Page 87 of Fated In Ruin

“Now drink, damn it, then get outside and reinforce that ward with your special brand of magic. Nash and his men will take care of any thralls Ravok brings along. Blake, Riordan, Fiona and I will handle Aria and Ravok. Together, we can hold him off, if he makes it past the wards.”

Angel put her hands on her hips. “Where, exactly, am I supposed to go?”

“You and Bex need to hole up somewhere safe.” I shivered when Malachi closed his fingers around my arm, fangs flashing before he bent over my arm, his possessive touch stirring up a shiver of forbidden anticipation. “Find Eldric. Ask him if there’s a basement, somewhere secure and protected.”

When Malachi’s fangs sank in and a rush of ecstasy swept through me, I wished my sister was anywhere else but here. This was…divine. Life changing. I felt every deep pull in my clit, like his mouth was wrapped around that swollen nub, sucking and sucking…

Vicious, you need to stop thinking those thoughts.

It’s not like I have a choice. Your mouth does unspeakable things, especially when your teeth are in me.

I’d like to do unspeakable things to you, but your sister is watching with that disapproving look on her face.His thumb began rubbing the underside of my hand, the friction rippling through my body in molten waves.I don’t think she likes me much.

Angel is just being protective. And a little bitchy.My other hand landed on the back of his head, stroking his hair.

His scent grew stronger.I want to taste you again. I want to lick your drenched folds clean and sink my cock into you so deep your pussy swallows me up and you make those sounds I like so much.

Oh. My God. I snuck a glance at Angel, who was peering out the window so studiously, I realized she totally knew what was going on between us right now.You can’t say those things to me, Malachi.

He blinked up at me, all innocent-like.Why not? The things I want to do to you, Vicious…we barely scratched the surface of all the ways I want to make you scream my name. Or beg for more.

Another long, deep draw from my wrist, and my weeping, empty pussy clenched around nothing, when all I wanted was to shove Malachi to the floor and ride him into oblivion. Good thing my sister wasright fucking thereto keep me from doing anything foolish.

Now that’s something we didn’t try.Even inside my head, his voice went deeper, huskier. You riding my cock. Think of how deep I could go, Vicious, fucking up into you. Think of how good I’d feel, while you used me for your own pleasure, gliding that wet pussy up and down my thick, rigid cock.

Stop, Malachi, or I’m going to…His mouth clamped down harder and I imploded, bowed over Malachi’s fangs in my wrist, my fingers twisting tighter in his hair, a cresting wave of pure pleasure crashing down and shattering me apart.

“Oh, fucking hell, are you two serious right now?” Angel muttered, then slammed out through the door.

The next second, I was wrapped in Malachi’s arms, crushed against his admittedly gross shirt, but I didn’t care. I nuzzled into his skin, pressing myself against every inch of exposed skin, like I couldn’t touch enough of him. This felt so right, I couldn’t think of anywhere else I wanted to be.

“You were the only thing that kept me alive, Vicious,” Malachi murmured into my hair. “The thought of holding you again like this was the only thing that kept me breathing.”

I pulled back so I could see his face, already healing beneath the layers of dried blood and gore. “If you plan to continue that streak, I suggest we go outside and you help Fiona reinforce those wards.”

37

BLAKE

Watching Evangline disappear down the hallway with Malachi in tow made every bit of primal rage surge viciously to the surface. Rage that turned to a killing calm as cold as a glacier.

I wanted to rip his head from his shoulders. Gut him. Toss him back out through the ward and let Ravok finish what he’d started.

“You look like I feel.” Riordan’s soft voice was sharper than a razor’s edge. “Let’s get through these next few hours. With a little luck, Ravok will take care of our problem for us.”

“Your mouth to God’s ear,” I muttered, trying to keep my furious magic under control as I looked to the front drive, where Nash was giving his men their final instructions. “Remind me again why we never killed him.”

“Because he’s a valuable asset. And now that he’s wormed his way into Evie’s good graces…we just…can’t,” Riordan said, the picture of calm neutrality.

There was a moment when I could have. A moment when the darkest urges overtook me and the only thing I thought about—the only thing that existed in this world—was Evangeline’s scent, her soft body, her wet lips. Her perfect, curvy body, crushed against mine, the heat of her pussy grinding against my aching cock.

Pure lust tingled through my body.

One brush of her magic against mine and I’d been oblivious to the fact half the Knightsguard were watching, along with Fiona, and apparently Angel and Bex, whose cheeks were still tinged bright pink.

And when Angel stomped out of the front doors a few minutes later, muttering under her breath, no sign of my mate or Draven, Riordan wrapped his hand around my arm to stop me from charging like a rage-blind bull.

“You have to give her space, Blake. Just…don’t push her right now, no matter how much you want to. I’m talking to you as a friend, not her lover. She’s been through too much for either of us to put more pressure on her.”

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