Page 19 of A Throne of Blood & Vengeance

The lust I’d barely been holding back shoved every rational thought from my mind. We’d have to share notes about our situation later.

I needed to get fucked. Hard.

“Draven,” I said in a low, throaty voice.

“Yes, love?” he asked almost absently as he traced an infuriating circle on my inner thigh.

“If you try to tease me right now, I’ll have Vail march your ass back to your own cell.” My bloodlust rose with my desire, and I felt my nails shift to claws. Draven’s gaze flicked back up to them before dropping back to meet my solid black eyes. “But not before I punish you for your insolence.”

“I think I’d like your punishments.” He grinned wickedly.

“Drav—fuck!” I screamed, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he speared me with two fingers and his thumb teased my clit. My hips rolled in time with each of his thrusts as he roughly fucked me with his fingers.

“Gods, you are wet,” he groaned as he curled his fingers inside me. “Although I’m a little annoyed that you’re not wearing any panties. I was hoping to rip those off you.”

“Apologies, my prince,” I panted as I tried to grind down on his hand, but Draven just tightened his grip around my wrists and drew me up another inch, forcing me to stand almost on my tiptoes.

“Not a prince anymore.”

“Trust me”—a strangled moan tore from my throat when Draven added a third finger while pushing down on my clit with his thumb—“Kier and I will always consider you our prince.”

“Fuck,” he growled and ripped his fingers out of me so he could roughly shove down his pants. His cock sprang free at the same moment he released my wrists so he could grip my ass and slam me against the wall—very much like Vail had done earlier. His cock slid in all the way to the hilt, and we both groaned as I stretched around his thick length, then eyes more red than blue met mine. “Take whatever you need, Sam. I’ll always be yours. And Kier’s.”

“Show me,” I demanded. “Claim me.”

All the blue faded from his eyes as the last of his control snapped.

Draven thrust into me, hard and fast, and my claws tore into his shoulders and back while I held on. The scent of blood filled the air, and he only fucked me harder. Then the orgasm I’d been chasing earlier barreled through me, and I screamed, his pace never slowing. He continued as he snaked a hand between us and started rubbing my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I panted hoarsely.

It was too much. My entire body was trembling while my pussy clenched around his cock and his infernal fingers worked my clit. I pushed on his shoulders in a desperate need to make a little space between us—just to give me a moment so I didn’t pass out.

Draven was having none of it. He growled, and then his fangs were in my throat again. Vail let out a string of curses, but Ididn’t understand a word as another orgasm tore through me. It might be poor timing to be going through lust haze right now, but fucking hell they were fun.

“More,” I demanded. “Fuck me more.”

Warm blood spilt down my neck as Draven pulled back, kissing me hard. I could taste my blood on his lips . . . and it made me want his again.

One of my hands slipped into his hair, and I pulled his head to the side, striking fast. He groaned as I swallowed mouthfuls of his blood while he slowed his pace to hard, deliberate thrusts, both of his hands gripping my ass to pull me against him.

“You are glorious,” he breathed. “And this pussy ismine.”

Another growl from Vail echoed across the room.

My fangs popped free, and I looked over Draven’s shoulder to where Vail stood against the back wall. His eyes glowed silver, and his hands were curled into fists at his sides, like it was taking all of his willpower not to do something about the erection straining against his pants.

Slowly, I trailed my tongue up Draven’s neck, licking the blood clean, and Vail’s nostrils flared when I smiled at him, fangs on display. His gaze dropped to them, and I knew he was remembering what it felt like for me to sink my teeth into his flesh.

Suddenly, fingers wrapped around my hair and yanked my head back.

“Eyes on me,” Draven demanded. “Not in the mood to share you right now—even if all he gets to do is watch me take this perfect pussy over and over again.”

I whimpered as Draven drew his hard length almost all the way out before slowly sliding back in. Obscene sounds filled the cell as my arousal gushed down my thighs. Draven kept one hand on my hair, controlling where I looked, while the other cupped my ass. My legs tightened around his waist, our pantingbreaths interspersed with groans as he continued the torturously slow pace.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” His eyes bored into mine. “Because I can think of all kinds of wicked things.”

“Like what?” I rasped as he bottomed out again.

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