Chapter 56
56
MALACHI
I crouched in the doorway in Hemlocke House, staring across the ashy vegetation at Morvessa, her lips parted in a scream.
She was dead, her throat cut, Valaine’s handiwork, and kinder than usual. A single deep gash that would have meant instantaneous death, even if he hadn’t sawn off her head. That part, he’d turned into a messy affair, spiking her visage on top of one of her dreadful, twisted trees.
“You were always a fool, Morvessa, looking for a shortcut to power.”
Well, now she was a bloated corpse and I’d be meeting with her son Mordred, a total monster and next in line for the lordship of House Ebonshade. “Too bad there is always someone waiting in the wings, ready to take your place.”
Beneath the sickly sweetness, beneath the reek of spent magic, Evangeline’s blood was a beguiling perfume, beckoning me closer, until I was on my hands and knees, nose pressed to a dark stain. My tongue darted between my lips. Touched that stain that had, days ago, been pumping inside Evangeline Silverwood’s veins.
Every sense exploded, every synapse, every nerve, like someone had lit a fuse and now I was imploding, melting down around this taste, around the promise of her.
Fuck. This was like touching the heavens, drinking down the universe, and in all my days, I’d never experienced anything as powerful as Vicious’s sweet, sweet blood.
But…
I blew out a shaky breath. Climbed to my feet and smoothed down my pants, my shirt, stilled my raging heart, dragged my hand along my hard, aching cock as I closed my eyes, my senses reeling.
Soon.
Very soon, she would be mine and I’d be drinking straight from the delicate column of her throat as I pumped my cock into her sweet pussy, as I dragged soft moans out of her lips, as she screamed my fucking name as she came.
I would plant my seed deep inside her, deep enough to take and something inside me shifted when I imagined her growing fat, so fat with my babe that…
I blinked the morbid scene back into focus, along with the sweet stench of rot and Morvessa’s bloated, leering face. What the fuck had just happened? Why the fuck was I thinking about a future, when Vicious was only a means to an end?
A means I intended to enjoy fully, but… fucking hell, what had that been?