A shiver shot down my spine, and I swallowed my whimper. My breath felt shallow, and I wanted more.
“Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?” Kieran’s voice was so frighteningly low that my center throbbed, and I whispered ayes. Kieran’s hand released from my throat, letting it slide down my body until both hands painfully gripped the curve of my ass. He released a hiss when he felt I wore nothing underneath Samian’s shirt. “Were you hoping I would come visit this pretty little cunt?” Kieran asked, his words making me flush. “Is that why you left yourself bare for me? If I touch you, will I find your pussy weeping for me?” Kieran’s hand moved, dipping underneath my shirt, sliding a finger against my slick center.
I moaned, arching my hips, needing more of his touch. “Are you going to let me be a part of this mission?” My voice sounded hoarse, my heart beating wildly in my chest. It was hard to focus in my lust-filled haze, but I demanded to be included. I had to put my words into action.
“Only if you agree to listen to my orders,” Kieran said, slipping a finger inside of me. I gasped, my knees feeling weak. “Can you do that, my love—my mate? Can you be satisfied with what I give you?” Kieran slowly pumped once, twice, before adding a second finger.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Just let me be a part of this, and I will followallof your orders.”
Kieran chuckled, removing his fingers while his lips curled into a wicked smile. “Then wrap those pretty legs around my waist.”
Kieran lifted me, pushing me into the wall with his hips, grinding against my center. My legs wrapped around him, my ankles crossed, my heels digging into his ass to move him closer. A strangled noise came out of me, but Kieran’s lips found mine, claiming and devouring me. I opened to him, matching his every move. My body trembled, aching for more, begging to feel the heat of his skin against mine.
Suddenly, Kieran’s arms flexed, quickly lifting me high in the air. I yelped as he guided my legs over his shoulders, his face mere inches away from my core. He slammed me back against the wall, holding me up by my ass as his mouth seized me, his teeth sinking around my clit. I cried out, my hands shooting to his head, grabbing hold of his hair. He groaned against my folds, his tongue flattening, licking away the sharp pain, letting it morph into an ecstasy that I had never felt before.
Using the wall as leverage, his hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he speared me with his tongue. I pulled him closer, a harsh moan leaving my throat when his teeth grazed around that sensitive bundle. Electricity shot up my spine, pleasure crashing over me as he continued doing wicked things with his tongue.
My body trembling, Kieran jerked us away from the wall, twisting and heaving me onto the bed. “Take off the shirt,” he growled, his eyes growing hungry, filled with lust.
Ripping it over my head, I let it fall to the floor, keeping my hooded eyes glued to him. Kieran’s clothes quickly followed, his powerful body on full display. My mouth dried, my gaze dipping as his hand wrapped around his hard length, pumping.
“Like what you see, Princess?” Before I could answer, Kieran climbed onto the bed, hovering above me, gliding his cock along my slick folds. I shuddered at the heat of him. “Do you remember what I told you last time?”
“That you wouldn’t let anyone stop you from finishing what you started,” I breathed, swallowing back a moan when I felt him pushing against my entrance.
“Anyone but you. Tell me to stop and I will, understood?”
A warm smile rose on my lips, and his eyes widened slightly before his lips crashed onto mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my mouth opening from the demand of his kiss.
My blood turned to flames with the need and want for something more. Arching my hips, I pressed against him, urging him further. Kieran slowly pushed inside, groaning as he filled me inch by inch. I gasped at the fullness when he was fully seated.
“Fuck,” he growled, his chest heaving. “You feel so good around me, Princess.”
He paused, letting me adjust to the size of him, but I couldn’t take this fire burning inside of me. Ineededhim to move. Grabbing his hand, I placed it around my throat. “Kieran, fuck me,” I demanded.
There was a pause in Kieran, as if his brain had short-circuited, and the air turned thick and electric. Those crimson eyes became dark and sinful. Static charged around us, snapping in the air. “Godsdamn,” Kieran groaned, his hips thrusting forward, losing all control.
I gasped at the roughness in his movements, pleasure skirting up my body when his hand tightened around my throat. I could still breathe, though it felt more constricted, intensifying every move he made. My walls fluttered around him, and Ifelt him thickening until I yelled out, my pleasure thundering through me, taking Kieran along with it.
The lanternsalong the walls glowed, casting harsh shadows that flickered against the walls. I slid through the darkness, sniffing in the air for my prey. He wasn’t in his room like he was supposed to be, nor was he in Ambrose’s office. I scoured almost every inch of the palace looking for him. Snarling, I turned down the last hallway, my frustration building, my mind reeling. There was only so much bloodlust I could handle before it became too much.
Stepping past a closed door, I stopped when the sound of a female giggling caught my attention. Sniffing the air, my lips rose in a vicious smile.
There he is.
He wasn’t alone, but that didn’t matter. I was a phantom made from the veil of the darkest night. His guest would only see what I allowed her to.
Slipping past the door, Lord Bramwell towered over the smiling female leaning against a table, a soft blush coloring her face while she played with the ends of her pale hair. Bramwell’s finger slid down the side of her face as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. When the female nodded, her smile growing wider, Bramwell’s hand slipped slowly down her arm until he wrapped his filthy hand around hers.
Pulling her from the table, Bramwell turned toward the door. Tilting my head, I watched him as if he was moving in slow motion, pondering if I should make my attack here or wait and use this opportunity to stalk my prey.
I ran my tongue along my sharpened teeth, the thought of stalking Bramwell sending jolts of excitement through my veins. While my pent-up energy begged me to get it over with, to revel in his blood now, my skin tingled with anticipation for the hunt.
I let him leave the room. I allowed Bramwell to lead the female through the halls while I followed, obscured by the darkness of the night around us.
Rounding a corner, we passed soldiers guarding the entrance to the royal wing, where each of the lords was staying. Door after door, it would be all too easy to end each of them tonight, but where would be the fun in that? I wanted them scared. I wanted them to look over their shoulders, searching for the shadows that aren’t there.
Coming up to his room, Bramwell led the female in, kicking the door shut once she stood in the middle of his room. I slipped in through the crack of the door, watching as he stalked to his drink cart, pouring a brown liquid into two cups. The female looked around the room while Bramwell poured a powder into one of the drinks.
