Page 73 of Fated In Ruin

I’d missed them so badly, missed this easy camaraderie, missed their laughter, the smell of them. The sheer adrenaline rush of having these powerful, savage males focus all their attention on me.

They were mine and I was theirs and all I wanted—all Ineeded—was to sink my teeth in and taste them.Or have them sink their teeth into me.

I shivered, my toes curling at the thought, my mind going blank as two sets of lips nibbled and licked, fingers stroked and pinched, kneading soft flesh until I could barely even remember my name.

Blake’s mouth trailed down my throat, the brush of his lips over my skin making me moan, but Riordan was there to swallow the sound, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips until I opened for him, sinking into this moment, into them, as if we’d never been apart.

We were magical together, pleasure already cresting as Riordan kissed me like he’d been counting every second we were apart and was making up for every one of them.

I was barely aware of the three of us moving, Blake’s lips on my bare skin while Riordan plundered my mouth, until my ass hit something hard.

Before I fully grasped I was moving, Blake lifted me, set me on the cool surface of the desk and knelt between my legs, tugging down my jeans and throwing them over his shoulder, where they landed beside my shirt in the middle of the floor.

“Are you sure we should do this in here?’ I asked, as Blake lifted me up, easing underneath me. I was in nothing but my bra and panties, and they were both still fully clothed. “Maybe we should take this upstairs.”

“You are exactly where you should be.” Blake tugged me to his throat, and then he was all I could smell, like I was in the middle of a thunderstorm. I leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his warm skin as he slipped his hand between my legs, gently stroking the outside of my already soaked panties.

I pushed my hips forward, trying to get that pressure to just the right spot.

Blake pulled his hand away with a chuckle. “Oh no. You’re not getting yourself off, yet, Evangeline.” He cradled the back of my head. “Fangs in my throat. Now. Then in Rohr’s.” His wicked grin grew even darker. “My tongue is going to be buried so deep inside your tight little pussy, you’re going to fucking forget your name.”

The coiling pressure between my legs turned into a demanding ache.

“And what about you two?” I challenged. “What if I want to taste you?”

Riordan stripped off his shirt, his gaze positively cataclysmic. “Whatever our queen wants, right Blake?”

“Anything you want, Evie.” Blake tipped his head back and I took another deep inhale of his delicious scent, eyes glued to the long stretch of muscle before me, the vein pounding beneath his skin.

“I want you both. I want us to be like we were,” I said, a little sadly. “I love you. So much. I swear, every time I think about…”

“None of that.” Riordan commanded, “This is for you, Silver. All of this is yours.” He came and stood beside us, tattoos so dark against his skin, twining over his chest, his arms, down his abdomen. I wanted to trace every single one, to lick and nibble and suck and another shiver of pure need went through me.

“Drink, Evie,” Blake urged softly. “Stop thinking so hard and just follow your instincts.”

And then it was easy to trace my lips over his velvet soft skin, to breath him in, to brace my palms against his hard chest, feel every heartbeat pounding against my hand. The bond drew us tighter together, until I was intimately aware of his every breath, of the sigh when I paused over his vein, the slight jerk of his body when my fangs sank home.

He flooded my mouth with his unique flavor, and I knew right then, I could never live without this male.

That I was his and he was mine and I relaxed against him, that lovely, logy feeling seeping through me like honey as his arms came around me.

I licked the punctures closed when I was done, my nipples peaked from the blood and having both of them touching me, my pussy throbbing and wet as I shifted against him, searching for some relief.

“Oh no, you’re going to cum in my mouth, mate, and not a second before.” Blake tipped me back and searched my face. I could barely hold my eyes open, the euphoria from feeding coursing through me like a drug.

“Riordan wants to take care of you, Evie.”

Blake carefully extricated himself from beneath me as he and Riordan traded places, turning me so I was on Rohr’s lap, but he had full access, spreading my legs wider, teasing me through my soaked panties.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured. “You’re dripping for us.”

“All I can fucking smell is you.” Riordan’s voice was little more than a growl, as he tugged me to his throat. “You smell fucking delicious, Silver. After Blake’s finished you off, I’ll tease one more orgasm out of you.”

“Hmmm.” Riordan’s skin was even softer, paler, spicy and rich and I fastened my teeth over the corded muscle and bit down, luxuriating in his groan, the way his fingers dented into my skin. “You taste so good. Like coffee. And cinnamon,” I murmured, licking the spot I’d just bitten, watching the blood rush in, every piece of me suddenly on alert.

“Take me.” Riordan begged. “I need you to bite me, Silver.”

His skin gave easily beneath my teeth, his blood was thick and rich and warm, sending energy rocketing through my veins.

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