Page 7 of Fated In Forever (Nocturne Vampire Clan #4)

MALACHI

A n hour seems like a long time to wait.

You heard Brendan. He has to make preparations. Evie scolded gently. We showed up out of the blue, I highly doubt he has everything readily at hand for a monster exorcism. Hopefully when he comes back…he’ll have news about the rift. Her eyes flicked to mine . About Blake and Riordan.

Guilt seeped from her like poison, and I held her tighter. They can hold their own. Ravok’s not one to stick around, and Nikolai sent his brother and Dravin. I reminded her. They have backup now, plus Nash and the Knightsguard.

I know, but I can’t help worrying. We’re here, we’re safe, and they’re…well, I just hope you’re right is all.

I didn’t feel like reminding Vicious that safe was exactly where Riordan and Blake would have wanted her. Instead, I buried my face in her throat, drinking in her scent, her warmth, her utter perfection.

Remember that ridiculous show you put on for Tyrell with the red tablecloth and the candles? A soft laugh escaped her lips. “Let’s hope whatever Brendan’s ritual is goes better than that. I’m not up for more bloodshed right now.”

I closed my eyes and glutted myself on her laugh.

All I wanted was to stay like this, caught in this perfect moment that I wanted to make last forever.

But that fast, black swirled into my thoughts like a poison, corrupting everything good and pure with a foulness I didn’t want anywhere around this female I loved.

I moved to set her down, but she reached up and cupped my face, her eyes soft.

“Now that we’re alone, let me look at you,” she whispered, almost shyly. “Just for a minute.”

How the fuck could I refuse her?

How could I refuse her anything, especially when she asked like that?

So there I sat, her warm, soft palms sliding over my skin, lust racing through my veins in hot spurts, the only thing keeping me from being inside her a cloak of shadow and her still-damp clothes.

I was too aware of the way her soft ass draped over my hardening cock, how every little shift and movement created lightning hot friction. I wasn’t a complete fool. I knew I wouldn’t fit inside her, but fuck…the barest touch and I was ready to explode.

“I can’t get over how much you still look like yourself. You’re just…so much bigger.” She went up on her knees on the bench, trapping my thighs, my aching cock brushing my belly as she pushed up to get a better look, those soft palms constantly rubbing, her warm, damp breath washing over me.

How I wanted to surge forward and take her, right here, on Brendan’s floor, drive my cock into her wet heat—into her sweet arousal I smelled all around us—but I stayed right the fuck where I was, warning my beast to stay put as she explored me like I was a work of art, slowly and thoroughly and with the patience of a fucking monk.

This sad, sweet feeling— all these fucking feelings I wasn’t prepared for—swirled through me, and I was helpless to stop them.

I wanted Vicious, more than I wanted to breathe. Every piece of her. I want her in the best of times, and the worst. I want to laugh and cry and fight and make love all night long, and there wasn’t a piece of me that would settle for anything less than an eternity.

“I just want to…” Her eyes slipped closed, then her soft, plump lips pressed against mine, then her tongue was between them, greedily tracing sharpened teeth and even sharper fangs with a ravenous curiosity I couldn’t have stopped, even if I’d wanted to.

I wrapped one hand around her ample backside, the other twisted in her hair, then I was kissing her back, driving my tongue in deep, curling it around hers, making her take everything I gave, the hard, tight nubs of her nipples like bullets against my chest. She tasted the same, but…so much more.

Confusingly more. Sweeter, richer… mine .

No. Not mine.

I had to let Vicious go, I had to stop this madness, now, before I lost myself completely and ruined her, in the same way I was ruined.

Vicious. We shouldn’t. I’m not strong enough to stop this, so you have to stop for us both.

Well too bad, because I don’t want to. In fact, I’m just getting started.

She laughed into my mouth, because of course, I couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t stop my hands from wandering, from squeezing plump flesh, from caressing every delicious curve.

My cock was about to explode, and when she reached between us and wrapped her fingers almost all the way around me, my hips jerked forward .

That’s it, God, you’re so big. Too big, but so hard. Is this for me, Malachi? All this for me?

The thoughts—the words—tumbled between us in a reckless spill of need and grasping, frantic flesh, until she was pressed against my chest, her lips nibbling up my neck, her hand stroking my cock and I ground into her touch, I couldn’t help myself.

