Page 45 of Dance of the Phoenix (Cloak of the Vampire #3)

Aileen

Before the battles, we had planned to celebrate tonight if—or when—we won.

And yet, while we’d won, the losses we suffered had been too severe. Nobody was in a festive mood.

So instead, everyone went to sleep early, and Ragnor invited me to spend the night with him in his room.

It wasn’t very spacious, but it was much cozier than the packed dorms. It also had a private washroom.

Once Ragnor locked the door behind us, he pulled me into his arms. “Let’s go wash together,” he said, squeezing me tight.

I nodded, leaning back a bit to look at his face. He seemed exhausted. But he still pressed a kiss to my lips and engulfed me in his heat.

The washroom included a bathtub large enough for two. So once it was filled with water, Ragnor and I entered the tub together, with me sitting with my naked back to his bare chest.

His arms wrapped around me as he leaned his head on my shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened,” he said suddenly, making my sore throat and eyes almost burst out in another wave of uncontrollable sobs. “Death is inevitable in the Hecatomb.”

I leaned deeper into him. “Logan died because of my own stupidity,” I whispered, and saying these words out loud made it feel even more real than before. So real that a fresh wave of tears fell down my face. “I insisted on changing the plan. I underestimated Eleanor. I was a fucking idiot, Ragnor.”

He took a deep breath. “There was nothing you could’ve done better,” he said. “You’ve done the best you could, considering the circumstances.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” I hissed, turning to look at him. “Logan died because of me. That’s the fucking truth.”

Ragnor caught my tears on his finger, his face grave. “Blaming yourself won’t bring him back to life, Aileen,” he said softly, cupping my cheeks. “So grieve him, mourn his death, take as much time as you need, but once done, do not dwell on it.”

I leaned into his hands, wishing I could redo everything. I never knew how much it hurt to lose so many people I cared for in one day.

Was it karma, finally catching up to me? Was it God’s way of retaliating after I’d helped my father take so many innocent lives?

“Hey.” He raised my head so my eyes would meet his. “I’m here. You’re not alone in this.”

And just then, I knew exactly what I needed.

So I leaned forward and kissed him.

He kissed me back at first, but when I came to straddle him, feeling his hard cock under me, he paused and pulled back, looking at me with unsure eyes. “Aileen, maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Please,” I whispered, caressing his face as I pressed my lips against his throat. “Just for tonight, help me ... help me forget it all.”

Ragnor did not deny me again. Instead, he pulled me into a long, deep kiss that left me heady with desperate desire.

I placed my pussy over his erection and shoved myself down on him at once.

We both cried out at the friction, and my heart thudded in my chest as electricity filled my body, making me clench around him, causing him to groan.

Then I moved, riding him, taking him inside me over and over again, while he fondled my breasts and sucked on my nipple, and I held on to him by his messy wet hair.

He filled me up so completely, so good that all I could think was his heat, his touch, his lips .

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted—no, needed more.

So I pulled back and got out of the bathtub. He followed me, and, as if he knew exactly what I needed, he pressed me against the wall, grabbing me under my knees, and buried himself back deep inside me.

Crying out at the feeling, I held onto his shoulders as he pounded in and out of me with power and strength that belied his former state of exhaustion. In fact, he seemed far more alive than before, vigorously fucking me into oblivion.

And when I finally reached the peak, my orgasm causing me to spasm all over him, he groaned and came inside me, filling me up with his warm seed.

Yet despite the fact we’d both just come, neither of us was nearly satisfied. It was as if we’d taken the lid off a pot that had boiled for too long.

Ragnor took me back to the bedroom and threw me unceremoniously onto the bed. Then he pushed my thighs up and covered my entrance with his mouth.

I cried out as he sucked my clit and fucked me with his tongue. I thrashed when he bit his fangs into the skin around my clit while pushing three fingers into my pussy. Another orgasm tore through me, making me see pretty stars and causing me to feel a hunger for him like I’d never felt before.

I pushed his shoulders, and he lifted his head from my pussy, licking his lips. It was so sexy I almost moaned, but I wanted to taste this time. So I pushed him to his back, grabbed his beautiful long, thick cock, and put my mouth over the head.

He buckled under me as I sucked his cock, pumping at the base with both my hands. He made sexy sounds as I licked and sucked and tasted every inch of his sexy cock, enjoying having him under my control, consumed by his desire for me.

The Lord of the League.

The Ragnor Rayne.

And he was letting me ravish his cock like there was no tomorrow.

His hands were suddenly in my hair. He attempted to pull me off him, but I persisted, and eventually, he had no choice but to come into my mouth.

I drank every drop of semen he let out like it was water, not letting go until I sucked him dry. Only then did I raise my head and look at him, mimicking his earlier stunt by licking my lips and making a pleasure noise.

That was Ragnor’s undoing.

With an animalistic growl, he pulled me toward him and flipped me so I lay on my stomach. He straddled me from behind, one hand on the nape of my neck while the other locked my wrists behind my back. Then, with a renewed erection, he slid into my slick, wet heat.

And fucked me while holding me absolutely immobile, at his mercy.

I came again. And so did he, but he didn’t stop fucking me, growing hard again as if his stamina knew no bounds.

He slapped my ass as he fucked me, over and over again, the pain giving me waves of pleasure I was addicted to. “Harder,” I croaked out, needing him to mess me up, to do to me everything I wanted.

And Ragnor obliged at once.

He pulled me up with my back to his chest as he kept on fucking me, his hand on my throat, choking me hard. Exhilarated, I came just from the anticipation of what he was going to do to me.

He rubbed my clit as he sank his fangs into my throat, his cock pounding restlessly in and out of me, all the while holding me still by choking my throat.

I shattered around him all over again, unable to stop spasming with pleasure.

He bit me harder, making the tiny muscles in my loins clench around his deliciously hard cock, and he came inside me, moving his hand from my clit to my ass, taking it in a bruising hold.

He held me still as he emptied himself inside me, and yet somehow, it still wasn’t enough.

And it seemed it wasn’t enough for him either.

Neither of us was ready to stop, and so we didn’t.

For most of the night, he fucked me, roughing me up, biting me everywhere, taking everything he wanted, and giving me everything I needed.

And even when we fell onto the bed in a pile of absolute mush, neither of us having any liquid left inside to spill onto one another, I still needed more. Wanted more. And I could tell he did too.

But it was late into the night, and I realized that tomorrow was Ragnor’s turn to fight against Atalon.

“You win tomorrow,” I told him, breathless, on the verge of falling asleep, “and I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

He didn’t grin. He didn’t say anything. Instead, Ragnor fell asleep, exhaustion taking him over, and I soon followed suit.