels dug into his ass as he fucked me like he’d lost control. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked me, thrusting me higher and higher, until I reached the crest, ready to crash down…

“ Evangeline …” Riordan groaned as he thrust one last time…then stopped, that unnatural vampire stillness rippling over him a second before cold air washed over me, smelling of cedar and ice.

“Oh, one more thing, Riordan…”

I opened my eyes to find Malachi framed upside down in the doorway, that all-knowing smirk growing wider, making no attempt to look away. Instead, his gaze locked with mine, and I swore his smile turned possessive, fire devouring his irises.

For one single, dangerous moment, something dark and forbidden swirled through me, a desperate want, of his eyes on me while Riordan fucked me, until that possessiveness turned feral and unhinged.

As if he saw my thoughts, that light died away in Malachi’s eyes, “well, look at you two getting on so well. The slayer and the king, and here I thought you two were on the outs…” His brows waggled suggestively and that quickly, cold swept through me in a wave of ice.

“Get the fuck out.” Riordan’s fiery white magic speared across the room and shoved our unwelcome guest through the opening, the door slamming shut, leaving nothing but the sound of my panicked breathing behind.

Gooseflesh rose over me when Riordan dropped his head to give the fresh punctures a perfunctory swipe of his tongue, then pulled his cock out, covering himself up with his ruined pants.

I lay there stunned, half-naked, dripping between the legs, draped over his desk like a fucking pagan sacrifice.

“That…went too far, Silver.” His chest heaved as he got himself under control, the indifference in his eyes chilling me to the bone. “I…that shouldn’t have happened. It won’t be happening again.”

“Too far?” I repeated numbly. I was still coming down from my high, my trembling body rocked by aftershocks, or rather, pre-shocks, given I was cheated out of a much-needed, epic orgasm, every unrequited nerve raw and tingling.

“A mistake.” Riordan’s spoke sharply, whips of magic lashing the air around us. “This was a mistake.”

The male who’d groaned out my name like some kind of benediction was gone. In his place was the passionless king, his mocking smile barren of emotion. But my blood had worked, he was brimming with power, enough to make my teeth ache.

“Thankfully Malachi arrived when he did.” Riordan’s expression was unreadable. “I made you a promise, Silver. The last time…well, obviously, this can never happen again.” He dipped his head, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me. “But I do appreciate you granting my favor.”

Appreciate ? I pulled my shirt down, trembling fingers barely functioning. Favor?Motherfucker.

My blood had worked a goddamned miracle. There wasn’t a mark left on him, powerful slabs of muscle as perfect as ever. In fact, Riordan glowed , as if he’d touched a star and absorbed some of heaven’s immortal light.

A new aura of power engulfed him, magic cold enough to freeze the air in my lungs. But this time, the dark edges were painted in crimson, and I shivered when those icy tendrils stroked greedily across my bare skin like razors.

My blood had healed Riordan and bolstered his magic to a terrifying strength, crimson reflected in the flat planes of his dark eyes.

Or…was that some inner fire?

I yanked up my underwear and jeans, fumbled with the zipper, then the button, my fingers shaking too badly to work right. I reached for something to say, some insult that would cut him to the bone, but nothing came except choking humiliation.

I was a fool.

A fucking fool.

“This is for the best, Silver.” Riordan’s voice was as controlled as I was a total mess. “Someday, you’ll understand this is a kindness, not a punishment. ”

“Oh, I understand now.” I tried to match his icy tone, the rocky expression on his face. “This is the last time. Ever . You could be dying at my feet, and I wouldn’t give you a single drop of blood. Find another donor, your majesty, because I am fucking done .”

“Well, then, it’s a good thing Malachi came in when he did.” Riordan straightened his desk, not even bothering to look me in the eye. “Tell him that, will you, on your way out?”