Page 105 of A Throne of Blood & Vengeance

“That’s not staying quiet, my love.” He hammered into me again before stopping, buried balls-deep inside. “Now put that hand of yours to work around that gorgeous cock.”

His grip on my thighs tightened as he started fucking me hard and fast. I did as he ordered, sliding my hand up and down my length in rhythm with him. His gaze drank in every ounce of my pleasure, darting from where I bit my lip to try to choke back the moans, to where my hand was fisting my cock, and finally to where he was taking me over and over again.

It was getting harder and harder to stay quiet.

Kieran saw how close I was to losing it because gold bled into his brown eyes as he pushed my legs wider so he could lean down between them. I released my cock and pulled him to me,kissing him hard and then moaning when one of his hands found my rigid length.

He broke our kiss and turned his head, bearing his neck for me. I struck just as a scream threatened to escape my throat. My fangs slid into his soft flesh, and he let out a low moan as his sweet blood filled my mouth. His thrusts became rougher as he fucked me while I drank him down.

Then he groaned his release as my own orgasm tore through me. I slid my fangs free from his neck, and he collapsed next to me. Blood trailed down his neck and my cum coated my stomach and chest, but Kieran didn’t give a single shit as he cuddled into my side.

Suddenly, a familiar heat flared inside my chest.

“Is that . . .” Kieran trailed off as he stared at the same spot on his own chest before his brown eyes flecked with gold looked up at me.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

Whatever bond I had with Samara, I now had with him too.

An hour later,we were both clean and in fresh clothes, thanks to the Fae who had left their clothing behind. Kieran straightened the tunic he’d been eying earlier as we started up the stairs. Cali and the others must have really needed their sleep because, somehow, we hadn’t woken them when we’d started round two . . . or three.

Samara, however, was no longer in bed. There were no signs of Alaric either.

“So, what do you think?” Kieran glanced at me over his shoulder, his golden blond hair still dark from rinsing off. “Arethey actually working upstairs . . . or fucking on one of the tables?”

I started to answer when a faint moan echoed up the stairwell.

We both stopped midstep.

“Neither.” I laughed.

Kieran’s eyes lit up. “I wonder if Alaric locked the door . . .”

I grinned mischievously. “Let me grab something real quick, and then we’ll go find out.”

A moment later, we were standing outside the large door that led to the underground hot springs. I’d actually been planning on convincing Samara to come down here later with me and Kieran, but it seemed Alaric had beat us there. Now we’d find out how much the grumpy asshole was up for sharing.

I suspected he’d be swayed when I presented the peace offering I held in my hand.

“Oh, fuck!” Samara screamed from the other side of the door. “Harder!”

Kieran reached out and slowly twisted the doorknob, which turned easily. He chuckled. “All his bitching, and he didn’t lock the door either.”

He flung the door open and we strode in without any hesitation.

The room—really more of a cavern—was completely open, with various pools of steaming water spilling into the others, courtesy of the mini-waterfalls that connected them all, and Fae lanterns cast the entire space in a soft, warm light.

It was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen in Lunaria, but it paled in comparison to what was currently captivating all my attention—Samara leaning over the edge of one of the pools, her long, black hair hugging her body, and giving us a glorious view of her breasts as they bounced while Alaric fucked her hard from behind.

Her eyes widened when she saw us, and a second later, Alaric spotted us too. He slammed into her one more time and held still, his eyes a mix of turquoise and light green.

Interesting. I’d rarely seen him let his bloodlust out, and even then, it’d only been for brief flashes here and there.

“So that’s what it feels like,” Alaric said dryly, although his tone had a deep rasp to it now.

Kieran and I both let out dark chuckles. He’d told me about Alaric’s proclivity of walking in on Samara getting fucked and the tantrums he’d thrown over it.

Samara moaned when Alaric thrust into her again while wrapping his hand around her dark hair and pulling back, forcing her to push those absolutely perfect tits out farther.

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