Page 11 of Reveal Me (Immortal Vices and Virtues: All Hallows’ Eve #2)

Dion

T he door slammed closed behind me. I could still taste her breath on my lips. It hadn’t been a kiss, but the feeling was as real as if it had been. That bittersweet hint of her. The intoxicating tang of her. That bite of poison beneath the fruit.

Niamh lingered on my tongue, and I hated it. I hated that I was so damn affected by it. I hated that I couldn’t just shake it off. I hated that I couldn’t move another step away from the door.

Footsteps approached from the other side. The door slammed open. She didn’t even give me time to turn. She grabbed my wrist, her fingers warm and firm, and pulled me back inside the room.

She wasn’t strong enough to command me. Not physically. My body didn’t get that memo. It responded to her touch even before my mind caught up. Luckily, my big head managed to overtake my little head, and I remembered that she was playing a game.

Looking down at her—the fake her—was a mind trip. I didn’t mind the hair so much. Pink was my favorite color. It was the color of so many things I loved: lips, tongues, labials, clits. What I didn’t like was how she’d lightened her skin color. I preferred the golden brown.

“What are you doing?” I gritted out, my voice tight. “I just told you my fated mate is near. Are you trying to get me to cheat on her with you?”

Niamh didn’t release me. Her grip remained firm on my wrist as she looked up at me. I could see through that false color to the hazel of her eyes. She stepped closer, the space between us shrinking with every breath, until I felt her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of our clothes.

Her lips were the same shape. I knew the texture of that mouth.

How the top lip was plumper than the bottom one.

It was usually the other way around. They parted, and she licked them slowly.

It was a move that sent a pulse of heat straight through me.

The feelings burning inside me I saw reflected back at me in the hazel sparks of her eyes.

This wasn’t a game any longer. She wanted me. She wanted this.

Maybe it was the bond. Maybe she was struggling with the choices she’d backed us both into. She would reveal the identity she was hiding and claim me. Or she could keep pretending so that one of us would reject the other.

I knew two things. One; it wouldn’t be me doing the rejecting. And two I was going to make her beg.

“Say please.”

She blinked a few times, but her gaze still wasn’t clear. “Wh-what?”

With a flick of my wrist, I freed myself from her grasp but not before feeling the lingering warmth of her fingers.

I took that same hand and slid it slowly up her forearm.

I kept my touch light. There were sparks between my fingertips and her flesh.

The skin beneath my touch was soft, but there was a heat radiating off her that set every nerve in my body alight.

“Say please. ‘Please, King Dion, use my body. Forsake your fated mate for my pleasure.’”

My fingers glided farther, brushing over the delicate lines of her arm. She was dainty, my fairy, but I’d seen her strength. I’d heard her sass. She was not going to go down easy.

The game was back on.

The subtle tremor of her skin under my touch didn’t go unnoticed. Her breath quickened as she tried to remain composed. Her body betrayed her.

“You want it? Say it.”

My gaze flickered to her face, studying the way her lips parted slightly, the heat of desire flickering in her eyes.

She wasn’t saying a word, but her body was speaking volumes.

I leaned in just enough to feel the rise and fall of her breath against my skin, letting the tension between us grow, thickening the air with unspoken promise.

My hand traveled upwards until I reached the soft curve of her shoulder. Her body leaned into my touch. Her nostrils flared as she breathed me in, like she couldn’t get enough of the feeling of my skin against hers.

“Tell me to forsake my fated mate for you and I’ll make you orgasm so hard, so many times, you’ll see stars.”

Her lips parted. That lower lip suddenly looked heavier than the upper one. “I want…”

I cupped her cheek, my palm warm against her cool skin. Her breath hitched. My thumb grazed over her bottom lip, soft and full. The warmth of her mouth beneath my touch almost broke my control. I could feel the delicate shiver of anticipation in the way she exhaled.

“What do you want, Niamh?”

“I want you to…”

My other hand settled on her ass. I cupped it firmly, pulling her closer. A whimper escaped her lips. A soft, involuntary sound that sent a jolt of heat to my chest. The raw vulnerability in that sound cracked the last of my restraint. She was already giving in.

But should I be happy about that? I wasn’t sure what winning looked like any longer. I just knew that I wanted her however I could get her.

“Fuck,” she sighed.

“Yes, I’ll do that too. I’ll fuck you with my fingers, with my tongue, with my big, fat cock, if you just say it. Tell me to forsake her and fuck you.”

“How…” She swallowed and tried again. “How many orgasms are we talking about?”

I paused. I wanted to laugh. Fuck, I liked her. “What’s your record?”

“Three.”

I scoffed.

“Really?” Her eyes went wide. They were back to their hazel color and filled with calculation. “Fuck her. Fuck me instead.”

One-handed, I scooped her ass up and pressed her against the wall.

Niamh wrapped her legs around me. With my other hand, the one that had cupped her face, I untied the knot of her thighs around my waist. With both hands on her ass, I lifted her higher against the wall until her core was level with my mouth.

The panther living inside of me growled his approval. His canines came out, and her panties were bitten off. I didn’t waste time with a flick of my tongue or a nip of my teeth. I went straight for her clit and did not let go.

I kissed her deeply, plunging into her warmth, tasting her like I’d been starved for it my entire life. The sweetness of her was intoxicating—like dessert that you could never quite finish because it was so rich, so satisfying.

But there was that bite to her, a sharpness that turned the sweetness into something dangerous. A mixture of softness and poison that burned and calmed all at once. She was wild, untamed, and intoxicating in ways I never expected. She was everything I’d craved and feared all rolled into one.

In seconds, she came so hard her channel tried to swallow my tongue.

With her legs still wrapped around my head, I did an about face and moved away from the door. Once I got to the bed, I threw her down on the queen-size mattress. I studied her body; nipples poking through the thin fabric, lips parted as she panted, thighs spread with that perfect pink bud engorged.

The warrior in me made a game plan. No, a battle plan. I had won this skirmish. I had to wrestle a minimum of two more orgasms out of her. That would be child’s play. The real war was yet to come.

Niamh was my queen, whether she would admit it or not. Whether she wanted to be or not. I needed to win her heart, to make her see that we belonged together. She was my future, my destiny. But destiny, much like a king’s throne, was never handed over.

It had to be won. Like a hunter tracking his prey, I would play the game, knowing in the end she would be mine.