Yes. All of this is for you, now fucking let me go.

We can’t… Then I threw my head back and groaned as she stroked me harder and rougher, exactly the way I’d worked myself all these past months, after our every encounter, gathering enough precum to lubricate the next hard, demanding stroke, and the next.

On the next stroke my head slammed back, denting the stone wall, hands tightening on the arms of the bench until the ancient wood groaned.

Fuck, Vicious, I’m not going to last if you keep this up.

She hummed happily against my skin. That’s the plan. I want to watch you fall apart.

Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her lips nibbling my throat as she worked me relentlessly, my hands squeezing her ass with every fucking demanding stroke, until she slid down my body and then she was on her knees.

My mind went blank when Evie’s warm, wet mouth closed over my sensitive head, both hands working me up and down and fucking hell, I’d never seen anything as sexy as Evangeline Silverwood.

Vicious. Please. I didn’t know if I was begging for more or for her to stop.

You taste so good. I’ve been dying to do this , she hummed and my entire body jerked, head roaring, mind emptying out of everything except how fucking perfect she was.

I want to see you come undone, Malachi. Let me take care of you, after everything you’ve done for me. Give me your pleasure…please?

It’s yours. Everything I have…is yours.

Her eyes caught mine, soft and gleaming and filled with laughter and I blew apart with a roar. Shattered, more like it, falling to pieces as my release roared through me, utterly destroyed, from a single glance.

This female held all the power over me—she commanded me, and she always would.

Then I was spilling into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she gagged and swallowed and gagged again, my balls pulsing until I was empty, a sheen of sweat coating my chest, my abdomen, my claws tangled in her honey blond hair, long black sharpness twisted over with strands of spun gold.

Vicious rocked back on her heels, a look of pure triumph on her face as she deliberately licked her lips. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you still taste the same, too.”

Without a word I tugged her back into my lap and buried my face in her neck, wishing she was in dry clothes, that I’d never gone to France in the first place, that I’d killed Ravok a thousand years ago instead of locking him in his coffin.

Wishing my soul wasn’t trickling away by the minute, like sand in an hourglass

Brendan was clever and experienced in breaking all different sorts of bonds, but he’d never attempted anything like this. No one had, not witch or vampire or mage, because no one on this earth had ever tried to put a god back into his box.

I trusted Brendan, but I needed insurance.

I had to know—without any doubt—by the end of today, Evie would no longer be shackled to me. We shouldn’t have done that , I finally said.

If you only knew all the things I want to do with you…except I’m not sure you’d fit, honestly. Do you feel better? Her hand glided down my chest, until her palm rested over my heart, that oddly familiar tug a painful reminder I had to let her go.

That was a reminder I don’t make idle promises, Malachi, and I won’t change my mind. We’re in this together. No matter if Brendan can’t reverse this, no matter if the world is really ending. I’m not leaving you.

I squeezed my eyes closed. Between the frantic beats of my heart was the fierceness in every word, the firm resolve backing them up, and I had never loved anyone more than I did Evangeline Silverwood in this moment.

I loved every piece of her, from her odd blue eyes to her fierce heart, to her unflinching loyalty—Vicious was the perfect mate I never deserved.

Yes. I tightened my grip. You know I have fantasies of you, down on your knees with my cock in your mouth, but never like this, Vicious.

There’s more where that came from, you know. She gazed at me with such rapt curiosity, not an ounce of fear or repulsion, and for some reason, I found that incredibly sexy, as well as reassuring. Let’s make a deal.

Her fingers slowly walked their way up my chest. Once this is over, you let me live out just one teensy weensy fantasy I might not have known I had yesterday ?

I caught her by the wrist, though I couldn’t help smiling. With luck, in an hour, you’ll never see me in this form again.

Well, you’re no fun at all.

I’m all kinds of fun, but like you said, I’d never fit.

And because I could never stand to hurt you…

we shouldn’t ever venture down that road.

I dipped my head and kissed her again, the tip of my long tongue slipping between her lips, as I imagined what she tasted like right now.

Her arousal smelled thick as honey, and twice as sweet and…

I had to get my fucking head back in the game.

Vicious. I know it’s been a long day, but would you be up for a little adventure?