Chapter 43
43
EVANGELINE
B lake and I landed in my bedroom cloaked in violent shadows sparking with power. And when he unleashed himself on me, I welcomed the inevitable crash.
I needed his violence tonight.
Needed him, like I needed to breathe.
Craved the weight of his body on mine, his mouth bruising mine as he speared his tongue between my lips, devouring me like we were running out of time. I ripped at his shirt, his pants, his stupid fucking weapons belt, dripping with steel. “You have too fucking many clothes on.” I growled, in a low snarl didn’t even sound like me, filled with demanding need.
Submit to me, Evangeline . The command shattered my mind.
Make me . I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth, swallowing down his hungry groan as his hands roamed over me, quickly stripping me bare, buttons flying, fabric shredding until I was naked.
“And you don’t have any at all, mate.” The little snarling curl he put on the word mate undid me, sent already rampant desire careening wildly out of control as he flattened me down to the bed and spread my legs, fingers gripping my thighs so fiercely hard I felt the imprint of every nail.
My eyes fluttered closed when his mouth descended on my pussy, the entire room disappearing the second his tongue met starved, wet flesh. The first lick was fast, deep, devouring. The second more demanding, the third ravenous and then I was lost, rocking my hips against his mouth, hands twisted in his hair, riding a cresting wave that only seemed to crest higher and higher, but would never break, even though every demanding lick seemed intent on pushing me to a fast, brutal orgasm.
I wanted him to break me. I wanted him to ruin me, to take the memory of tonight and obliterate it forever, fill my head with carnal pleasure and a need to surrender every part of myself to him.
How I yearned for this male to own my soul, to fray to pieces in his capable hands and have him piece me back together like a puzzle only he knew the answer to. Nothing made sense, only that I wanted him more than I wanted air, or sun, or blood.
Needed him , my fingers tugging at the silky strands of his hair, hips bucking against his mouth as he feasted.
Every brush of his tongue cleaved me apart a little more, and still, I writhed between his mouth and his strong hands, caught like a bird that couldn’t quite take flight.
Finally, he raised his head, “Look at me, Evangeline. Fucking open your eyes.”
As heavy as they were, I barely managed halfway, and when I saw that look of absolute hunger on his face…another flood of fresh, molten want spiked through my core, sending liquid flooding out of me in a gush that should have made me blush, but only had me tipping my hips higher .
Offering him everything he wanted. Everything I wanted him to take.
I was so tired of being empty, I needed him to fill me.
He pressed his thumb to my clit and slid two fingers between my folds, the erotic sound of him working me sent another flood of wetness gushing over his fingers, then I lost myself in that delicious torturous play of his hand over my swollen clit. This was the best kind of torture, spinning me up into a coiled, needy knot.
I wanted it to stop, I never wanted it to end.
“Come for me, Evangeline. Let me watch you fall apart. Come .”
My body bowed up off the bed, a strangled cry escaping my lips, his tongue spearing in deep, lapping up everything my release, his thumb pressing, rubbing, pleasure crashing through me, stealing every thought except for the rolling storm at my center, and the smell of him all around me.
My hips jerked against his mouth, body quaking from raw, primal pleasure, until my body went boneless as he licked through my pussy one last time, his breaths coming fast and hard as he pushed to his feet, eyes fixed on me, hand poised at his pants.
“Is this what you want?”
I blinked, trying to make sense of the question. Shadow magic spiraled around him unchecked, as if he’d lost control, and the room throbbed with power. Maybe I should have been terrified, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t be. “Yes. You are what I want, Blake. Even an eternity with you won’t be enough.” Not a lie, not when we were so fucking perfect together.
One shuddering breath and belts and weapons, shirts and boots hit the floor. His muscular body flexed, arms bulging with strength, carved stomach tight, powerful chest shining with a hundred thin, white scars as he straightened.
Pure lust shivered through me, my core clenching at the sight of the massive bulge trying to shove free of his pants. His scent filled the room, musk and thunder mixed, thick shadows weaving overhead, obscuring the ceiling as he peeled off his pants and tossed them on the pile.
Fucking magnificent.
The most perfect male I’d ever seen, my fangs popping out at the sight of his glorious cock, thick and hard and soon to be inside me. He took my hand, shoved my fingers into my aching pussy.
“Show me how wet you are for me. Show me how you want me to fuck you.”
I held his burning gaze, dragging my fingers up and down through my slick folds, circling my clit before plunging two into my aching core, slowly, his pupils blowing wide as Blake’s gaze devoured every movement, those shadows halting, like they were holding their breath for what came next.
He gripped his cock and stroked, a bead of pearly release gathering at the tip.
