Page 7 of These Dangerous Fates

I fist my cock and roughly jerk my hand up and down while I prepare Cade. The pressure is building, my heart is pounding, and I need release. Desperately. When I can’t wait any longer, I remove my fingers and grasp his hips tightly, guiding my cock to his ass and slowly pushing inside. We both moan as he takes me in. The tight ring of muscle squeezes me deliciously, and I tighten my hold on his hips.

I try to start slow, to give him time to adjust, but I can’t prevent my hips from bucking faster and faster. Our skin slaps together and sweat soon coats both of our bodies. Our breathing is heavy, punctured by moans and grunts. Cade fists his dick and I lower over him to cover his hand with mine.

“Fuck, Kai. I’m—” He cuts off and stiffens under me as he comes, a thick stream that splatters the window seat.

It’s enough for me, and my balls draw up as I follow him over the edge, grunting my release into his ass, pumping my hips until every last drop has been milked from my cock.

The fluttering didn’t stop. If anything it seems to have intensified. Leaning against the window seat we catch our breath as the sweat cools on our bodies. When I pull away, Cade turns around to study me closely. He says nothing about what he sees, but his brow furrows and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth before he grabs his clothes from the floor.

“Go shower,” he says. “We’ll talk when you’re done.”

I groan and tuck my now limp cock into my pants. Talking about feelings is not my favorite thing to do, but I know he won’t let it go. I pour myself another glass of blood bourbon and swallow it in one gulp before heading for the bathroom.

I’m slightly more centered when I emerge from the bathroom in a cloud of steam with a towel wrapped around my hips. The fluttering in my chest has subsided. Either that, or I pushed it far enough to the back of my mind, I’m able to ignore it. Cade’s put on his pants, but he’s still shirtless, and I can’t keep my gaze from trailing over his sculpted chest and abs, and the galaxy tattoo on his arm. That damn violet gaze is too all-seeing and all-knowing, and I shift uncomfortably as he reads me.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve done that. Not that I’m complaining,” he says with a smirk from the window seat. “But, what’s up?”

Flopping on my bed, I shake my head and try to decide what to say. “My dad ordered me to kill the Parkers.”

His brows raise to his hairline. “All of them?”

I nod.

“Don’t they have twin six-year-olds?”

I nod again.

His chest inflates on a breath. “Well, this isn’t the first time your dad has ordered you to murder children. What’s different about this one?”

“I don’t know,” I sigh heavily and let my head thump on the mattress so I’m staring at the ceiling. “I was already in a pissy mood after he dropped the bomb that he arranged for me to marry the Valentino girl.”

“The Valentino girl? You mean Carlo Valentino’s heir, Guilia?”

“The one and only.”

“Shit, man. That seriously blows.”

I appreciate he doesn’t placate me or ask if there is a way out of it. He knows better. “I mean, I always knew this day was coming.” I shrug, like it’s no big deal, even though we both know that’s a lie. “It’s all I’ve heard about since I was old enough to marry. I guess I pushed it to the recesses of my mind since my dad never seemed in any hurry. But, Guilia?”

Cade snorts. “Yeah, he certainly picked a winner. She’s pretty enough, but that personality is definitely lacking.”

“Understatement of the century,” I deadpan.

“When does all this go down?”

“This winter.”

He whistles through his teeth. “Wow, not a lot of time.”

Instead of answering, I get up and make myself another drink.

“Alright,” Cade says as he stands from the window seat. “Get dressed, we’re going out.”

I don’t ask. I have no fight left in me, so I shower and prepare for a night of debauchery with the boys.

* * *

At night, the streets of Altair transform into the devil’s playground. Monsters roam the darkness, looking for their next hit or victim. My friends and I are the top predators in the city. The rumors about us are mostly true. Yes, I am a prince and trained assassin. Yes, I can stalk your nightmares. Yes, I enjoy the taste of blood. But there is more to us than most people assume, although we’re content to let them paint the picture of us as the evil derelicts of Lustros.

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