Chapter 30
Max
His teeth sink deep as agony erupts along my ripped flesh, heat so intense, it scalds me from his bite. Shouting out, I grip him close, body shaking as fear and adrenaline pump through my veins.
This was a mistake—he’s going to kill me.
Lapping at my neck, Kaden growls, pulling me close, teeth sliding through the flesh. The slick noises grate on my ears as nausea rises up my throat.
Is this what it sounds like when a beast eats its prey?
Blindly, I grab the dagger at my belt, fingers twisting until it’s free. Raising it, Kaden pulls my wrist until it rests under his neck.
He leans too close and I know he’s cut.
My heart beats in time to his draws, drowning out the sighs of euphoria.
“Kaden, I—” my vision edges black and I inhale, fighting the pain.
Just as I’m about to scream, do anything to get him off of me, his grip relaxes and the pain turns to intense pleasure.
Gods. I close my eyes, falling back against his pillows, body humming between elation and need.
He shifts, eliciting a moan from me as he grinds into my pussy and disgust wars with arousal for dominance. I should hate this—this is grotesque, but it’s soothing a dark itch inside my soul.
Here, I can be monstrous and he’ll still see the good in me. He can be the monster and I won’t run.
He purrs, pleased, when I turn my head, offering more.
Cradling me close, he shifts us so we’re perfectly aligned. Slowly, reverently, Kaden pulls back, bloody lips kissing my throat and wound.
He peers down at me, awe shining in his face.
“From the moment I met you,” he begins, “I knew there was something about you. I felt drawn to you. Called into your orbit. As if a piece of my darkness resided inside here.” He taps my chest with two fingers, amber eyes bright.
“I’ve never felt that before. Never had someone give me their blood.
No one has trusted me since—” he breaks off. “Well, ever, Max.”
He nuzzles my neck and my body hums, want flaring so strongly, I whimper when his lips find mine. Tasting my blood on his tongue, I suck it down greedily. Blood has always been a part of who I am—my magic, my being, but with Kaden it feels like more.
“You’ve given me a gift. One I can never repay.”
My body arches as he drags his mouth over my cheek, my jaw and further still. “What is this?” This build, this need. It’s strange—and I find myself leaning into it.
He grins against me, nipping at my skin. “I’m not sure. Should we test it?”
Ripping the blankets from the cot, his kicks off his boots and the shirt from my head. Laying in nothing but my bindings and leather pants, he looks at me as if I’m a goddess, come to Neevea.
“You’re dangerous, kitten,” he breathes, kissing my covered chest.
“Dangerous?” My hands dig into his locks, pulling them tight as he sighs in pleasure.
“To me. Because now, that I’ve been given this gift, I cannot bear to be without you.” He lowers himself further, looking up at me between my thighs. “I’m doomed.”
Chuckling, he unfastens my pants, pulling them down, locked in with my boots. Without warning, he flips me, lifting my ass into the air, hands molding over my flesh.
I mewl, pushing back into his hands and he chuckles. “Greedy.”
His hand finds my covered core, one finger drawing up, collecting my wetness. “Seti’s Hell,” he curses, inhaling me. “You’re dripping.”
Looking over my shoulder, I cock an eyebrow. “Are you going to push me away this time?”
The question hangs between us. Does he send me away again, is this too much, or will he finally give in?
“I should.” He gazes at me, spreading my ass, lips still red from my blood. “A better man would.”
“Are you a better man?”
He smiles devilishly. “I’m not man, pet. Now, hold still.”
Lowering his head, he inhales at my entrance, teeth nipping at my sensitive inner thighs. Trapped in my clothing, I can’t do anything but wait for his touch.
He takes his time. Hands roaming over my legs, cupping my pussy, molding my ass. Every bit of skin, he touches, his tongue following to taste.
“Kaden?” I say, and he groans, pausing.
“I hate when you say my name.”
Laughing, my nails dig into his cot. “Why?”
“Because it sounds like a fucking promise, and I want it too much to ignore.”
Going back, his pulls my panties to the side, tongue lazily tasting me from top to bottom. Moaning, I drop my head, body shaking.
One touch and I’m ready to explode.
“You don’t know how badly I want to feel you wrapped around my cock,” he murmurs, tongue sliding deep, swirling inside of me. My hips buck, chasing his mouth as he pulls away, lips kissing my folds.“To see that wicked darkness and feed it until it’s all you ever know. Ever craved.”
He swallows, spreading me wide like he’s a man starved. “But not yet.”
Diving back in, he tastes me ravenously. His tongue swirls, laps and takes as if he owns me. Right now, he does.
Those fangs, rake along my heated flesh as an orgasm builds and my hips move, pleading for more.
He smiles against my thigh. “Is there something you need, kitten?”
This Fae is going to be the death of me.
“Please,” I beg and he shivers.
“I love hearing you beg for me.”
He pulls me higher, pressing my neck down into the pillow.
“What are you?” he asks, nipping against the underside of my ass, tongue following to ease the pain. “What have you done to me?”
Digging my head into the fabric, I’m lost to pleasure as he lunges forward, sucking my clit between his teeth. Shouting, I muffled my moans and grip the pillow. My whole body tightens, my orgasm on the horizon.
He sighs, lapping up my juices as one fingers enters me. Everything tenses, clamps on the intrusion. “This was supposed to be easy,” he murmurs. “You weren’t supposed to be so intoxicating.” He flicks his tongue over my clit, pumping steadily into me. Gods, it feels good. “So goddamn perfect.”
He keeps working me, the edge coming closer and I moan, voice breaking. I’m so damn close.
“Mark my words, Max. This isn’t going to end anytime soon. Now that I’ve had you, felt you, tasted you, fuck,” he curses, sucking at my entrance. “I’m never letting you go.”
He flicks his tongue harder, his fingers doing wondrous things inside of me and I bite down, barreling toward my release.
Just a few seconds longer—he stops.
My body freezes, a deep ache throbbing through my core at the robbed climax. My lungs constrict, chest stuttering as I look back, face flush.
“What—”
“Gods, your taste,” he mutters, curving along my back, nipping my ear. “Everything about you calls to me. Why is that, Max? What spell have you cast on me?”
“I haven’t,” I pant, fighting the urge to finish the job he started. “Why did you stop?”
I feel the smile along my neck, his tongue tracing the bite there tenderly.
“Now you feel the same ache I feel whenever I’m around you.
This insane need to have you and to push you away.
The way I want you screaming my name under me, the way I want you to fucking fear me.
” His hand yanks my head back, hair wrapped around his fist and I whimper.
“The way I want you. Now you feel the conflict, what you do to me. What you’ve done to me since the moment I saw those godsdamn blue eyes and wished to taste those cherry-red lips. ”
Swiftly, he removes himself from the cot, his large erection jutting against his dirty leathers. He doesn’t spare me a glance, exiting the tent as if furious with me.
Angrily, I sit up, body tight with unmet needs. How dare he?
He thinks he feels the conflict? I have since the moment in the throne room. I didn’t wish for his connection, this attraction—I never begged the Gods for it.
It’s not my fault he feels as if he’s another piece of my heart.
Grabbing my clothing, I dress, hands shaking. I don’t need him to finish what he started. I can do it on my own.