“First I’m fucking you, then I’m sinking my teeth in and claiming you as mine. I’m not going slow and I can’t be gentle.” My fingers plunged in deeper and I moaned, writhing beneath his burning gaze, my channel already clenching at the thought of him driving that enormous cock into me.
“So last chance. Is this what you want?”
I was a sopping mess, the scent of my arousal drenching the air with a rich, heady aroma. Blake’s hooded eyes only made my heart pound faster, made my teasing fingers pump harder .
Aloud, I said, “Why are you wasting time asking a question you already know the answer to?”
Into his head, Fuck me, mate. I want you to ruin me, I want the entire world to know I belong to you. Mark me up, put your teeth in me, take everything from me and make me yours. Keep me forever, Blake.
Shadows snaked up over my body, cool and soft as downy feathers, caressing every inch of my sensitive skin before wrapping around my wrist and pulling my fingers out of my core.
“This belongs to me.” Blake’s growl was a rasp of sound, his fangs cutting into his bottom lip. “My pussy.” He leaned closer and cupped my drenched pussy as more shadows captured my other wrist and pulled both hands high over my head, pinned them down to the bed.
This was…God, this was too much, being presented like an offering to his hungry, roving gaze, bared and spread for his use, but some dark, filthy part of me liked being displayed like this, liked being spread and held down, helpless and willing and aching to be fucked.
This was I couldn’t resist, couldn’t disobey. This way…I could truly let go.
Blake leaned in and took my mouth, tongue lashing against mine, lips forcing my mouth open as he devoured me. “Your mouth is mine,” he turned his attention to my hard nipples, pulling one into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the tip, before pinching the tender nub between his fangs.
“Your delectable, beautiful body is mine, Evangeline. Every breath, every thought, every salted tear, every laugh belongs to me.” Every word was a gravelly, rasping snarl. “That’s what it means when a vampire claims his mate. There will be no secrets between us, no hidden agendas. I am going to fuck you the way you’ve never been fucked before. So I’ll ask you one more time…is this what you want?”
“Yes, Blake, I want you to claim me.”
“So be it.” He flipped me over onto my stomach, ass in the air, knees beneath me, hands dragged behind my back before I even caught my breath.
Those soft, wicked shadows spread me apart and then he pushed inside, muscled thighs pressed against my ass, driving every inch of that thick length into me. Only when I moaned did he stop, the deep, delicious pressure almost too much.
He fisted my hair until my scalp burned. “Are you ready?”
I nodded and then…then he unleashed himself, plunging into me with hard, greedy strokes, those shadows binding my ankles spreading me wider, lifting my legs, holding me open for him to go deeper, to imprint himself into the deepest, most secret part of me.
After tonight, Blake would be inside me forever.
Not only beneath my heart, but imprinted on my fucking soul.
I was drowning in him, his scent, his power, the fucking drugging way every slam of his powerful body against mine made me moan with pleasure. I have to touch you, please let me touch you.
“You can play later, mate. Tonight belongs to me.” The shadows coiled tighter, holding me still as he fucked me, those thighs slamming into me with every powerful thrust, a fire kindling in my chest, between my legs, until I was a quivering mess of need, waiting for the spark that would utterly wreck me.
He covered me with his body, hot, sweaty muscle crushing onto my back, his arm going around my stomach, fingers sliding to my clit, rubbing as he moved my head to the side, lips clamping down on the corded tendon between my neck and shoulder. Fangs scraped, pressed hard enough to dent and my core clenched around his plunging cock.
“I love you, Blake Marten. You are mine, and I am yours.”
And then I bared my throat, gave him the only gift I knew how to give.
Blake struck hard, fangs sinking in, that initial pinch followed by a rush of euphoria as he drove himself into me hard, groaning against my skin, that storm inside me breaking apart on his needy, guttural sound.
The sheer force of my release swept me away, laid me bare, wiped away everything except the feel of him stretching me, driving so deep he bottomed out, his lips moving against my skin, hands gripping me as if he’d never let me go.
This was elemental, this claiming, wiping away the tattered pieces of myself, the guilt, the anger, everything except for the delicious, ruthless slide of him in and out of my body, his fangs deep in my flesh, this sense of being utterly consumed .
We hung onto each other as we plummeted, down and down. This was ecstasy and torment and rapture all rolled into one, Blake licking the bite closed before he shuddered, spilling himself into me, chanting my name over and over, Evie, Evie, Evie .
The shadows drifted away with a soft, loving brush.
The world filtered back in gradually.
The caress of his warm palm down my side before he eased away, his lips in my hair as he murmured words I never thought I’d hear. You are my everything, I cannot live without you, please don’t ever leave me. This was like surviving a cataclysmic crash.
He gathered me against him, tugged the blankets around me, and I had only one thought.
Nothing would ever be the same again.