Fated In Secrets (Nocturne Vampire Clan #2)

Chapter 27

27

BLAKE

Y es. This. All of this.

I was alive again.

And I’d never felt more humbled and more powerful at the same time as I did right now, with my fangs sunk deep in my mate’s throat, her body pinned beneath my weight, moaning in time with every greedy pull.

God, I’d forgotten how delicious she tasted.

How good she felt, wrapped in my arms, fragile and strong at the same time, like holding a tiger by the tail.

I drank in every subtle nuance of her taste, her smell, my lips sealing tighter on her throat as I worked my hand between us to flick open the button on her jeans, tug down the zipper, coast my fingers down warm, bare skin until I reached hot slick flesh.

And then I was drowning in her, fingers sliding between her folds, into her tight channel, pressing the heel of my palm against her swollen clit, drinking down every breathy sigh as greedily as I savored her blood.

Evie jolted beneath me, my lips sealed against her velvet skin, fingers plunging and plunging through soft, wet flesh, her hips bucking to meet my every stroke.

I took one last, long pull, drawing this moment out, my fingers thrusting in tandem to the lash of my tongue as I licked the punctures closed, then lifted my hand between us and licked her shine from my fingers with immaculate attention to detail.

“Safe to say Aria’s spell worked.”

Evie shivered against me. “Good, because if I would have had to stab you, my next stop would have been Raven’s Hollow.”

“Glad we skipped revenge tonight, because this is so much better.” Then I was lost in the press of her warm, wet mouth as she pulled me down for a hungry kiss. After all the lonely nights, that one kiss dissolved me into a shaking mess.

Evie was all fire—all spice and hungry need—and when her tongue traced over my fangs, I totally lost control, my hips thrusting hard, shoving my hard cock against her thigh, fingers digging into her shoulder to hold her still as I devoured her mouth mercilessly before she broke away.

“I need you to fuck me, Blake Marten.” Every word came out broken, demanding, needy . “Right the fuck now.”

“That’s awfully demanding.” I teased, rolling my hips, grinding my cock against the soaking wet spot on her jeans. “Let’s play a game. Let’s see how obedient my mate is, now that we don’t have a phone screen between us.”

“I’ll show you I can’t wait any longer.” Evie muttered, ripping at my waistband, but I couldn’t wait another second. I rolled off her and slowly unfastened my pants, let them drop, then kicked them away, cool air brushing over my throbbing cock.

She licked her lips, eyes traveling over me like she was branding her name onto my skin then all of a sudden, I was trying to catch my breath, tamping down the need to drag her closer and use her like the animal in me wanted to.

“Strip.” I ordered, unable to manage more than a single word without pouncing .

She wiggled off her jeans, then her soaked panties, giving me little glimpses of that wet, pink flesh I was dying to plunge my tongue into. Then she went up on her knees and with a stretch and a twist, dragged her shirt over her head before settling back, hands resting on her knees, eyes on mine.

Obedient. Hungry. Fucking perfect.

My mate was…this world didn’t have adequate words to describe Evangeline, rocked back on her heels, pert breasts begging me to sink my fangs in, lips wet and wanting, eyes asking me for…well, all sorts of things. As always, I was helpless in face of her wants, because for her, I only existed to serve.

To serve her on my knees, to love her, for as long as I had left.

“Look at me, Evangeline.” The fact she instantly obeyed sent an electric jolt down my cock, one hard stroke had a pearly drop of precum beading at the tip. “Is this what you want? Do you want to taste me?” The question came out as a gasp, my thighs trembling when she went up on her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, opening her mouth. I wound my hand in her thick, blond hair and hauled her closer, pressing my crown against her soft, plush lips.

Fuck, I was ready to spill right now.

Just from the sight of her so ready, so willing, so hungry for me.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth.” Her bare skin prickled instantly at my words. “I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, Evangeline. I’ve thought about doing this every fucking night. Thought about how wet and warm your mouth feels.” I pushed inside, stretching her lips, her teeth scraping, her tongue tracing the underside of my cock as I filled her mouth, holding her firmly in place until I hit the back of her throat.

One deep swallow and I grunted.

