Page 69 of Fated In Forever (Nocturne Vampire Clan #4)

EVANGELINE

I mulled over Sabine’s parting words for far too long, even after I got upstairs to my bedroom and undressed. Whether she was a witch or something more powerful, Sabine had given us a warning, and we’d do well to heed her words.

And I would… if I had any idea what she meant.

Malachi disappeared shortly after Sabine, then I’d spent an hour catching up with Bex, Angel and Eldric, while Blake and Riordan spent the entire evening with Finn, Nash and Nikolai, sorting out the fallout from Angel’s kidnapping and the hordes of thralls captured at the compound.

I turned out the lights and crawled into bed, adrift in a sea of blankets and pillows. I was still awake when Crimson House went quiet and Malachi slipped into the room hours later, silent as a wraith, only the rustle of fabric pinpointing where he was in the darkness.

“I don’t know how you manage to do that,” I whispered, and he froze, halfway into bed. “Like you become the shadows. Or they become you.”

“A skill I dragged back from the Underworld, I’m afraid.

” He didn’t sound pleased, but his arms slipped around me, the ends of his braids tickling my nose until I pushed them over his shoulder.

For a moment we stayed like that, breathing in sync, things between us feeling more settled than ever before, and yet, not settled at all.

“A skill that could come in useful,” I pointed out. “Given what’s coming.”

“I don’t want to talk about what’s coming.

” His lips met mine and I yielded instantly, my body softening as he rolled on top of me, all hard, honed edges and smooth warm skin.

Every inch of this new version of him was sharply cut muscle, not an ounce of fat, and I ran my hands greedily down his back, exploring every powerful inch.

You are safe and you are home, Evangeline. This is where you belong. A place where you can be happy, where no one will ever make you leave.

I see you’ve been talking to Riordan , I curved my fingers around the back of his neck, savoring his rich, spicy taste, the leashed strength in his powerful body as he pressed me deeper into the mattress. I never want this to end.

It doesn’t have to. He settled into the cradle of my thighs.

We only want you to have everything you’ve ever desired, and we want you to be happy. If I could give you an eternity, Vicious, I would tear down the veil between the realms and force fate to give us forever.

I know you would. A heartbeat passed . But the veil is there for a reason, Malachi. And tomorrow…

Malachi pressed his lips tighter against mine, his heart pounding. No, not tonight. I’m not wasting any more time worrying about the future. Not when you’re right here. Not when we still have time.

I held him tighter, kissed him deeper, made every second count. These were the moments I wanted to remember until my dying day, these brief flashes of light and life, of love and hushed whispers, of sweet caresses and lingering kisses .

I love you. His tongue glided against mine, hand tightening on my hip as he deepened the kiss, his palm cupping my jaw when he pulled my bottom lip between his fangs and sucked . My thighs clenched, his length hard and ready along the inside of my thigh.

The bed dipped behind me and then Riordan was there, lips on my shoulder, warm fingers skimming down my spine, tracing the curve of my ass with a slow, deliberate thoroughness that left me shivering.

“We meant to be here hours ago.” Blake’s voice echoed slightly in the dark and he lifted one of my feet and began massaging.

“We got hung up on a special project. But now that we are…” he dug his knuckles into the arch of my foot and I groaned into Malachi’s mouth, body tensing from the addictive sensation of having my feet rubbed.

“I think she likes that.” Malachi’s eyes glittered like citrines in the dark. “Keep going.”

I lost track of how long we stayed like that, Malachi kissing me like he didn’t care if he ever breathed again, Riordan rubbing up and down my back, until I was a boneless mess, Blake massaging my feet until I thought I might die from pleasure.

The world outside this room disappeared, as if we were the only people in existence.

We were alive. We were together. There was no looming war, no enemies, no rift waiting to swallow us all up.

I was floating in a sea of sensation, lost in this pure and perfect moment, filled with an unquenchable, burning hunger.

Then I was on my back, Blake wedged between my legs, and hunger turned to wailing ecstasy, me whimpering out his name while Malachi—stretched out on one side of me—traced a finger lightly around my nipples, Riordan petting my ribs, stroking down my sides, stopping only to plant a kiss on my cheek, on my forehead, murmuring how beautiful I was, how perfect.

I had to close my eyes to keep myself together. The way they touched me, the words they whispered, the reverence and the careful, tenderness these big, vicious males showed was my undoing.

Blake licked up through my folds to my clit, fastened his mouth over that throbbing nub and sucked hard and deep.

My hips bucked up off the bed, pushed over the edge by the warm, wet swirl of his talented tongue and then I was sobbing out his name, uncaring the house was filled with people, that anyone and everyone could hear me.

Everything I was feeling squeezed my heart, so much—too much—to ever put into words.

Then my mate ran his knuckles down the side of my face, a rare vulnerability shining in his dark eyes, a whisper of a smile on his face as he checked in with me. Was that okay? You came hard . I like how you screamed my name. You are so goddamned beautiful.

Good. I told him fuzzily, hoping he was wrong about the screaming. All good. So good .

Do you want more? Rohr asked, because I’m going to fucking explode if I don’t get inside you, Silver.

I nodded, reaching out a hand then Riordan loomed over me, notching his cock into my entrance and sinking in a little at a time, like he was already trying to make this last, trying to anchor us together forever.

“You are so fucking tight after you come, do you know that?” He muttered between grit teeth.

“So fucking wet, and you feel so fucking good on my cock, Silver. I will never get enough of you, never.”

He settled into a rhythm, slow and deep, long thrusts that had pleasure building again, his eyes glowing brighter than stars as he began to speed up, his control fraying apart, hands tightening on my hips as he pistoned himself in harder.

