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“Fuck,” he growled and ripped his fingers out of me so he could roughly shove down his pants.

His cock sprang free at the same moment he released my wrists so he could grip my ass and slam me against the wall—very much like Vail had done earlier.

His cock slid in all the way to the hilt, and we both groaned as I stretched around his thick length, then eyes more red than blue met mine.

“Take whatever you need, Sam. I’ll always be yours. And Kier’s.”

“Show me,” I demanded. “Claim me.”

All the blue faded from his eyes as the last of his control snapped.

Draven thrust into me, hard and fast, and my claws tore into his shoulders and back while I held on.

The scent of blood filled the air, and he only fucked me harder.

Then the orgasm I’d been chasing earlier barreled through me, and I screamed, his pace never slowing.

He continued as he snaked a hand between us and started rubbing my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I panted hoarsely.

It was too much. My entire body was trembling while my pussy clenched around his cock and his infernal fingers worked my clit. I pushed on his shoulders in a desperate need to make a little space between us—just to give me a moment so I didn’t pass out.

Draven was having none of it. He growled, and then his fangs were in my throat again. Vail let out a string of curses, but I didn’t understand a word as another orgasm tore through me. It might be poor timing to be going through lust haze right now, but fucking hell they were fun.

“More,” I demanded. “Fuck me more.”

Warm blood spilt down my neck as Draven pulled back, kissing me hard. I could taste my blood on his lips . . . and it made me want his again.

One of my hands slipped into his hair, and I pulled his head to the side, striking fast. He groaned as I swallowed mouthfuls of his blood while he slowed his pace to hard, deliberate thrusts, both of his hands gripping my ass to pull me against him.

“You are glorious,” he breathed. “And this pussy is mine .”

Another growl from Vail echoed across the room.

My fangs popped free, and I looked over Draven’s shoulder to where Vail stood against the back wall. His eyes glowed silver, and his hands were curled into fists at his sides, like it was taking all of his willpower not to do something about the erection straining against his pants.

Slowly, I trailed my tongue up Draven’s neck, licking the blood clean, and Vail’s nostrils flared when I smiled at him, fangs on display. His gaze dropped to them, and I knew he was remembering what it felt like for me to sink my teeth into his flesh.

Suddenly, fingers wrapped around my hair and yanked my head back.

“Eyes on me,” Draven demanded. “Not in the mood to share you right now—even if all he gets to do is watch me take this perfect pussy over and over again.”

I whimpered as Draven drew his hard length almost all the way out before slowly sliding back in.

Obscene sounds filled the cell as my arousal gushed down my thighs.

Draven kept one hand on my hair, controlling where I looked, while the other cupped my ass.

My legs tightened around his waist, our panting breaths interspersed with groans as he continued the torturously slow pace.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His eyes bored into mine. “Because I can think of all kinds of wicked things.”

“Like what?” I rasped as he bottomed out again.

Red eyes dropped to my lips. “That gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock. I want to watch your eyes water as you take all of me. Swallow every drop when I come down your throat.” His gaze dropped to my cleavage. “Or maybe I’d pull out and decorate those wonderful tits of yours.”

My mouth watered at the thought, and I almost demanded he let go of me so I could drop to my knees.

He frowned. “No. I want to save that for when Kieran is with us.”

I pouted, and he chuckled darkly before leaning forward to whisper in my ear, “So I can watch him lick my seed off you.”

“Oh fuck.” My thighs clenched as a slow, delicious need started to build again.

A breathy laugh tickled my ear before Draven straightened. “Maybe you should show me what it is you want right now.”

He thrust into me one more time before withdrawing.

I hissed my frustration, and he just laughed again as he dragged me down with him.

Draven stretched out on the floor and maneuvered me until I straddled him, facing his legs.

One hand gripped the rise of my hip, digging into the soft flesh, and the other wrapped around my hair and yanked my head back.

“Maybe you should take pity on him and tug your dress down a bit,” he purred slyly.

“I think Vail has at least earned a good show. Although, maybe it’s more of a punishment to be able to see you”—his thick cock slowly pushed inside me again, and I moaned—“hear you, and not be able to do anything about it.”

