Page 49 of The Midnight Order (The Thorngray Vampires Duet #1)

Asher

Silver isn’t calm until I have her in the bedroom, sitting on my lap on the bed.

She told me what had happened, which had upset her all over again.

I can tell that the confusion of the encounter bothers her most of all, but she’s now concerned her breaking our curse will damn us somehow, and that has me worried.

The one thing I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember is for this fucking mask off of my face, and she’s the only one who can do it.

As soon as everything clicks into place and each of us gets our heads out of our asses, I know it’ll happen.

But at what cost?

“We have to tell the others,” she says, looking up at me sleepily. She’s exhausted herself crying. There are small broken blood vessels around her eyes from the force of her emotion, and I hate how badly I want to suck the little bits of blood out of her skin just to taste her. To savor her.

“We will. I don’t think the curse is going to break in the next five minutes, do you?”

She shakes her head, sniffling.

“Then take the time that you need.”

She runs her hand over half of my cheek, left exposed by the mask. “You know, you’re very sweet when you need to be.”

I try to smile, but the hunger gnawing at me has other plans, and the black veins on my face slither to the surface as my fangs elongate and leak venom from her touch.

I clear my throat, trying to calm the reaction, but can’t shake it.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her, nudging her off my lap.

She gets back on my lap, straddling me.

“Silver,” I warn, the thirst burning up my throat as my nails dig into her hips. “I can’t do this right now. You’re too raw, and I need a bit of space. I need Corvin.”

“You don’t need Corvin, Ash. I’m right here.”

She traces kisses up my throat, and my cock fills with blood, tugging against the piercings in it.

Euphoric.

Being with Silver is euphoric.

I can’t help but give her a little taste from below, writhing against her center. She’s in leggings and an oversized sweater that I think is Lowell’s, but her pants are thin enough that my piercings bump along her sex, causing her to moan.

“You know, you haven’t tasted me since the basement.”

My mind travels back, thinking of how she looked pressed against the cross, how her sweet center felt drenched and slipping over my fingers, and I realize I’m tormenting myself more.

“It wasn’t our time.”

“Before, you stole your time.”

I grin as I recall dragging her down the hall, her screaming as I stole through the manor with her. “I did. Didn’t I?”

“Is now our time?” she whispers against my lips and thoughts of tying her down to this bed and feeding from her until my body and this hunger are satisfied and then fucking her until I’m depleted of energy dance through my brain.

“We have to talk to the others,” I remind her, contradicting my earlier sentiment.

“But you said?—”

I lift my head, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth. My sensitive hearing catches the moment one of my teeth breaks the barrier of her skin, and her flavor gesticulates across my taste buds, making me groan.

My cock gets harder. Soon, the fucking thing will break off. “I know what I said. I’m trying to stay sane here. If I don’t, you won’t like what I do.”

She pulls back, licking the bead of her blood off her lip.

That was mine!

“Tell me. Tell me what you’ll do to me if we don’t stop.”

Her words pull me away from the irrational anger at the stolen blood.

Reaching up, I wrap my hand around her throat. Her pulse rapidly beats into my skin the tighter I squeeze. The look in her eyes becomes needy, fierce with a fire that I want to stoke higher and higher until this entire manor is burned to fucking ash.

“If you don’t stop prodding at me, sweet girl, I’m going to lose control of my better nature. You’ll be tied to this bed, bled until I’m satiated, and fucked until my cock is limp. So, if you have any self-preservation left, use it.”

She fights for air and can’t answer because my hand still holds her hostage, but her answer comes in the form of an elongated roll of her hips over my dick.

My eyes roll back, and I arch into her, asking for more. No, I’m pleading for more.

Even if I’m the one holding her captive, she’s the one in control.

She’s the puppet master, and I’m her willing little doll.

“Do it,” she whispers, and my hand goes lax around her throat.

“Silver, I can’t—” I shake my head, tossing her off me.

She bounces as she lands beside me on the bed. “You can. Do it.”

Pacing with an erection isn’t a good look for me, but here I am, in a complete meltdown, with a throbbing cock between my legs. Tugging my hair, I stop to look at her. “You can’t mean that. I know you’ve been trusting of us, more so than you should be, but that’s too risky.”

“So get one of the others… You know what, don’t get one of the others. I want this experience to be just between you and me. Like I had with Jasper.”

I swallow over a burning lump building in my throat. “Silver?—”

She stands, pulling her top off over her head. Her perfect breasts spill out, as she has no bra on beneath her shirt, and I’m biting my fist as I watch.

I’m still convinced I can talk her off the ledge and change her mind, but I’m wavering.

When her pants drop, and she takes her panties with them, I’m backing towards the television stand, gripping the edge—the wood creaks. “I don’t know if Corvin… This isn’t a good idea.”

She seems to consider it for a moment and then turns and crawls up the bed, giving me the perfect view of her ass. And fuck, her pussy from the back as she reaches the pillows…

She lies on her back, opening her legs and letting them fall slack.

“You’re toying with something I don’t think you fully understand yet.”

“So teach me.” Her hand slides down her stomach, and before I can think better of it, I’m striding into the closet and ripping open the chest of toys Corvin and I have in the corner.

When I breeze out of the closet, rope in hand, Silver’s strumming her pussy like she’s creating a beautiful song for me to work to.

“You’re trying to fucking kill me, aren’t you?”

She doesn’t answer, only sinks two fingers inside her tight heat.

“Fuck, sweet girl.”

Forgoing Lowell’s archaic rules, I use my enhanced speed to tug her limbs toward each corner, tying her up with rope to each bedpost, leaving the one she’s currently riding for last.

She whimpers at the loss when I take it away.

