Page 60 of Fated In Blood (Nocturne Vampire Clan #1)

MALACHI DRAVEN

From my hiding place, I watched Evangeline Silverwood—now Evangeline Marten Graves—stride down the center of the Hall of Mirrors, hair streaming behind her like a war banner.

So far, everything was going to plan.

Riordan was addicted to her blood, and so was fucking Marten. The brute was keeping his distance, since he had no self-control when it came to his female. The pregnant sister was a sweet twist I couldn’t have planned, a surefire means of ensuring the vicious little killer stayed put long enough for me to use her.

And I planned to drain her dry until she was nothing but a hollow husk.

Evangeline Silverwood had a millennium of sins to answer for—not her sins, of course—and I would use her ruthlessly until I was repaid, in blood and gold and magic. Until I regained everything stolen from my family, including revenge for my murdered brother.

And the next time I sunk my teeth into her, I’d make goddamned sure my cock followed.

Ever since I’d drank from the little killer, I’d been having such wicked, wicked thoughts, stroking myself to sleep every night, exploding with her fucking name on my lips.

I wanted to shatter her apart.

Break her to pieces.

Make her beg.

My hand dove down the front of my pants, stroking my cock as I watched her round, leather-clad ass sway back and forth until she reached the end of the room, pausing long enough to turn and scan the room before she started up the steps.

Somehow, her instincts warned her I was watching. Clever, clever girl . A fresh shiver of anticipation went through me, and I stroked myself faster, harder, sweat beading on my brow as my climax gathered at the base of my spine.

Hunting her would be delicious, and it had been centuries since I’d faced a real challenge.

Evangeline’s fear tasted like wine, lusciously dark and forbiddingly sweet, a twisted medley I could definitely get used to—and would—in the coming weeks. I would use her to destroy Riordan Graves, her own fucking family, and finally Blake Marten, the bastard who’d taken my brother from me.

Tyrell was only the beginning.

I was going to burn this fucking clan down, royal house by royal house, until I was the only one standing in the ashes.

And if Evangeline Silverwood just so happened to be on her knees at my feet in those ashes, with her pretty, lying lips wrapped around my cock, then victory would be that much sweeter.

That image alone had my balls tightening, release covering my belly as I groaned from the force of my climax, hand stroking furiously, trying to wring every last bit of pleasure out of my filthy fantasy.

When I looked out the peephole again, the hall was empty, so I slumped back into the chair I’d dragged up here weeks ago when I’d first watched Evangeline Silverwood destroy Tyrell’s precious staircase and realized she was the key to Blake Marten’s ruination.

First, I’d destroy his king, then his clan, and finally claim his female.

Maybe then, when he’d lost everything, I’d let him taste the mercy of death.

Everyone would get what was coming to them, and by the time I was done with the Nocturne Clan, Laurent Tyrell would be remembered as a benevolent ruler with a heart of gold.

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