I looked through the bars of my cell to where Vail was still rigidly standing. His eyes tracked my fingers as they tugged at the front of my dress, pulling it down so that my breasts almost spilt out—but then stopped.

My hand snapped up, and I flashed him an obscene gesture.

“Fuck. You’re so mean,” Draven groaned as he sank in another inch. “I love it. Now show me how much you want my cock, love.”

I closed my eyes, forgetting about Vail. He didn’t fucking exist in this moment. All I wanted was to feel Draven moving inside me again. The need to feel his cock stretching me out was all I could think about. I dropped all the way down, and Draven swore, his claws digging into my soft flesh.

Fuck, he felt amazing. This angle was everything .

My hips rolled forward, and his grip on my hair tightened, forcing me to arch my back more. I leaned back enough so that my hands could grip his sides. This time, it was my claws sinking into flesh.

A husky laugh poured from my lips when he moaned. My prince liked a little pain with his pleasure too.

I ground against him, quickening my pace as I rode him hard, and Draven moved his body to perfectly match my thrusts.

Something about this angle made him feel like he was reaching even deeper.

I lost myself in the intensity. In him. Everything was too much and yet not enough.

Pleasure rippled just out of reach as my body keyed up with the building orgasm.

Almost there.

The world tilted, and I had to quickly pull my claws from Draven’s flesh as he pivoted us up until I was on all fours and he was thrusting wildly behind me. His hand was still wrapped in my hair, the other gripping my hip.

“Come for me again.” He slammed into me so hard, it almost hurt.

“Make me,” I half moaned.

Hot pain flared where Draven’s claws tore through the soft flesh of my hip, and I gasped at the perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

Everything became a blur. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The feel of Draven pulling me harder against himself as he did his best to go deeper with every thrust. The scent of blood filling the air. Mine and Draven’s.

Silver eyes held me captive as strangled cries of pleasure tore from my throat. Draven’s breathing grew more ragged, his movements harsher until he finally let out a deep groan. Then heat filled me before spilling down my thighs.

My mind floated, and I barely noticed the sting of Draven pulling his claws from my hips and tugging me upright.

A small protest escaped me when he withdrew his cock and some of his seed slid down my legs.

Draven growled, and then I felt his fingers reach between my thighs and push it back inside my aching pussy.

I was dimly aware that this was just a side effect of the lust haze and that I had nothing to worry about since I’d drunk the contraceptive tea, which meant I could just enjoy the feeling of being the center of Draven's attention.

My eyes drifted shut, and I basked in the pleasure of it all as strong arms pulled me back against a warm chest.

“Mine.” Draven nuzzled the side of my neck.

“Yours,” I agreed.

I drifted off for a bit but was woken up by a tight exchange between Vail and Draven.

“—proven myself.”

Draven let out a harsh laugh. “Is that what this was?”

“I didn’t have to bring you here,” Vail growled. “I could have?—”

“You could have what, Vail?” Draven challenged. “Pretty sure she would have fucked Demetri before you.”

Vail’s growl gained a sharp edge. “Do not speak his name.”

“Oh, so now you get protective?”

“Enough,” I snapped, opening my eyes and blinking slightly to shrug off the last of the blissful peace I’d found. I was in Draven’s lap with his arms wrapped around my waist and chest while Vail stood on the other side of the cell, blood dripping from his fingers like he was about to open it.

“You want to prove yourself, Vail?” My expression hardened. “Get the fuck out and give us five minutes alone.”

“You don’t think straight around him.” Vail stubbornly clenched his jaw. “He’s half Fae, Samara. There’s nothing about him that’s safe.”

I shot him an incredulous look. “You’re the reason I’m in this fucking cell, Vail!”

“And it’s not like she thinks straight around you either,” Draven pointed out. “As far as I’m concerned, you are the greatest threat to Samara, because for some reason, she keeps forgiving you, even when you don’t deserve it. If anyone could come back from this epic fuck up, it would be you.”

“Unlikely.” My annoyed glare slid to Draven. “He doesn’t deserve forgiveness.”

“What he deserves and what you will do are likely two different things.” He shrugged.

