Page 12 of Fated In Forever (Nocturne Vampire Clan #4)

EVANGELINE

O kay, this is ridiculous . The next morning, I stood in a bedroom fit for a queen, wearing jeans that cost a thousand dollars, money that would have fed Angel and I for two months, and who even wore clothes like this?

I turned in the mirror. My ass looked amazing though.

Like, really amazing.

“I have to say, I totally agree.” Riordan filled up the entire doorway, a borrowed black sweater and matching tailored trousers concealing the honed body of a fighter underneath. A body covered in complicated tattoos, markings that stretched over muscled arms and powerful thighs.

Markings I hadn’t seen in far too long.

“Feel better?” His question was edged in heat, and then he was towering over me, hair still damp from his shower, chest brushing my already stiff nipples, and I dragged my fingers down his tight, sculpted abdomen feeling them flex as he leaned down and took my mouth.

He stole every ounce of air from my lungs with that kiss, trapping me between those powerful arms. The kiss went from demanding to punishing in an instant, our tongues tangling together, his lips claiming mine relentlessly until he broke away with a groan, eyes burning as he searched my face, frowning when his gaze drifted down to my hands .

“You need to rest, Evie. I’ve talked to a healer, they’re going to look at those veins. But…let me feed you first.” His gaze drifted to the bed, then back to me, “Let me hold you, so I know you’re okay.”

“I’m fine, Rohr,” I tugged him back down to my mouth. “Kiss me again. Just…kiss me.”

After all the fighting and the near misses and the uncertain future we faced, touching him was the only real thing among the chaos. The only thing that mattered. Him and me and…

“You promised you wouldn’t start without me, you lying fuck.” Blake was still yanking a shirt down his body, lips curled up in a snarl, that scar along his cheek puckering. “Yet here you are, starting .”

“I literally just got here.” Riordan snarled back, a trace of real temper in his tone. “You’re late, because you’re acting like a baby because you didn’t like the fucking clothing choices .”

“I’m not dressing like this.” Blake smoothed his calloused hand down the front of a cashmere sweater, the wool pants he was wearing snug in all the right places. “I want my fucking regular clothes back. This is stupid. How can I fight in these?”

“Stop complaining. We’re not doing any fighting in the next few hours, asshole.” Riordan snapped and I ducked my head to hide my smile. They seldom fought, but when they did, they reminded me of two bickering brothers, getting on each other’s last nerve.

“Well good, because I’m not wearing these fucking clothes. I feel like I’m trussed up for the holidays.” Blake whipped the sweater off and my mouth watered as I scanned him—both for injuries and because my mate was a fucking work of art .

“But…” Blake frowned at me. “We should probably wait.”

“If either of you cock blocks me because of some marks you can barely even see, I swear, I will never forgive you.” I scolded. “Who knows when we’ll have a chance to be together again?”

No, if we went back to France, anything could happen, and I wasn’t squandering a single precious minute.

Riordan turned my in his arms, banding his arm across my throat. “Is this what you want, Evangeline? Both of us worshiping you like the queen you are?”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell them I was no queen, when Blake flipped the button of his pants open, revealing that trail of dark hair, along with the sharp cut of his traps and the thought poofed right out of my head.

“Yes,” I leaned back against Riordan, devouring my mate with my eyes. “That’s exactly what I want. All of us together. I want to…not forget, exactly, but…I just want to feel safe again.”

Because that’s how they made me feel. Safe. protected. Treasured .

Blake stripped, dropping the sweater on the floor, and leaving the pants behind him before dropping to his knees before me.

“Stay right here, Silver,” Rohr purred in my ear.

“I want to hear every fucking sound that comes out of your mouth while he eats your pussy, then we’re going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name.

” Riordan held me in place, and I closed my eyes as Blake unfastened my jeans, his heated breath skating over my belly.

Then he ripped my jeans down with a frenzy that had me trembling all over, and that was before his ravenous mouth landed on my swollen pussy and began to feast.

“Blake, I can’t… oh fuck .” I came as soon as his tongue drove into my core, thumb pressing down on my clit, head thrashing as Riordan kept me pinned against him, which was good, since my quivering thighs wouldn’t keep me up.

My mate’s pleased chuckle vibrated deep through me while he greedily licked up and down, like he couldn’t get enough.

“Fucking hell, that’s it. Come all over my tongue like a good girl.”