When she did it again, I almost came.

“God, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” I pulled out, then shoved forward, harder this time and tears sprang into her eyes, but she kept working her clever tongue along the bottom of my cock, following the vein and I growled, “Such a clever, clever girl. Do that again, Evie. Please .”

My praise sent another wave of shivers rising over her naked body, skin prickling so beautifully as I fucked her mouth, those soft lips, relishing the slightest scrape of sharp fangs, the swirl of her tongue around the tip of my cock as she moaned.

That fucking vibration went straight to my balls.

But I didn’t want to fill her mouth. I wanted to fill her pussy. Her womb. I wanted to stamp my seed so deep inside her I took root. But… I dipped my head, squeezed my eyes shut. Not now . Not until I had my shadows back and I could protect her.

Not until I became the mate she deserved, strong and powerful and something to be feared.

Only then did I realized Evie was crying—crying for real—tears dripping off her chin. I pulled out, sank down to my knees, cradled her face, searching her eyes, that blankness in them that told me she’d gone somewhere awful in her mind.

“Evangeline?” I rubbed my thumbs over her cheeks. “Come back to me, baby. Come back.” She blinked, her eyes cleared, brows furrowing as she came back to reality. “What is wrong? Did I…was that too much?” I wiped off her wet cheeks, angry with myself .

“Of course, it was too much. Too fucking much, and I should have…”

But she only wrapped her arms around my neck and held on, “Never too much. I just…” She ran her fingers down my scar, searching my eyes. “Do you think we can be happy? Really happy? Is that even possible for us?”

I dropped my face into her neck, my heart breaking a little, tears burning at the back of my throat. “Yes, Evangeline. I promise we can be happy. Even in here, you and I will carve out our own little space, fill our home with all the joy we can scrape together from this world.” I kissed the end of her nose, then each damp cheek, then finally, those luscious lips.

“Our home.” Something quiet and powerful and deep filled me, a future taking shape. “We’ll build a home, Evie, and filled with all the things we never had. Quiet dinners, just the two of us.” I gave her a light, hesitant kiss. “Nights by the fire, you reading your books…”

“You sharpening your knives.” She teased softly. “Or whatever it is you do with your time.”

“Sharpening my knives.” I agreed, sitting on the bed and tugging her onto my lap. “We’ve paid and we’ve suffered and now we take all our broken bits and we put ourselves back together and we build ourselves a future.”

I kissed her again, our mouths moving together, her fingers resting lightly on my shoulders, and this time we didn’t hurry. We didn’t crash together like exploding stars, we wove together like two ocean currents, deep and abiding and everlasting, knowing this was what we both wanted.

Where we wanted to be.

“You are so beautiful.” I told her. “Every inch of you is perfect.” My fingers tugged at her taut nipples and skated through wet, swollen flesh, little shivers trembling up and down her body.

“Since I’ve had weeks…longer, if I’m being honest, to fantasize about every wicked thing I’m going to do to you, I’ll start by licking that dripping pussy of yours clean.” I swallowed, cock painfully hard.

“Your pussy tastes like fucking strawberries. Ripe, red, sweet strawberries.” I couldn’t stop touching her, tasting her, my fingertips buried in her wet heat, stroking the inner walls of her channel, pulling breathy little moans from her with every brush of my fingers. “Tasting you…fuck, Evie.” I took a breath, my cock bumping demandingly against her soaked core. “I could tie you to this bed and suck your sweet little clit until you screamed my name a hundred times and it wouldn’t be enough.”

“Blake.” The way she hissed my name—like a command—sent another brutal jolt of need through me, her core clenching around my fingers as I pulled them free and plunged them into her mouth, eyes rolling back into my head when she fastened her lips tight and sucked, cheeks hollowing out.

“Fuck, Evie. Yes, like that. Like that.” My control was shredding. Fucking shredding .

I flattened her on the bed, an unraveled, writhing mess as I spread her creamy thighs apart and drove my tongue into her pussy like a starving male, lapping greedily, not a hint of restraint. One taste and my head emptied out.

One taste and I was lost.

