My heart is in my throat, my forehead falls to the ground, and my ass rises as I try to collect myself.
A spasm shakes my body, the aftershock of our intense coupling running through me like a tremor.
Vallan slaps my ass a final time before lifting my pants where they’re bunched around my knees.
“You didn’t even clean me off!” I whine, feeling his stickiness on my ass meet with the fabric of my pants.
“I know, silverblood.” His voice is low and absolute. “I want you to keep me with you for the rest of the night.”
Chapter 7
Vallan
Sephania’s violence gives me life. She knows exactly how to get to me when words won’t do the trick.
I don’t enjoy talking. Not like Skartovius or Garroway. I don’t care to hear myself speak, and when I say something it’s meant to be meaningful. Not that it always is, but that’s the objective.
My silverblood menace brings out a different side of me. She speaks with action, and our dialogue is one of energy and movement. Our bodies do all the talking, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Truth be told, she might be the only person who has ever understood that about me, vampire or human.
Damnation, how I’ve missed her.
It’s a weak thing to feel so frail from the absence of another. I thoughtlovewas a fleeting sensation that would never visit me again after losing everyone I’ve ever known and being turned into a bloodsucking monster.
I figured the meek, human part of my life was dead and buried, long gone after being a bloodthirsty beast for so many years.
As time passed and the years built, the darkness took complete hold and I lost track of all emotions. Violence doesn’t make me angry; it arouses me, and Sephania knows that. It’s one of the reasons my “urges” and bloodrage become so debilitating—because I don’t control them.
And I am nothing if not a man of control.
We lounge in the dirt for another hour. I bask in her warmth while she basks in my coldness, her legs wrapped around my body as she rests against me.
I keep my eyes trained on the stars in the purple sky, wondering if one of them sent this beautiful specimen to me.
When she puts a hand to my chest, I look down my beard. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if I can hear a pulse.”
“And?”
She sighs and presses a soft kiss to my chest. “Alas, no.”
“You would if you’d checked when I was inside you.”
An adorable snort leaves her lips. “As if you’d ever give me the chance.”
She’s right. When I have my cock buried inside Sephania, it would take an act of a god to separate us. Even then, I’d fight the fucking deity with everything I have. Realizing that makes me squeeze her curvy body, holding her tighter.
She joins me in staring up at the sky, sighing contentedly while she runs lazy fingers over my chest, digging into my beard. “I’ve missed this.”
“So have I, silverblood.”
“Why can’t it be like this forever?”
“Because you will die one day, and I won’t.”
“Unless . . .”
My brows rise, the first shock of surprise running through me since I saw Sephania charging at me with swords drawn. “Unless you are turned.”