“Soon, you’ll have what you need. But first, I’ll have what I need.”

She lifts her head, watching as I rip my clothes off and toss them all over the room.

Corvin will have my head for that later.

I rush over to her, and the bed slams into the wall from the force. My cock slides over her warm center, and I drag it lazily from entrance to clit, teasing little moans out of her.

They’re my favorite thing.

She turns her neck, offering herself to me.

I drop into the column, inhaling her scent like an addict before nipping her ear. “You’re perfect. I hope you realize how much power you have over us. Even now. What’s your safe word?”

“Tenebris,” she breathes.

“Good girl.”

“I won’t use it.”

“There’s no shame if you do.”

Hovering over her lips, I breathe in her next exhale as if it’ll give me the sustenance I need, but it only spikes more hunger through me, deeper into the dark caverns in my stomach.

“I’m going to feast on you, sweet girl. And then, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t ever question the darker nature of me again.”

She groans, her glassy eyes tracking me as I slide down her body, nipping my fangs down her skin along the way.

My ear presses to her pussy, sliding across to her upper thigh as I listen for the telltale thrum of my favorite artery.

The femoral.

“Ahh, there it is,” I whisper, kissing over where it runs deeply along her inguinal ligament, too deep for me to get my fangs into it.

Silver moans, arching her pelvis off the bed into my mouth.

I give her another appreciative brush of my lips, running along the medial edge of her thigh.

When I scent its proximity, her sweet blood rushing through it, headed for her heart as it beats in overtime to my nearness, a dark chuckle rumbles out of me.

“You’re about to become my favorite meal. Don’t hold back. Let them hear you scream!”

Shock and worry flutter in her eyes, but I don’t give her time to let them settle. I strike hard and fast, dosing her femoral with every ounce of venom that I can.

There’s a reason I love to feed from this particular spot. Even if it’s Corvin, my venom hits the heart quicker and more potent.

Silver doesn’t disappoint. Her body convulses, and her screams are loud and so fucking alluring as I swallow mouthfuls of her blood.

My eyes shutter, my brain stuttering as her rich flavor drags me under in heady waves. Pre-cum leaks from me, seeping into the duvet beneath us, and I know Corvin will behead me if I get one drop of her blood on it.

But I don’t care.

Laving at the wound I created, I close it.

Not because I’m nearly done, but because I don’t want to take too much.

Silver’s becoming my favorite new toy; I can’t bleed her dry.

I don’t give her a moment to recover before I position myself between her thighs, grab hold of her throat snugly, and sink inside her unforgiving pussy.

“That’s a girl; hug me tight. Fuck, you feel so good.” My unoccupied hand grips the headboard, giving me leverage to fuck her with every ounce of built-up tension I’ve been waiting to unleash on her.

Her mouth gapes, begging for air with her eyes, so I give her a breath.

She chokes on it as I hover my hand over her throat. “You need to use your word?”

She shakes her head. “No! Please. Oh, God,” she whimpers, closing her eyes.

“Look at me!” I bellow, my voice rending through the room. “You will always have those pretty eyes on me when I’m in your pussy. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she answers, and a darker side of me snarls.

“Sir,” Corvin says, and I nearly miss my next deep thrust as I realize he’d snuck in the room. “He likes to be called Sir in this state.”

“Yes, Sir,” Silver breathes out, licking her lips as her eyes fight to open.

“Eyes on me, my pretty little Silver,” I remind her, and she snaps those baby blues toward me.

Corvin kneels on the edge of the bed, hovering his face near Silver’s, his lips teasing her ear. “I see you’ve met Asher now. Well, some of him.”

I fuck her harder, deeper, losing myself in the way she flutters around me now that he’s here, now that I’m whole. We’re whole.

“I have to say, Silver,” Corvin taunts. The tone of his voice causes my eyes to break contact with Silver’s and flick toward him, as if waiting to hear his next words.

I’m thirsty for them.

For him, his thoughts.

Her needs.

Fuck, they’re going to kill me.

“You look so good tied up,” he finishes, running his hand down her stomach, twirling over her bud as he senses my orgasm closing in on me.

“Look at her. Watch her while she comes for you. Watch our girl fall apart for you, Ash.”

Something about his tone and the way he said it has the entire world shifting around me as Silver cries out, her walls rippling around me as she comes, and the last bricks fall off any wall I was hiding behind inside of myself.

The dust settles as I break, letting go of her throat and grabbing the headboard for purchase, driving harder, faster, and taking her to the very limit that her body can handle.

“Corvin,” I say, worry clear in my hoarse tone.

“You won’t break her. Look at her, Ash. She likes it. She likes how hard you’re fucking her. She’s going to come again, and when she does, you let go. Go with her.”

“Oh fuck.” I grit my teeth, grinding them as I feel her tightening around me again.

“It’s too much.” Silver’s voice is raspy, full of worry.

“It’s not.” Corvin’s hand works faster, taking her higher.

To see him leading us, standing beside us in this, something he knew I was worried about, is… almost too much to handle emotionally.

But it’s all forgotten when Silver convulses around me, milking my cock so perfectly that I don’t realize I’m a goner until I’m screaming through an orgasm so powerful that my thrusts slow and my eyes cross.

Corvin’s mouth crashes to mine while I still move jerkily inside Silver, shivers working through us both as we come down.

“I love you,” he says, running his hand through my hair.

Before I can say another word, he turns his gaze on Silver. “And we love you.”

His confession hangs between us as Silver’s eyes water. “I love both of you, and I think I’ve known it for far longer than I’ve wanted to admit.”

Her tears feel like they’ll be my undoing until I hear the one word I never want to make her utter again as she chokes on sobs.

“Tenebris. Please, unbind me.”