“Fill that pretty cunt with your fingers, sweet girl. Fuck yourself on your hand and then I’ll give you my mouth.” His palm wrapped tightly around the base of his cock as he said the last words, mouth going slack while his hips jerked and his cock bobbed.“Fuck.”
It wasn’t often that I heard him curse. This side of him sent chills across my skin, tightening my nipples into hard points until I couldn’t help but run my free hand over one breast, pinching and rolling the bud while I pressed two fingers to my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head and my hips jumped off the bed. “I can’t…goddess.”
“Open your eyes for me. Let me see you fall apart.”
I blinked. He was kneeling on the bed between my thighs, dark hair waving over his face and skimming his collarbones. The biceps of his arm flexed as he fucked his hand, glowing eyes flicking from my face to my cunt and back again. I moved my hand lower, slipping two fingers easily inside and pressing the heel of my hand against my clit.
“Yes, that’s it,” he praised, sliding his free hand up my shin and pushing my leg toward my chest to open me wider.
“Need you,” I moaned, even while the pressure coiled tight in my belly and my toes curled. “Fuck, Eamon, please.”
He chuckled darkly, lowering until his lips skimmed the inside of my thigh pressed to my chest. “I can deny you nothing, my love.”
A gleam of white flashed before his teeth pierced my skin and I was coming, my body seizing and jerking with the ferocity of my release as he drank. Tears wet my cheeks as I gasped for air, my core pulsing around my fingers while waves of pleasure rippled over me. Eamon drew back, blood coating his lips and chin and sliding down to paint my thighs and sex.
“So fucking beautiful, my mate.”
I was lost as his mouth descended on me and he drank in my soul.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Iwoke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest as I all but threw the lid of my coffin across the room. Within moments I sliced through the sky to the estate, landed on the balcony of our bedroom and ran through the doors. The world was different. Everything had changed.
And someone was dead.
The bed I’d left Adrienne in as she’d drifted off to sleep was empty and made, the sheets smoothed. It had been two nights since the ball and we’d barely left the bedchamber. Though we had not consummated the bond, I knew she was close to ready.
My feet hit the landing in the next breath, her name a roar as I tried to calm myself.Reach for her in the bond, find her scent, do not panic, it is not her.But the bond was already frayed, the connection fragile.
“I’m here,” she breathed, running from the hall leading to the music room and into my arms.
In an instant I pulled her close, taking deep pulls of her scent, careful not to crush her fragile bones. Relief skated across my heart, but it did nothing to shake the feeling that the world had started anew. A sob caught in her throat and I drew back, touching her tearstained face. “What is it, my love?”
Seth walked from the music room, hands clasped behind his back. “Mael is dead.”
The words carried so much weight I almost crumpled with it.“How?”A strange mix of grief and relief tangled in my chest. He was dead, the world was rid of his madness…and yet he was my brother. I had loved him for centuries—longer even.
But I could not understand why Adrienne wept and clutched me as if I were a raft and she adrift at sea. I cradled her closer, kissing her hair and her temples while I kept my attention fixed on my maker. He watched my movements with a furrow between his brows.
“The night of the ball Lilith was taken by the Covenant,” Seth explained, taking another step closer. “Mael intended to use her as a means of controlling Callum but in doing so, he miscalculated her strength.”
Goddess. I had been so caught up in my mate…how had I missed this?
“Lilith killed Mael?” I whispered the words, afraid that if I was wrong he might rise from the dead.
Seth nodded. “But not without great sacrifice.”
Grief crashed over me in a wave and I hugged Adrienne tighter. I kissed her again, stroking back her hair from her wet face, while Seth sent an image to me. It was Lilith, alive and whole, her face smooth with the transformation I knew all too well even after so many millennia. Lilith with Seth’s wrist at her mouth, drinking deeply, her hazel eyes now a mix of green, brown, and swirling gold.
“She lives,” I whispered to Adrienne.
“But she is not herself, not anymore,” she answered, voice muffled through my clothes as she pressed her face to my chest.
Seth placed a hand on her back, concern etched through his features. “All will be well, little one. You’ll see.”
Adrienne tensed beneath his touch and he took a stepback. It was one of the things I’d always loved most about my maker: his compassion. When I’d first been made, I’d assumed that as he was made from the goddess he would be without such human feelings, but I’d been wrong. The first few centuries had been lonely with only a handful of us scattered throughout the world. Other immortals he’d made and left long before he’d met me—all of whom had now perished out of madness or grief. But throughout it all he had never lost this part of him and I was relieved to see it now.
I shushed Adrienne as she wept. “What do you need from me, sire?”