My body clenched at the praise— and since when did I do that —Riordan’s body tense as a drum behind me. “I am dying to be inside you, Silver. Fucking dying. You’re going to come on my cock, and when we’re finished with you, every fucking male in this castle will know exactly who you belong to.”

I suspected this feral possessiveness had something to do with a certain monster, the fact this entire castle was filled with warriors and guards and Elders, and we were on unfamiliar territory.

Besides, my inner goddess preened at being desired by two powerful males—a king, no less, and an ancient warrior—and I was dying for more. I loved being shared between them, the ease with which they worked my body, knowing what I liked and what brought me the most pleasure.

“Get her on the bed,” Blake ordered, his voice hoarse. “Naked. I want to see every part of my mate. Put her on display for me.”

I was always a little bit shocked, and a whole lot turned on, when Blake started ordering his king around in the bedroom, that little seed of excitement burning low in my belly.

Riordan did as he commanded, stripping me down and arranging me on the bed just so, until I felt like I was the subject of a life drawing class, my body draped artfully on the damask bed cover.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” Blake strode toward me, cock so hard it was purple, the skin shiny, veins protruding. “Spread your legs. Show us how wet you are for us, mate. Show us how much you want us.”

I blushed, rolled onto my back and slowly opened my knees, feeling foolish and a whole lot vulnerable as I did what he asked.

“Use your hands, Silver. Spread those pink lips. I want to see that pretty cunt.” There was a primal intensity to Riordan’s command, and I obeyed, blushing the entire time. I would have closed my eyes, except when I did, Blake shook his head.

“Look at us, Evangeline.” He stroked his cock, beads of precum leaking out. “ Look at what you do to us. Look at how ready we are for you. You have all the power in this room, you are the one in control. We’re your slaves, willing to grant any wish you have.”

“Then get in bed with me and don’t keep me waiting,” I hissed, some of their primal energy rubbing off on me, some of that same need to re-claim them driving my aggression.

“There she is,” Riordan said smoothly, yanking the sweater over his head, revealing the long lines of his powerful body, those twining tattoos. “I was worried we’d lost you.”

“Never.” I inched back on the bed as the two of them prowled forward, suddenly feeling like I may have overestimated my ability to handle these two in their current mood.

Blake stretched out beside me, capturing my mouth with his, a tender kiss that strummed my heart, made my eyes burn. Then he rolled, pulling me with him, until I straddled his hips, his hard cock trapped between us, something wicked sparking in his gaze.

Heat flooded my system as he lifted me up, positioning me over his erect cock .

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” He grinned, eyes glowing bright. “I’m not going to lie…this is going to get intense, mate.”

“Yes,” I moaned, bracing myself on his shoulders as he pressed the head of his cock against my soaking wet entrance, one hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as he worked his way deeper. A moan slipped out, the pressure, the pleasure of having my mate filling me up almost too much.

My fangs punctured my bottom lip and Blake fell on my mouth like he was starving, tongue sweeping over the seeping blood over and over, little groans of delight rumbling in his chest.

When he pulled back…I froze, Riordan’s hand clamped down over the nape of my neck.

Take a deep breath, Silver, hold still.

I was aware Blake watched my face intently, pupils blown wide as Riordan pressed against my ass, using his free hand to drag wetness from where Blake and I were joined to my tight entrance, pushing through the tight ring of muscles with his thumb.

“You are so beautiful,” Blake murmured. “So fucking beautiful. My mate. My queen. Now don’t forget to breathe.” His big hands closed around my hips, keeping me impaled on his cock as Riordan dragged the head of his cock between the globes of my ass and positioned himself at my rear entrance.

Relax, Silver. Relax and let us share you between us. This will pinch, but you’re going to feel so good in just a minute. He pushed inside and I hissed out a curse, his huge head stretching me almost beyond my limits.

I went to move away from this relentless invasion, but Rohr’s strong hand closed down over my nape, holding me in place, Blake’s grip tightening down until all I could do was take what they gave me, Riordan working his cock in deeper, inch by inch, until I thought I was splitting in two.

This was unbearable, delicious, pain and pleasure twisted together in a wild, straining battle until with a final, forceful thrust, Riordan filled me up, his hips flush against my ass, heaving chest against my back.

That’s it , he soothed. I’m there, we’re both inside you, just try to relax .