Page 62 of Midnight Queen

His body comes to a stop, the wonderful friction from his dick also halting. “Do you trust me?”

Silas has asked me this before, and at the time all I could offer as an answer was‘I want to’, but now I freely place my heart and life in his hands. “Yes,” I breathe.

The corners of his mouth curl in a satisfied smirk and his finger traces my jaw in approval. “Good girl,” he praises before speaking a command I don’t think is meant for me. “Get in here.”

Not even a full two seconds later, the door of Silas’s office opens. My heart thuds hard in my chest as Lorcan walks into the room. His pale brown eyes scan over my naked and exposed body.

I’m expecting a sarcastic comment or flirty remark from him, but it never comes because the humor that is usually in Lor’s expression is nowhere to be found. It’s been taken over by a look so intense, it makes my skin grow warm and flutters form low in my stomach.

Without a word, the heavily tattooed vampire leans against the wall so that he’s directly in my line of sight.

Silas looks at Lor as his fingertips trail over my dripping opening. “Lor watching you turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I swallow hard, but don’t answer.

“It’s okay,” Silas reassures me. His finger creating tight circles around my clit, making me squirm on the desk. “I already know the answer… I can smell the truth on you but want to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes,” I stumble over the simple word because I’m no longer in control of my body.

I brace myself, expecting there to be wrath to pay for my honesty, but Silas only nods his head once, his smirk from earlier returning

“What about you, Lor? Do you like looking at what’s mine?” he asks without turning his head toward the other man. Silas doesn’t give Lor time to answer like he did me though, instead he answers for him. “I know you do. I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at her.”

Silas abruptly pinches my clit between his fingers and I almost come off the desk. “Fuck!” I cry out.

I watch as the tattooed columns of Lorcan’s throat shift as he swallows, but still he remains silent and where he is.

“This one time, you’re going to watch as I take her, Lorcan.” Silas’s instruction leaves little room for debate. “And while I do, I want you to remember that all you’ll ever be able to do is watch. Never touch.” Just like before, when Silas’s hand slaps my pussy, I can’t contain my gasp. “Isn’t that right?” he snarls at me.

“Yes, that’s right.” I don’t know how I manage to string together three full words, but I do.Someone give me a gold fucking star.

“And he will never know just how sweet you taste.” My front teeth dig painfully into my bottom lip to stop myself from gaping at him when he runs his tongue along his palm, licking away the wetness that had transferred there. “He can only imagine it.”

Lorcan, who’s been standing like a statue, finally shifts restlessly and his fingers flex at his side.

Midnight-black eyes pin me. “Tell me what you want.”

This isn’t a hard question and for the rest of my life, the answer will never change. “You. I want you.”No, I need him.“I just want you.”

A triumphant look crosses Silas’s face. “I know.”

Silas’s hands tackle his belt and before I can fully exhale the air in my lungs, his thick cock is free from the confines of his pants and it’s burying deep inside me.

The invasion is exactly what I need to send me over the edge. I come violently around him and my body thrashes against the surface of the desk. My nails claw at the wood and I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m leaving permanent scratches in the finish.

Silas stays still, not moving an inch, until the waves of pleasure begin to wane. He waits until the precise second I almost come down before pulling completely out of me and diving back inside. The friction causes more tremors to shoot through me, all the way to my tingly fingers and toes.

My hands reach for him and instead of the desk, my fingernails sink into his perfectly sculpted chest. They rake across his pecs, leaving a faint red line I know will be gone before we’re finished here.

But Silas still encourages the behavior, “That’s it, scratch me. Leave your mark on me.”

My vision clears and I’m able to once again see the vampire that stands across the room. His brown eyes lock with mine and the sexual desire in them makes my pussy quiver around Silas.

Lorcan doesn’t look at me the way Silas does. Silas looks at me like he wants to claim and keep every piece of me for himself, and if he doesn’t the world may end. Lorcan looks at me like he wants to eat me alive, savoring each bit, but once he’s gotten his fill, he’ll leave me.

That’s the difference between love and desire.

True love is everlasting, desire is fleeting. Knowing the difference between the two is important.

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