Page 5 of Blood Legacy (Eternal Descent (MistHallow Academy) #1)

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GAIDA

Dante’s words send a delicious shiver through me as he shifts, gripping my thighs tighter, spreading them wider. His eyes flash vampire-red for a split second—a momentary loss of control that satisfies something primal in my soul.

“Guess you’re not,” I challenge, my voice husky with need.

He responds by driving into me with savage force, each thrust hitting places inside me that make my vision blur at the edges. The headboard slams against the wall with a rhythm that would be embarrassing if I cared what anyone thought. I don’t.

“Is this how you imagined him taking you?” Dante growls against my ear, his fangs scraping my skin. “Hard and desperate, like he can’t help himself?”

I moan in response, unable to form words as pleasure builds inside me. Dante is skilled. His cock fills me perfectly, thick and hard, hitting all the right spots like he knows my body already. His hands grip my thighs with bruising force, vampire strength barely contained.

But even as my body responds to him, as my pussy clenches around his length and my nails dig into his back, I wonder if Luke would be different. Would his ancient power feel like this? Would his control slip the way Dante’s is starting to?

“You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?” Dante whispers, his pace never faltering. “While I’m inside you, you’re wondering what he’d feel like instead.”

His accusation only feeds my arousal, making me wetter, hotter around him.

“Yes,” I scream, the confession tearing from my throat as another orgasm builds. “I’m always thinking about him.”

Something dangerous flashes in Dante’s eyes. It’s not anger, it’s not jealousy. It’s sexy as fuck as he fulfils my fantasy knowingly, doing this for me for reasons I can’t even begin to guess at. He shifts our position in a flash, pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach. Before I can protest, he’s behind me, dragging my hips up and driving back into me with a force that makes me cry out.

“Then I’ll just have to fuck him out of your thoughts,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back as he establishes a punishing rhythm.

The new angle is destructive to what’s left of my composure, hitting something deep inside me that makes my entire body tremble. My fingers clutch at the silk sheets, tearing them with my claws as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity.

“Dante,” I gasp, unable to form more coherent thoughts as he drives into me relentlessly.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. “My name. Not his.”

“Dante,” I repeat, the word a broken moan as his thrusts grow more erratic, more desperate.

He pulls me back by my hair until he is seated and I’m straddling him facing outwards. He tilts my head and scrapes his fangs over my jugular. “I’m not asking,” he murmurs before sinking them into my vein.

The orgasm hits me harder than any I’ve had for a long time. My pussy drenches his cock, and I squirt all over the silk sheets, nearly breaking his cock in half, I clamp down so hard on him.

“Fuck,” I gasp, trembling at the sensation of being fucked and fed on, an occurrence that has never happened before. I haven’t allowed it. Not that I actually allowed it here, either, but he’s forgiven. My head falls back against his shoulder, surrendering to the moment.

Dante’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me firmly against him as he thrusts upward. His other hand slides between my legs, pinching my clit before he twists it, just this side of painfully.

The room spins around me when I explode into an orgasm that shakes the bed underneath us. The pleasure is so intense I’m not sure how much more I can take.

He releases me from his bite, and I whimper as it feels like I’ve lost something. He holds me up by my hips. Thrusting deep into me and then detonates in an orgasm that floods my pussy with his cum.

His grip on my hips tightens to bruising strength as he growls against my neck, his body shuddering with release. I feel the hot pulse of his cum filling me, marking me from the inside. For several heartbeats, we remain frozen in that position, his chest pressed against my back, his cock still throbbing inside me, both of us breathing heavily.

When he finally releases me, I collapse onto the bed, my limbs feeling like liquid. The silk sheets are torn and damp beneath me, evidence of what just transpired. Dante falls beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the moonlight.

“Did you forget?” he asks, getting his breathing under control quicker than I can.

“For a moment.”

“Good enough,” he purrs and then, with a flash of vampire speed, he’s gone from my bed, my room, leaving me shaking with the aftershocks on my damp and torn bed.

“Well, fuck you too,” I mutter with a groan and turn over, burying my head in the pillow. I’m too lazy to get up and change the sheets now, so I curl up away from the damp spot and close my eyes. Immediately, Luke’s face swims into view, and I breathe in deeply. Slipping my hand between my legs, I keep his face in my mind’s eye as I rub my oversensitive clit.

My body is still humming with pleasure, every nerve ending alive with sensation. I slide my fingers through the wetness Dante left behind, mixing his cum with mine as I touch myself. The thought of Luke finding me like this—dishevelled, marked by another vampire, still hungry for more—sends a forbidden thrill through me.

Would he be angry? Jealous? Would it finally crack that perfect composure he wears like armour?

My fingers move faster, circling my swollen clit as I imagine Luke’s face when he realises what I’ve done. In my fantasy, his eyes darken with possession, his control shattering as he claims me, erasing Dante’s touch with his own.

“Luke,” I whisper into the empty room, my back arching as another orgasm builds. It hits me hard, my body convulsing tightly. I cry out, shuddering through a final climax before collapsing back onto the bed, completely spent. My body feels gloriously used and pleasantly sore in ways that will remind me of tonight with every movement tomorrow.

Reality begins to creep back in as my breathing steadies and my heartbeat slows. I just had sex with Dante DuLoc. A pureblood from another ancient family. A strategic player in the vampire world. He’s someone who clearly knows more about the political landscape than he’s letting on.

And I used him as a substitute for my obsession with the Headmaster.

I should feel guilty, perhaps, or at least somewhat embarrassed by my transparency. But as I stare at the ceiling, watching shadows dance across it from the moonlight filtering through my window, I find I don’t regret it. There was something honest in our encounter, brutal in its clarity. No pretence, no false promises.

I roll onto my side, feeling the pleasant ache between my thighs. With a sigh, I force myself from the bed, stripping off the torn and wet sheets and bundling them into a corner. I’ll dispose of them properly tomorrow. For now, I pull fresh sheets from the wardrobe and remake the bed with mechanical efficiency.

The routine task gives my mind space to wander, to assess what just happened and what the fuck I’m supposed to do now. Dante wasn’t part of the plan. Only now, I don’t really want to let him go. He understands something in me that no one else does or can. We are the same. His lack of jealousy over me using him as a substitute for Blackthorn is a curveball I wasn’t expecting. He gave me what I needed, no questions asked. Fuck, it was even his idea. I would be stupid to walk away from that, but the question remains: where does he fit into this? I’m not giving up on Luke. I won’t. I can’t. But the idea of giving up Dante doesn’t sit well with me either.

With a sigh, I crawl back into bed and close my eyes. It’s tomorrow’s problem now.