I felt everything, the drag of him along my inside walls, Blake’s fingers caging my ankles, pulling me wider so Rohr could get better access, Malachi petting me in long, loving strokes until my skin was on fire, my heaving breaths turning to ragged gasps.

I was close. So fucking close. all I needed was…

I got what you need, Silver. Hang on. Riordan pressed down on my clit, the perfect mix of pressure and circular movement and coupled with the indecently tight slide of him inside me, I surrendered to the power rising inside me, the demanding tidal wave of pleasure that was about to swamp me.

That’s it, love, let go. Blake was right there, nuzzling my throat , Fuck, I love those sounds you make. I fucking love them. You are so fucking perfect. I’m fucking you next and I want you to make them all over again for me, can you do that, mate?

From somewhere above me, Malachi growled, low and feral, and Riordan bared his teeth and snapped . “Wait your fucking turn. She’s his mate and my queen. Mine .”

“She’s my mate, too,” Malachi’s voice echoed out of the darkness itself and a dark thrill went through me at the possessiveness in his tone, an echo of the dark god his mortal form concealed.

I should have scolded them, but maybe—just a little—I preened at having three powerful predators fight over me. And just before I burst apart, stars shattering the darkness, my body on fire, I decided I was getting used to that title.

Maybe I even liked it. Just a little .

You had better get used to the title, Evangeline . Rohr murmured inside my head, his voice calm and even, like he wasn’t fucking the life out of me right now. You will be my queen, Blake’s queen, Malachi’s queen, and we will worship you on our knees, until the end of time.

Then I was fissuring apart, the world disappearing completely as release swamped me with the power of a roaring flame. Rohr went over the edge right behind me, and we fell together, spinning through time and space, hanging onto each other, as my king whispered dark, rough promises in my ear.

I came back to earth slow, like a feather settling out of the air, barely touching down before I was crushed between Blake and Malachi, Riordan gone as they moved me how they wanted me, until I was straddling Malachi, my pussy dripping, my mate behind me, hand gripping the back of my neck, firm but gentle.

“Kiss him,” Blake ordered roughly, lifting me slightly, enough that with a shift of his hips, Malachi notched his cock at my entrance.

My lips fused to Malachi’s, Blake set his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down, down, down that thick, veined length, stretching my already swollen channel with an indecent pinch of pleasure-pain.

That’s it, Evie, take all of him. Does that feel good? Do you like him filling you up? You’re so fucking wet from Riordan, soon you’ll be covered in all our scents. Fucking covered.

My head was spinning, my cunt stretched tight around Malachi, who never stopped his slow, deliberate exploration of my mouth, like I was a secret he was trying to uncover.

You taste so good . Malachi’s palms covered my cheeks, his tongue working in and out between my lips, my hands tracing his neck, his shoulders and arms, hissing when his hips thrust up, just once.

Your cunt is so tight I could spill right now.

Pump you so full of my spend, your belly would puff out as I emptied every drop into you .

My entire body clenched at those words, that image, of being filled up by all of them, impossibly turned on as Blake combed his fingers through my hair, stroking down my back until I was one big ball of aching need.

I’m going to fuck your ass. Blake was breathing hard when he pressed me forward, and Malachi took me down with him, never breaking our kiss, keeping my face cupped between his big, warm palms, heat rolling off his body.

Malachi is bigger than Rohr, so this will be…

different than you’re used to. But you can take us both, Evie, and I’ll make this feel so good.

Blake dragged his cock up the seam of my ass, leaving a trail of wetness behind, and instinctively, I tensed up, every muscle tightening as I prepared myself for that initial thrust. Then he spread my cheeks wide and licked .

My entire body torqued, bucking as Malachi banded a powerful arm across my lower back to hold me in place. Quiet. Let him taste you. He’s been dying for this.

I can’t. I can’t. I wriggled, but between Malachi and Blake, I couldn’t move, couldn’t inch away from that probing, exploring tongue, from the dark, dirty pleasure streaking through me, from the terrible truth that I wanted more.

I wanted them fucking me, unleashed, wild, feral.

I wanted to feel claimed and owned and treasured.

I wanted to forget my name and every heartbreak we’d ever experienced.

I wanted to remember every moment we’d ever shared, and I wanted to share a million more.

I wanted so much, so deeply, my heart burst apart, and that’s when Blake gripped my shoulder, pressed his lips to my ear, and murmured, “ breathe, my love ”.

His invasion was relentless, the kind of claiming thrust that reached my very soul, drove the air from my lungs, was a drink of cold water in a burning desert. And I was burning, pinned and taken, filled so full I thought I might burst, and that’s when my mate began to move.

I didn’t know where Riordan was, had lost all sense of space and time and…

Right here. Watching the three of you. You are so fucking beautiful, Silver.

I knew from the first time I saw you, you were absolutely perfect.

Riordan projected a picture into my head and my body bowed from the force, from the sheer carnal beauty of the three of us together, a fusion of arms and legs and straining flesh, of grunts and moans and murmured names and then I was back inside my own head, clenching around Malachi’s cock, surrendering to the cascading pleasure as I melted around him like butter.

That tight knot of pressure shredded apart, tearing through me in a storm of shattered nerve endings and whimpers and soft cries as Malachi held me tight, pumping up into me as Blake groaned my name, over and over in my ear, his shaking body covering me, hands gripping my hips for dear life as he emptied himself into me.

We collapsed in a ball onto the bed, where I somehow ended up sandwiched between the two of them without being crushed, then Riordan lifted me up, carried me to the bathroom, and slid me into a steaming bath.

Where a bank of candles burned on the windowsill, and I didn’t feel awkward at all.