“Nothing is wrong,” I assure her, meeting Revyn’s aloof gaze. Any reminder of Alistair’s foolish decision could send her spiraling. We need to keep her as protected as we can for the time being.
Thankfully, he catches on quickly and trails his hands up her thighs. “Let me take care of you, baby.” He stands to his full height wraps her legs around his waist, pulling her from me to walk them to the ledge. Once he’s seated, he aligns their hips and thrusts, rubbing his swollen cock against her slit.
They both shudder as he coats himself in her desire. She’s the one who makes the final decision, however, and takes him in, slowly sinking on his length until their hips are flush. He groans into her mouth as she rolls her body. The bathwater sloshes over the edge. I lean back and stroke my cock to the sway of her hips, picking up speed once Revyn takes charge and slams her down repeatedly, the hard slap of skin-on-skin making me hot.
There are few times that a vampire’s body remembers that it was once human, and sex is one of them. My skin flushes, returning to its living shade as I imagine myself sinking into Sienna’s heat. Gods, she would burn me alive—in a manner of speaking. Although not forbidden, relationships between vampires and the living are uncommon enough that I’ve never been tempted before meeting Sienna, not even when it came to finding a mate.
I’ve simply . . . never considered it.
Revyn comes first, burying his cum deep inside our mate. I can sense his pulsing seed like a second heartbeat, both of their hearts pumping so rapidly that their bodies overheat. Steam rises off their skin, and if I were a creature requiring oxygen, I imagine that it would be difficult to breathe.
Sienna glances at me, the seductive curve of her lips beckoning me closer. Her eyes glow that gorgeous shade of gold—with the barest flecks of crimson in their depths.
My heart does not beat, but in this moment, it attempts to beat for her.
And that small flicker of life is what spells my undoing.
I don’t care that Alistair is her true mate.
I don’t care that Revyn’s dick is still inside of her.
I don’t care that she hasn’t agreed to an eternity with me.
All I know is the burning need to claim her. My blood is fire in my veins as my fangs distend to their full length, sharpening to deadly points for anyoneexceptthe one who is irrevocably destined to be...
Mine.
Chapter 35
Revyn
Bliss.
That’s what Sienna is.
Unadulterated, incomparable bliss.
I’m riding the high of her love like never before, the two of us locked in an embrace that I never want to leave. Yes, there’s an unmistakable scent of blood in the air and taste of it lingering on her lips, but the way she wraps around me so tight,so perfect, makes none of that matter.
She is mine, and I am hers.
The fear of death has always held me in its grasp—loosely, at first, when I fought on the bloodstained grasslands that The Great War wrought. I brought many of my kin to early graves, each one’s life plucked like a grape from the vine. We are all merely sacks of tender meat encased in the thinnest layers of skin—too easy to puncture.
Too easy to ruin.
For a while, I thought death was my friend.
We walked alongside each other as I roamed the wilds—once filled with pristine skies, thriving waterways, and inviting flatlands. After the war, I took lives as though I had any right to claim them. It was easier to grieve when I didn’t have to thinkabout the consequences of my actions. Nothing mattered to me anymore—not the flesh on my bones or the hunger in my belly. The hollow ache inside my chest had grown into this gnawing, festering wound.
That’s what a thousand deaths will do to a man, no matter his origins or the seeds of his magic. We all come from the same earth and suffer the same fate in the end.
Death comes for all of us eventually.
But death’s grip tightened the longer I strayed from my pack, weaving an unsustainable path that he no longer gave his blessing. That’s when I wound up in Roane Valley.
That’s when I met Sienna Ashburn, and death took a step back to make room for her at my side.
Sometimes, I imagine that she and I can have an endless life together. I know that we’re not vampires or fae—and even they aren’t truly eternal—but I dream of endless summer sunsets and white sand beaches, hand-holding mornings and crackling bonfires beneath an endless sea of stars. Recently, my dreams have expanded to include more people at the fringe. Faceless, nameless individuals that make Sienna throw her head back on a laugh or take extra care when hunting for their favorite meals. People that she cares about. A family worth loving.
