Chapter 17
17
BLAKE
I read Rohr’s latest text with a bit too much excited anticipation.
Malachi is a dead male. Make him disappear.
Well, it was about fucking time. I didn’t know what the slimy bastard did, but apparently, he’d signed his own death warrant, presumably by opening his big fucking mouth.
I spent the rest of the afternoon making plans. Rohr’s hands should stay clean, but Nash would help me scoop the bastard up, then it was simply a matter of beheading or burning. Or both.
Both.
Definitely both, I decided, more bounce in my steps than had been there this morning.
Obviously, we couldn’t execute him in front of the castle, so off premise would be best. Away from Thorndale and human witnesses. Somewhere out in those woods might work.
I made my plans all afternoon as I went from estate to estate, groveling for support, threatening, cajoling, all the while looking for any sign our enemies—or our allies—were harboring Collum and Valaine.
Today I’d managed to meet with eight different families, none of them royals, but all lifelong members of the clan, all of them solidly in Riordan’s corner, at least on the surface .
When my phone dinged, I yanked it out of my pocket, glanced at the screen out of sheer habit then froze, feet rooted to the ground as all the blood in my body rushed to my cock.
A shot of Evangeline’s half naked body was displayed on my screen, her lips curved in a sultry half-smile, and I glanced at the sender. Blake’s Mate.
Holy fucking hell.
I grinned like a schoolboy, thought a second, changed my name in my phone to Evie’s Fuckboy , then my fingers were flying.
When did you get a phone?
Now. And you’re my first text. Do you like the picture?
I’m so fucking hard I can’t walk, Evangeline. I’d tell you to stop, but goddamn, I miss you so much I could eat you alive. Send me another.
I watched the three dots move, vanish, and then…
The breath squeezed out of my lungs, my entire body tightening into one pulsing knot of need. Her tongue touched that plump, bottom lip, her perfect breasts boasted tight, peaked nipples, her hand down the front of those designer panties had to be as fucking wet as…A shudder of raw, aching want buckled my knees.
Don’t you fucking move out of that bed. I’m heading somewhere private.
I thought you were taking care of important crown business?
This fucking girl … I managed to shove enough air into my lungs to take me and my painfully throbbing cock back to Markham Hall, landing in my bedroom, tearing open my pants until my cock wasn’t being strangled by anything except my fucking hand.
Now I’m taking care of my aching hard on, thanks to you. Delete that fucking picture from your phone, because if anyone else sees that, I’ll have to gouge their eyes out of their head.
I stroked myself and waited.
Stroked myself and…fucking waited.
No fucking response, and with my hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing that throbbing length, I hit the call button.
“Yes? Who is this?” She answered breathlessly.
“Delete that picture right fucking now, Evangeline. Now .” I hissed, temper and lust snapping the control I’d been exercising over myself for too long.
“And if I don’t? What are you going to do to me?” She asked slowly, fabric rustling in the background, and when she switched over to video, there was my mate, artfully spread out in front of me, all the perfect, creamy skin I was dying to bite and lick and taste laid out like a fucking untouchable buffet, her fingers lazily plunging in and out of her soaking pink pussy.
“Delete the pictures Evangeline, or the second I’m able, I will bend you over my knee and I will spank that ass of yours red.” My cock throbbed, the pressure impossible, and I stroked myself, limping for the nearest chair, “I swear I will.” Goddamn, I was so swollen, precum gathering on the wide, blunt crown as I roughly worked myself, lubricating my calloused palm.
“Spank me, huh?”
My fangs erupted when her nipples hardened to sharp points, her tongue sweeping over that full bottom lip again as she peered at me with that defiant little smile that promised the palm of my hand was meeting the curve of her delectable ass the first fucking chance I got.
“I wish I was there.” She looked at me wistfully. “On my knees, your hands in my hair as you fed your cock into my mouth. I love tasting you, Blake. Love when you take control.”
“Fucking hell, Evie, you can’t say things like that.” I was pleasuring myself with hard, brutal strokes meant to get me to completion as fast as possible, eyes glued on those dainty fingers working her pussy, my mouth watering as I imagined how good she’d taste if my mouth was on her right now.
“But you’d be such a good girl, wouldn’t you, if you were here? Down on your knees, hands behind your back, taking my cock? You’d take every hard inch, every thrust and then you would swallow every drop I gave you.”
“God, yes,” the words came out strangled, tiny fingers working her drenched folds with a desperation that had me grinding furiously, pretending my hand was her tight, wet heat. “God, I’m so close, I’m… Blake .” Then it didn’t matter that we were separated by twenty miles, that I wasn’t touching her, because when her body clenched into one taut line of muscle, when my name tore out of her mouth, I was done.
I grunted her name into the phone, covering my belly with ropes of white cum while the roaring inside my head went quiet. Wonderfully quiet, until there was only the sound of my panting and Evangeline’s soft breaths as she lay spent and boneless, the phone tipped at such an angle I could only see the top of her head and one bare shoulder.
“Holy shit.” She whispered. “Holy fucking shit.”
Evie picked up the phone and her face came back into view, looking so wonderfully tousled my heart lurched. I’d give anything to be holding her right now, to cradle her softness against me, to kiss those hooded eyes until they closed and she fell asleep in my arms .
“Damn, Blake,” her satisfied moan had me hard all over again as she mumbled, “If I knew that would be the outcome of sending my first text, I would have asked for a phone weeks ago.”