The face I’d found so kissable minutes ago, I now wanted to punch. Based on the way he chuckled against my neck as he planted a kiss there, he knew exactly what I was feeling. Gods, I’d forgotten how much of a troublemaker he could be. He and Kieran together would be incredibly aggravating.

And hot.

The lust started to rise again, so I shoved that thought away. My mind was temporarily clear, and I needed to take advantage of that while Draven was here.

“Five minutes, Vail,” I said firmly. “You fucking owe me.”

“Fine,” he ground out. “Not a second more.” Vail pointed at Draven. “And you will return to your cell when I get back without any tricks.”

“Sure thing, Marshal.”

“He will,” I promised and twisted enough to give Draven a warning look. A chastised grin quickly appeared on his face, but it was far too mischievous for it to be convincing.

After a few tension-filled seconds, Vail stalked towards the door that led out to the stairwell.

“Vail.”

He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me.

I held a hand against the center of my chest, the place where I always felt this strange connection to him. “I’ll know if you linger outside that door and try to listen.”

A storm rolled through his grey eyes, but he jerked his head in a sharp nod before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

I felt his presence move farther away, like the invisible rope between us was thinning.

It was the first time I’d acknowledged its existence to him, but I knew he was aware of it.

Occasionally, when he’d be down here with me—usually glowering at the floor—he’d idly rub his chest in the exact same spot where I felt it.

I still had no idea what it was or how to break it. It always gave me an idea of where Vail was and what he was feeling, but it also gave him the same information about me.

Draven gripped my waist and lifted me before turning me and resettling me on his lap so towards him.

Then he raised his hands to cup my face before brushing his lips against mine.

It was a sweet kiss, and for some reason, it made me want to cry.

I kissed him back before leaning my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat like it had all the answers I needed.

“Do you know of any other exits down here?” I asked, keeping my voice low. Draven had grown up in this House. If anyone knew another way out, it would’ve been him.

“None that I’m aware of, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one.” His arms wrapped loosely around my waist, and he rested his head on top of mine. “Prior to our current situation, I haven’t spent much time down here. The iron bothers me.”

“Because you’re half Fae.”

“Yes.” I could almost hear the question he wanted to ask, but he didn’t, so I settled it for both of us.

“And so am I.” It felt odd to say that out loud, like I was finally putting away the last of my denial.

“It does seem that way,” he said gently. “Maybe not half, but you must have a decent amount of Fae blood for the iron to bother you.”

“Has the crown ever spoken to you?”

Draven drew back, and I tilted my head up so I could meet his perplexed gaze. “What do you mean?”

“That crown . . .” I swallowed. “It’s spoken to me twice. The first time, it called me ‘the forgotten one,’ and then, earlier, at dinner, it asked if I was ready to ‘take my rightful place.’ There was a wraith before . . . he called me din tros. ”

“Forgotten queen,” Draven murmured, concern bleeding into his expression. “Are you sure neither of your parents were Fae?”

“My mother was definitely a Harker.” I chewed on my bottom lip.

“But I don’t actually know much about my dad’s past. He was born in an outpost. I know his mother died when he was young, and he never spoke of his father.

When I was a kid, I just accepted he was my dad and never questioned why he didn’t talk about his past.”

“We’ll escape this place and then find the answers we need.” He leaned down and kissed me before pulling back and resting his forehead against mine. “I will always keep you safe, Samara Harker,” he swore, “with my life.”

“And I will always keep you safe, Draven Nacht,” I promised, “with my life.”

Suddenly, heat burned inside my chest. I gasped and stumbled back as my fingers gripped the front of my dress and pulled it away, expecting to see burnt flesh, but my skin was perfectly smooth.

I looked up to find Draven staring down at his own bare chest, his hand placed on the same spot I’d felt the burn.

He raised his gaze to meet mine. “I’m guessing you felt that?”

I nodded, a suspicion already forming. “Take a few steps back?”

Draven did as I asked, curiosity brimming in his eyes. I also moved back until we were about as far apart as we could get in the cell.

I felt it—the strange awareness of Draven. It was like a piece of his soul had embedded itself inside me.

Draven stared at me in wonder. “What is this?”

“I have no idea,” I said honestly. “But you should know, I have the same thing with?—”

The door to the dungeon burst open as Vail stormed in. “What the fuck did you two just do?”