Everything disappeared except for the softness of her swollen flesh, the spicy-salt taste of her essence coating my tongue. The way her body jerked so perfectly beneath my hands every time my tongue lashed her hard clit, the soft, begging moans of, more, more, more, harder, Blake, please .

I gave her everything, teeth and tongue and fingers, urged on by her cries— so close, I’m so close, Blake —before sliding two fingers deep inside. She was hot and wet and mine , bubbling over with need and energy and I wanted to fucking do this for the rest of my days.

And when I clamped my teeth around her clit, when her body bowed up into my ravenous mouth, when I lapped up her pleasure in long, vicious, unrelenting licks, wringing out the ecstasy until she was sobbing my name and her pussy clenched around my fingers, her orgasm ripping her apart, I had to be inside her.

Fuck finesse. Fuck taking my time.

I covered her with my body, took her deep in one hard thrust, sheathing myself in that deliciously wet heat that swallowed my cock like a hot, velvet glove.

“ Fuc k.” We groaned together. Evie stared up at me through hooded eyes, every bit as destroyed as me, hair a tangled mess, eyes hazed over with lust.

She was a masterpiece. And she was mine.

I threw my head back and roared her name as I sank my cock in deeper, all patience gone as I rode her, forgetting myself in the perfect glide of my cock inside her tight channel. This was raw and explosive and exactly what we needed to strip away the loneliness of the past weeks, of all the years that came before this, and a promise of how things would always be.

“Let me feed you, mate. It’s my turn to take care of you.” I cradled the back of Evie’s head and pulled her to my throat.

I might not have my magic, but I’d give her every other part of me. My body, my blood, my strength and my trust. “Take everything you need.” I stroked the back of her hair, the curve of her back as she pressed her teeth to my skin. “Everything I have is yours, Evie. Everything.”

She sank in her fangs, our bodies moving in tandem, muscles flexing as we found a rhythm, meeting each other stroke for powerful stroke.

This was true power, this bone-deep connection echoing in every heartbeat, through every ripple of pleasure, every carnal moan. I knew when her cries grew untethered she was close, and tried to draw this out longer, to revel in the pleasure of our bodies moving so flawlessly together.

We were made for each other.

Everywhere we touched was a cataclysm waiting to happen, and that spot deep inside my chest ignited like a flame as I drove my cock into my mate deeper, claiming every last piece of her.

Marking her so completely, she’d never forget me.

The pressure behind my cock built, that heavy, demanding need grinding at me with every thrusting stroke. Evangeline’s head whipped back and forth, mouth half open, eyes closed as she chased her release, then her body bowed up off the bed, peaked nipples dusky and hard and I was coming, spilling inside her, so fast I couldn’t catch my breath.

We shouted out each other’s names, clung to each other as we soared into the sky, then plummeted down, falling as if there was no bottom to our descent. This climax wasn’t a crash, this was an explosion, my head emptying out as wave after wave ripped me apart.

Evie licked the punctures closed with a sigh, my skin prickling at the wet sweep of her tongue, the brush of her warm breath across my skin.

I wrapped myself around her, scarcely able to breathe, ripples of pleasure still tingling when she leaned up to kiss me, then collapsed back on the bed, pale hair spilling across the pillow like a river of gold.

She was absolutely exquisite. So strong and so delicate, Evangeline obliterated me.

Made me whole in all the ways that mattered.

“I love you, Evie.” Her eyes fluttered open, pupils blown, a tear trickling down from the corner. “I love you so much I don’t know what to do with all of this sometimes, but I promise, I will never stop loving you, or wanting to take care of you.”

I went down on one elbow beside her, arranging her carefully so her head lay on my chest, until we were still touching everywhere. I wanted to be her bedrock, the foundation we built our lives on.

“I will get my magic back. And if Aria refuses, then I’ll…”

I looked down and she was asleep. Adorably asleep, with her mouth slightly parted and her hair askew and pink in her cheeks as she dozed against my chest. Sated and warm and safe. Emotions tangled hopelessly inside me at the sheer weight of being responsible for someone so precious.

I kissed the top of her head.

“I’ll fight to take my magic back, because nobody fucking steals from me.”