CHAPTER THIRTY
Davien
I SHOULD HAVE been thinking about the breach and how the Ninth had managed to find us.
About how I’d somehow led them to Niko’s door and the implications of that, the mistakes I must have made somewhere along the way.
Maybe I hadn’t covered our trail as well as I thought I had.
Maybe I’d become complacent after weeks of silence from them.
How long had they been watching us? Had they been watching us?
I should have been dissecting every second of it, replaying everything over and over until I found the crack.
I should have been worried for Niko, the Ninth didn’t just find people like him, which meant that the mistake must have come from me.
I should have worried for his safety and whether he’d gotten away.
I knew all of that. Understood it.
Yet, every time I tried to follow that thread of logic, it snapped, dragging me violently off course to something far more inconvenient.
Her.
Ailsa.
Because, fuck me.
The way she had moved, so effortlessly, like she’d been doing this all her life.
No fear or hesitation. Just instinct and fire, something that fit so seamlessly with my own that it rattled me more than the attack itself.
She’d anticipated my moves just as well as I had hers.
We had moved as one. It felt like we were dancing more than killing.
I’d never experienced anything as natural.
She’d even used her magic. Not too much to tire her out or draw unwanted attention but enough to use it in lethal, precise bursts.
I’d decided then that I needed to tell her everything. Tell her the whole truth of everything I knew about who she was and more importantly who she was to become.
I’d been wrong to ever doubt her.
She was made for this.
She stood there, inches from me, chest heaving, flushed from the adrenaline and covered in the blood of her enemies. Her blue eyes were more alive than I’d ever seen. They were a storm of their own, daring the world to come at her, only for her to destroy it.
She wasn’t fazed by death. Instead, it seemed to fuel her.
And what we had almost done. The realisation that it wasn’t a game to me—it never had been.
She looked fucking ethereal. I had wanted her before but now—I didn’t just want her, I needed her. Desperately.
But we needed to move.
We couldn’t get caught.
More would undoubtedly follow.
“We need to get out of here,” I muttered, more to myself than her.
She nodded and I swore I saw disappointment in her eyes.
Fuck.
Was it possible that she had actually wanted me too?
I couldn’t let myself go there and it didn’t matter now anyway.
The moment was gone.
I made quick work of the bodies, lighting the place after checking no humans were squirreled away hiding in any corners.
We were soon in yet another stolen car as I drove us to a motel. Going back to where we’d been staying wasn’t an option, and I was hesitant to follow the plan to our next pre-decided location. For all I knew, all of that had been compromised and they’d be waiting for us there.
The place I’d managed to find was the kind of place people passed through without leaving a trace. Perfect.
I used their pay phone to place a quick call to Marlette, letting her know what had happened and where we were.
I didn’t bother with pleasantries at the twenty-four hour desk—just enough compulsion to get a key, no questions asked—and ushered Ailsa inside, scanning the room just to be sure it was safe before shutting the door firmly behind us.
I exhaled slowly as the weight of the last few hours settled in my bones.
But instead of tired, I was high on energy.
My gaze dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes.
Her lips parted slightly, like she was about to say something.
But no words were needed; we were on the same high.
Her body crashed into mine and an unbridled need tore through me as her lips pushed against mine. I kissed her back with the same urgency.
I was too horny to think straight.
I needed to have her. Now. Finish what we had started.
Maybe if I fucked her, I’d get her out of my system once and for all so I could finally fucking focus again.
But even in the depths of my depraved old heart I knew that wasn't true. I’d never be able to get enough of her, so maybe I was just taking what I could.
I knew I wasn’t good enough for her.
She deserved the world, and I wasn't that.
But I couldn’t walk away.
Couldn’t pretend anymore.
My hand came up to her face again, slow and purposeful this time, giving her every chance to pull away.
She didn’t.
“You’re sure?”
She bit her lip as she nodded.
The tips of her fingers pushed gently against the band of my boxers and my dick twitched involuntarily at the closeness of her hand, before pushing them down to free my aching cock.
She trailed her fingers in a feather-light touch down my shaft, teasingly slowly until her hand wrapped around the base of my dick more firmly and I moaned against her mouth. Fuck, her touch felt like walking too closely to the sun. My imagination paled to the reality of it.
