Page 64 of Midnight Queen

And he does. All it takes is a few more deep thrusts before I’m being taken over. It’s like a title wave of pleasure hitting me at full force. My back bows violently and legs shake as my toes curl. Pleasant warm ecstasy moves through veins and nerves, making everything feel like it’s short-circuiting.

My pleasure only intensifies when Silas’s powerful body goes rigid and his release splashes against my walls. His head turns and his blunt teeth embed into my ankle. It hurts in a way that only adds to my climax.

Still overcome with intense shocks still working through my system, I’m vaguely aware of a harsh curse coming from the other side of the room. My blurry eyes seek out the sound and find Lorcan shuddering. He milks his dick, ropes of his release landing on his simple white Henley and the floor.

His eyes that had been squeezed shut as he came, snap open and collide with mine. My breath hitches at the intensity that resides in them. Seeing him in this state is like meeting someone else entirely.

Like he’s flipped a switch, he returns to the man I know. The corner of his mouth lifts in an arrogant smirk and he sends me a playful wink. “This was fun,” he announces while tucking his semihard dick back into his pants. “Truly a shame it was a one-off thing, but if you two change your mind, you know where to find me.”

He doesn’t wait to be dismissed or even acknowledged by Silas before he slips out the door he’d entered through.

Starting at where he’d bitten my ankle, Silas begins to trail kisses up my leg. “Did you enjoy yourself,” he asks against my too-warm skin.

“Mmmhmm…” I lazily murmur, suddenly feeling exhausted. Between the emotional toll of coming face-to-face with Gideon again and then my fight with Silas, I’m mentally drained. But now I’m also physically drained. Every single one of my muscles feels like they’ve been vigorously worked out.

“I’m glad,” he tells me as he gently lets go of my legs, allowing them to dangle over the edge of the desk once more. There isn't any anger or jealousy in his face when he speaks, letting me know that he, too, is content with what just happened.

“It was fun, but it also solidified something I already knew.” Weakly, I pull myself into a sitting position. “I only want you and I will only everneedyou.” Even with Lorcan staring at me the way he was, I didn’t crave his touch like I crave Silas’s.

Silas takes the pocket square out of the suit jacket he had discarded earlier and brings it between my legs. Gently, he wipes away the mess he created between my legs. My body jolts at the contact, still sensitive.

He tosses the cloth into the small trash can beside the desk before returning to me.

Silas’s large hands hold my face between them as he stares down at me. “And I will only ever want you,” he promises, while pressing a long kiss to the center of my sweaty forehead. “A lifetime isn’t long enough with you.”

Without a second’s thought, I ask for something I didn’t know I even wanted until the words leave my mouth. “Then change me.”

Igot the phone call I’ve been waiting for all week and now my heeled boots are pounding against the sterile laminate flooring of the intensive care unit.

Giddy excitement is working itself through my body and the relief I feel has a permanent smile on my face. It doesn’t even falter when the bitch of a nurse glares in our direction as we speed past her station.

Though I do raise a middle finger at her, just to be sure there isn’t any confusion on her end about where my feelings regarding her shitty mood lie.

Suck my dick, Nurse Ratched.

The orange tape is still on the sliding door, but this time it’s been left open. Which is a good sign all on its own.

Not bothering to make sure Silas is still behind me, I rush through the doorway and rip back the hideous blue curtain.

I didn’t know I was holding my breath, but when his hunter green eyes clash with mine and his face splits into a huge smile, I release the air I’m holding captive.

“You’re smiling.” I don’t know what possesses me to state the obvious. Maybe it’s because the last time I saw him, his condition was so grim, I wasn’t sure if we’d ever get to see his smile again.

“Hey, darlin’.” Duke’s southern drawl washes over me like an old friend and before I can stop myself, I dart across the room to wrap my arms around him.

Della’s eyes water as she watches our reunion from her chair next to his bed.

Relief like none other washes over me when Duke returns the embrace with his arm that isn’t still riddled with IV tubing. “Hi,” I finally greet after a minute, still refusing to let him go. “It’s really good to hear your voice, Duke.” I didn’t think I would get choked up seeing him, but my throat suddenly feels tight. “Ireallyneeded you to be okay. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you too.”

We finally pull apart so we can look at each other.

“I still have a long road to recovery, but I’ll get there.” The determined look on Duke’s face makes me think he’s going to prove all the doctors wrong and be back to his old self before they predict he will.

A traumatic brain injury is no joke, but Duke is too strong to let anything get in his way. And I will attend every physical therapy session with him until it happens.

His green eyes examine my face as he says, “Looks like we both made it out okay for the most part.” He gestures to the bandage that is still on his forehead. “I heard we both gained some new battles scars though.”

My healing scars are hidden beneath the simple white cotton top I wear, but that doesn't stop me from tracing my fingertips over where they reside. “Yeah, I guess we did. We can compare them once we get you the hell out of here.”

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