Page 55 of Fated In Forever (Nocturne Vampire Clan #4)

EVANGELINE

I ’d been poked and prodded, drank a gallon of water, fed from Blake—twice—then Sylvester checked me over, sporting an expression of supreme disappointment—probably because I’d actually survived—before declaring me on the road to recovery.

I’d asked Riordan and Blake to give us a minute and now they were off somewhere and…

I was alone with Malachi.

For the third time in a row, he lifted his head, nostrils flaring, followed by a delicious, primal full-body shudder I felt to my bones.

Me .

He’s smelling me, and he’s…aroused, so aroused he’s fighting to hold himself back.

Which, in turn had an effect on me, which wasn’t at all normal, because I was seriously knocking on death’s door like barely two hours ago, waiting to be let in.

You look enormous . What have you been doing? I raked my eyes down his body, a landscape of powerful muscle and strong bone, of gloriously ripped abdominals and that V thing that made my tongue dart out and wet my lips.

Another inhale.

Another shudder, another of those deep, rumbly purrs.

You need to feed . He finally said, eyes glowing like he’d finally settled upon a solution for all the pent up tension building between us. You are too pale, and my blood will jumpstart your recovery, make you heal faster.

I’ve already fed from Blake and your blood will do a lot of things, Malachi . I dipped my eyes, fingers picking nervously at the sheets. I need a bath. I’ve been in this bed for days and I’m sweaty and gross and…

I lifted my gaze and oh God .

Malachi’s eyes were wholly black, face tormented, consumed with lust, wide chest heaving in short, uncontrolled bursts, his hands clenched, long sinuous tail whipping back and forth.

That fucking tail.

I’d only gotten the briefest hint of what that twitching, pointed end was capable of, but I went wet at the thought of that fucking tail. Of what it could do. Where it could go.

His eyes went blacker.

Okay, this was a bad idea. Sending Blake and Riordan away was a bad idea and us being alone was a bad idea and…

Vicious. Look at me . His command was so gentle I blinked him back into focus. I am perfectly capable of controlling myself. Let me serve you. Feed from me, take everything you need, then we will figure out what comes next.

He settled beside me, the bed groaning like every part of the sturdy oak frame was under attack, but finally he was stretched beside me, shins and taloned feet hanging over the footboard, his too-big shoulders and horns crushed up against the headboard.

Ridiculous.

This whole situation was absolutely ridiculous.

Until his well calloused palm—another thing I had to ask him about—closed over the nape of my neck and pulled me to his throat, tenderly, but making it clear he wouldn’t stand for an argument.

Please. The word was as much a plea as an order.

Put your teeth in me. Put your mouth on me, Vicious. You have no idea how long it has been or how much I’ve dreamed of having this again.

We groaned together when my fangs sank in, his body vibrating, mine trembling when his blood flooded my mouth and the world disappeared in a blur of pleasure and taste and power.

Malachi tasted like darkness itself, rich with nighttime secrets, ripe with promise.

Strength and love and desire all tangled together, every mouthful sliding down my throat as I glutted myself.

Every wounded part of me came alive, power pulsing through me in great, claiming waves, my fingers digging into his shoulders, clinging to him so I wouldn’t be swept away in the torrent.

More. His hand drifted down my body, cupped my ass, moved me until his thigh pushed between mine and my core pressed against hard, rigid muscle. Take more. Drink, Vicious, make me feel every fucking pull.

Make me fucking feel everything.

I closed my mouth around the bite and sucked.

Hard.

Ruthless. Demanding. Possessive.

He moaned, an agonized, needy sound, body desperately jerking beneath me, so wild, so uncontrolled, a burst of smug pride shot through me, knowing I could bring this monster to his knees with just my mouth.

You could bring me to my knees with less, Vicious.

I belong to you.

Every piece of me is yours.

I clamped down harder, tongue tracing his skin, wildfire burning through me, reckless and out of control, igniting an inferno in its wake. I needed friction and pressure; I needed his cock and his tongue and that fucking tail I’d had way too many fantasies about.

Not as many fantasies as I’ve had. Something sinuous and smooth glided along my leg, wrapped around my ankle and squeezed .

That poured gasoline on the wildfire and I licked the punctures closed, grinding myself against him, searching for enough friction to take this needy edge off. I need…

He was gone. No, he was above me. No, he was dragging me to the edge of the bed and pushing my panties to the side.

