Page 78 of Loreblood

So I unlatched the window and climbed in.

My body appeared from behind the velvet curtain like a wraith, a hellbent specter.

“Who is that?” Baylen whined.

His words to Dimmon ran through me.“Give me another chance. I’ll bring her back to the light.”

It was at that moment I understood Baylen Sallow would never stop coming for me.

I was furious he had fallen so hard, so far. My mind was already tipping with madness from my thoughts about Lukain, and now this? The last thing I needed was a haunter, a parasite, cursing me for the rest of my life.

I pushed past the curtain, wading into the darkness of the room with the moonlight bathing me from behind. My body was silhouetted, striking a terrifying figure as I advanced on Baylen Sallow in his bed.

He was reclined, his wounds wrapped in white bandages and gauze. Baylen’s hands were on his lap, his body unclothed like mine had been during my recovery, only covered by a thin blanket.

I had given him a dozen new scars to look at.

“Are you a b-banshee? Seph, is that you?”

I emerged from the moon’s glow, past the circle of darkness, and into the murky candlelight near his bed.

“Well met, Baylen.”

His body stiffened. His eyes became suspicious, slitting as he glared at me. “Come to finish me off, have you?”

I smiled. “I heard you. In the ring, you know. What you wished for, Bay. What you desired.”

His throat bobbed, gulping hard. “Wh-What?”

I climbed onto the bed then, hooking my thick leg over his torso.

I sat on Baylen’s stomach. His breath caught in his throat, holding it still as he watched me trail my fingers down his shallow cast over the bandages adorning his chest and arms.

Goosebumps broke out along his flesh.

The Diplomats are here for me. Lukain is nowhere to be seen. I’ve been left all alone.I smiled down at his shocked face, pale from our duel. “This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it, Bay?”

His hands came to life, clutching the round swells of my ass on top of him, roving up my tapered sides and squeezing my curves. “Yes!”

I let him touch me. My eyes never left his waxen face, even as it filled with color. Something else besides his hands came to life too, and I felt it rustling behind me through the blankets.

When I reached back, his cock was rigid in my palm. Warm as it pressed against my leather pants.

“This is all meneverwant, isn’t it?” I gently stroked his length to fullness, feeling his arousal beading and dripping down my hand behind me.

He grunted, closing his eyes and blinking them open rapidly. “Can you blame us?”

Of course I can, dear Baylen. Who else would I blame?

I leaned forward until my breasts pressed against his chest. Only the fabric of my tunic separated his heated flesh from mine. My lips ghosted over his, and I smiled again.

He peeled my pants down from the back, blindly, and I allowed him his fun. I only rose from straddling his body high enough so he could tug them down my thighs.

My hand closed around his cock and I guided him.

Next time I sat, when I planted my ass onto his lap, it was to let Baylen Sallow spear his warm cock inside me.

His groan was molten, filled with bliss. Bay’s hands clutched my hips tighter, harder, and he rolled his head back on the pillow, as if contemplating if this was a dream.