Page 118 of Vow of the Undead
Somehow, Kayn understood more of what I needed again without me saying a word.
Time and space ceased to exist when he dipped his lips to mine. Our connection imbued me with fiery energy, as another more sensitive spot ignited with hot desire.
Deepening the kiss, I welcomed his tongue inside me, tasting him, all of him as the connection built and the vitality knitted my skin together and strengthened my muscles. As addictive as this feeling could become, I wanted the feel of his hand on my bare hip more. I wanted to straddle him and invite his hardening length between my legs where my desire left my thighs slick with wetness. The abrupt ending to our previous kissing left me more frustrated than I’d realized.
“I need you,” he breathed the same phrase he’d said when begging me to take up the Call of the Gods.
“I know, it's okay. I’ll help you?—”
“No, Lux, I needyou.”
A candle flickered just over my head, casting orange and red hues between the dark shadows across his face. My heartstuttered as his eyes raked over me before we collided again, my hands gripped at the fabric of his tunic. His hands roved all over my body as if he’d never get enough of me. I tilted my head back only for a moment of air when he nipped at my bottom lip and then kissed along my jaw, working his way back to my mouth.
He groaned and walked me back to the wall, consuming me with every step. Unlike when King Drakkar slammed me into the stone, he placed a hand between my lower spine and the wall. Whether it was an excuse to feel my ass, or for my comfort, I didn’t care.
The fingers of his free hand plucked at the ribbon tied neatly to the front of my corset. As he unlaced it, his tugging grew faster and more desperate so the corset slowly expanded. I clutched to the back of his arm like my life depended on it, drinking every kiss in as if I’d been parched for as long as Kayn had been plagued with the shame of his mistake.
I wanted more of him and suddenly my skirts and corset, his tunic and pants were frustrating obstacles separating us. Understanding me, he paused to yank the tunic over his head with one hand. Runes in crude black ink covered every inch of his chest, including a mark of the tree of Yggdrasil.
Heat flushed over my neck and down between my breasts. As soon as the ribbon was fully loosened, the boning inside the corset peeled away from my skin and he ripped it off of me, dropping it behind him as his kisses followed a trail from my mouth down the curve of my neck where my pulse thudded heavily. He paused, his blunt fangs grazing the vein along my throat, and then continued over my collarbone and down to the swell of my breast where the tip tightened with anticipation. He gently sucked the bud between his lips, eliciting a long groan from me while he unbuttoned his pants. In the same breath, he bunched the fabric of my skirts at my waist.
When he dipped and his hand at my back slipped beneath my ass, I leaped and allowed him to lift me. Though my spinewas flush against the wall, I only felt his hands, his tongue, his mouth.
“More,” I said between breaths. “Give me more. Give me you.”
With my legs wrapped around his hips and his hands splayed on the wall behind me, he thrust just enough to enter me with the tip of his length. I gasped and dug my hand into the base of his neck to encourage him closer and closer to me until he finally thrust halfway.
“More,” I begged.
He squeezed his eyes. “I’ll come undone, you’ve bewitched me, Lux.”
I kissed him harder, my fingers exploring his hair until I whimpered, begging for him to thrust again. “Deeper.”
Finally, he rewarded me with the whole of him and I released a gasp that echoed throughout my bedchambers.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re going to unmake me here and now, like this.”
If only it were that easy. But unmaking Kayn as I carried out the Gods’ Call would bemyundoing. I couldn’t destroy him…
Perhaps he’d spare me, and destroy me first.
The tension built and built between my legs until I lost all awareness of the world around me. My legs shook and my breathing stalled. A curse escaped him as he arched his neck back. We consumed one another, coming undone together, his thrusting sending ripples of addictive pleasure through me.
And for the first time, I felt the full scope of his healing—not because of our connection and his vitality as an immortal being, nor because of the peaking pleasure.
Because he knew me, knew of my darkness, knew my destiny to kill—even him—and still, he cared for me.
Before dawn, Kayn retrieved a new stake for me cut from an ash tree, then left me with a promise that he’d be there for me. He’d slip into the wedding and be ready to help me attack the king.
Together, we had a higher chance of success—of survival.
Together.
As the night crept toward first light, I wanted less and less to let him go. But if Drak found him here, he might consider it a compromise to our marriage. I wouldn’t risk my sister’s life. Even if watching him leave left me hollow.
I was alone, again. Alone until I could see him at the wedding. If I survived my attack on King Drakkar.
Goosebumps spiked across the back of my neck.