Fuck, this was disorienting.

You can’t, I’m disgusting. I mewled, sounding both whinier and more encouraging than I’d planned. And definitely not fighting him off as hard as I should have been.

I really need a shower, Malachi, I have to…

No . Two enormous hands wrapped completely around my thighs and spread them apart, cool air brushing over my soaked pussy, my throbbing clit .

I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and you are going to come in my mouth.

You will give me every drop of your arousal, then you will sleep while I watch over you.

And then… holy fuck.

His tongue pushed inside my entrance, then my channel, and kept going, deeper and deeper, my back arching to take more of him, his talons denting the soft flesh of my thighs as he held me still so he could tip my hips up, position me how he wanted me.

The feel of him inside me was incandescent, like a coming home, like the pieces of my life were all finally falling into place, and tears pricked at my eyes, my chest bursting apart at the seams at the utter rightness of us being together again.

And then the world narrowed down to only two things—Malachi’s clever tongue and his powerful, commanding grip, holding me down, keeping me in place, safe and cherished and right where I wanted to be.

Every time he withdrew, my pussy clenched around him as if I didn’t want to let him go, every time he thrust—and oh God, how deep he went—my hips bucked up into his mouth, like I had zero shame.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Then I froze when something prodded at my other entrance, something hard and demanding pressed against my tight hole and…and…the tip of his pointed tail breached my opening, and my entire body arched up off the bed when he shoved past the first ring of muscle.

I clawed at his horns, his shoulders, every part of him I could reach, but his tail kept going, penetrating deeper and deeper until heat streaked through me like liquid fire.

Breathe for me, Vicious. Keep breathing while I take you. Let me give you what you wanted.

I did want this. I’d fantasized about that wicked tail often enough. But this feeling of being split apart was too much, everything was too immediate and I squirmed to get away, only to be pinned down even tighter by that iron grip.

I do want it , but when he pushed in deeper, the pressure turned into pain, and I was split apart and set ablaze, my brain short circuited, body shaking, every aching synapse and nerve left raw and wanting.

Relax. Malachi crooned inside my head, like he was soothing a skittish animal. Let yourself go limp, stop fighting me.

I was fighting him.

Fighting the relentless invasion I secretly craved, fighting…

I didn’t know what.

And just that quickly, my body turned to butter—glorious, molten liquid in Malachi’s enormous taloned hands, to be devoured and plundered and savored. My flesh, to be conquered by a monster, my heart given freely to this male who had clawed his way out of the Underworld to save me.

That’s it. Relax, my love, let me make you feel good. So fucking good, that in a moment, you’ll scream my name for this whole castle to hear.

Malachi curled the end of his tongue every time he dragged it out, and when he forced his way back in, when the pointed tip had to be buried all the way inside my womb, I swore he got thicker, wider, stretching me with a rawness that only added to the breathless pleasure tearing me apart.

And that fucking tail. He changed the size of that, too, the shape of it as he worked the tip in and out, in tandem to that magic tongue, until my head whipped back and forth and I was wordless, breathless, desperate for release.

“God, I’m going to… fuck, Malachi. Fuck. ”

With his name on my lips, I bowed up off the bed, broken and panting, wildfire spreading and spreading through flesh and blood and bone in an incendiary torrent that I collapsed beneath, muscles shaking, mumbling words I was only half aware of.

Then all I saw was Malachi, with his crown and glowing eyes, long tongue sweeping over his lips again and again, as he lapped up every last drop of me, his tail still imbedded deep in my ass, a look of pure victory on his face.

He raised his head, those fucking horns rising up as his eyes narrowed.

Again.

Give me more, Vicious. I’ve been waiting years to taste you again. Do not deny me.

And when he dipped his head again, when he drove himself inside me, joined his flesh to mine in a hungry, claiming dance, I knew there was something deeper than pleasure, something more permanent than love, something that flayed me open, then pieced me back together.

And that something was Malachi Draven, no matter what form he took, monster or man.

***

The sun was barely over the trees and I gripped Malachi’s much larger hand as he led me down a gravel path, my hair still damp from my bath, my legs more unsteady than I would have liked, but I was up. I was moving. I was brimming with Malachi’s blood and I was just a little bit stoned.

Okay.

A lot stoned.