Before I could even mourn the heat of her mouth against mine when her lips left mine, she'd sunk to her knees. This beautiful, wild, powerful woman was on her knees for me. Fuck, I bit against my lip piercing to keep myself from showing her just how much I wanted this.
She looked up at me with those bewitching eyes, pupils fully blown as her tongue darted out and made contact with the head of my cock.
Fuck me.
She curled her tongue slowly, barely touching, knowing I was watching and that it was driving me insane. Her tongue played with the ball-ends of my piercing, putting me on edge.
All I wanted—no, needed—was to sink into her mouth and down her throat. I wanted her gagging, choking, gasping for air, but more than that, I wanted to hear her cries of pleasure as she sucked.
Her eyes remained pinned to mine as she opened her mouth further and slowly—so fucking slowly, I swore time itself stopped to watch—brought it a hair’s breadth away from my cock, until a string of salvia dropped from it and onto my shaft.
The contact caused me to accidentally let slip a whimper.
I was so fucking desperate and she knew it.
Apparently she’d decided to end my torture.
Her warm mouth closed around the head of my cock and she gave a strong suck. My hand flew out, the palm of it finding the wall so I could brace myself. I swear all of my blood had rushed to my cock and I'd become even harder, if such a thing were even possible.
My other hand found the back of her head. I needed to hold her there.
Fuck, how I wanted to move. It was difficult to stop my hips from moving. I think part of her wanted me to, but I wanted to see what she'd do next more.
And then all thought and logic went out the window.
She took the full length of my cock into her mouth and without missing a beat her head began to move up and down.
Oh fuck.
Fucckk.
My head fell back.
If I wasn't careful, I'd explode right down her pretty tight throat.
As if knowing that herself, she moaned around my cock, the sound of it vibrating right through me.
Her hand reached up, pushing up through the hair on my abdomen, and I could feel her nails lightly digging in as she anchored herself while the other cupped my balls.
I was breathing heavily now, my chest falling and rising faster and faster.
Just as she went faster, up and down.
Up and down.
Then she slowed ever so slightly and looked up at me, tears escaping her eyes and saliva drooling past my cock and down her chin.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
This wouldn't do.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, not giving her the chance to respond and pulled her up by her hair.
I kissed her.
I tasted myself on her tongue, but I didn't care about that. All I cared about was having her, every part of her.
She was my damnation and salvation in one.
The only woman I'd ever wanted that I knew I couldn't have.
I wanted to consume her.
I kissed her like I’d been starving for her. Not soft. Not gentle. My tongue swept into her mouth, possessive and hot, and she moaned—actually moaned for me.
I walked her to the bed, not breaking contact with her lips as I simultaneously undressed her.
She suddenly spun us, pushing me back onto the bed. I’d never let a woman dominate me like that, but she could do whatever she wanted to me and I’d only beg for more.
She removed the rest of her clothing, tits finally free and nipples hard.
She was fucking perfection.
Then she was on top of me, her patience finally having run out.
She lined herself up, then sank down in one slow motion. Once I was fully sheathed inside of her, her head flew back on a moan. Then she began moving, rocking her hips back and forth before leaning forward, resting the palms of her hands on my chest and moving up and down.
The light of the moon caught on the soft skin of her breasts as they bounced with every one of her movements.
It was too much.
And not enough.
I needed control.
Using my vampiric abilities, I flipped us so she was beneath me now.
I could sense her internal struggle on whether she should fight me on this but to my surprise, she opened her legs further, giving me access.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” she said, as I lined the thick head of my cock against her wet opening. She was so ready for me. Waiting.
“Nothing,” I agreed.
Even though it meant everything.
She meant everything.
The way her breath hitched when I pushed in was everything.
My throbbing cock slid all the way into the heat of her soaking wet pussy in one long, slow thrust and for the first time in hundreds of years, I was reminded of what it was to feel human.
She stripped me of everything else.
In this moment with her, I was just the human man I’d been born.
“I still hate you, you know,” she moaned as I picked up my pace.
It was hard to stay restrained. This wasn’t like when I fucked other women.
I wanted to feel all of her, savour every single second with her because I knew I’d never get her again.
I knew she hated me and I knew I shouldn’t be doing this.
Maybe she’d even regret it. But I was selfish. I had to have her, just this once.
“I know,” I growled, thrusting into her again, this time with such force I almost lost my footing. “I hate you, too.”
It didn’t matter that my words were lies.
It was better this way.
She couldn’t know the truth.