As though her demand was the trigger, Eclipse’s head fell back and he groaned, his hips stilling as he filled her. It was in those blessed seconds that the ache eased, the need going from rapid boil to steady simmer, giving her some semblance of control.
“How long does this last?” she asked when Eclipse’s breaths evened out, his eyes returning to their normal light.
He didn’t answer, nor did he move to put her down, and Orianna was content to remain right where she was. Despite the fact she could breathe again, she got the feeling this was far from over.
“It seems to be getting more intense.”
And Penelope had told her it would only get worse. Until when?
Now that she thought about it, they’d been having sex roughly three or four times a day. She hadn’t put too much thought into it—aside from how much she seemed to be interrupting Eclipse—because she was attracted to him and this thing between them was new. It made sense that she would want him, that their sex life would come charging out of the gate at a full gallop. But at what point did it start to ease up? She seriously doubted most couples were doing the horizontal mambo all the damn time. How would they get anything else done?
Eclipse’s hold remained firm, bracing her against the wall as he plunged into her, just a steady shift of his weight on his feet, pushing him in deep. He repositioned her as though she weighed nothing, the muscles in his shoulders and arms flexing beautifully. But that’s what he was. Beautiful. In every way. Sometimes she would find herself staring at him, completely in awe of how perfectly he was built. Then again, he was an angel, so it made sense.
Orianna sighed, gripping his shoulders as her body tingled, another orgasm on the horizon. She noticed Eclipse’s eyes dropping to her neck and she knew what he needed. He’d been feeding from her daily, ever since that first time when she offered herself up to him. Oddly, it brought her pleasure to know she could give him something he needed. Eclipse had been taking care of her since that night at the club all those weeks ago, and she had nothing to give back. Nothing except for her blood.
Tilting her head to the side, she offered herself up to him once more.
Eclipse growled low in his throat, a sound that was so deliciously sexy it was a wonder she didn’t orgasm right then.
Before he leaned in, Orianna caught a glimpse of his fangs. The sight of them warmed her from the inside out, had her inner muscles locking on his erection as he continued to fill her.
Another deep rumble came from Eclipse before he latched on to her neck. The sharp sting lasted a fraction of a second before it was replaced with what she assumed was the best high known to humans. Her body tightened, her muscles locking as her body shattered, the electrical energy pulsing out from her center to her fingers, her toes.
It could’ve been minutes or hours or, hell, days that Eclipse fueled his body with her lifeblood, and the entire time she was swamped by a pleasure so intense, the friction of their bodies wasn’t necessary to keep the orgasm rolling through her. It didn’t subside completely, either. No, the tremor remained inside her, a blissful hum that continued as long as he was drinking from her vein.
Orianna felt her body weakening, but she didn’t care. She trusted him implicitly, knew he would never harm her. As though he knew she couldn’t stand to lose any more blood, he broke the seal on her neck, his tongue swiping over her skin to close the wounds. And then Eclipse let loose on her, pummeling her again and again as she rode out the orgasm that seemed to go on forever. When another hit, shattering the other one, Orianna cried out his name and felt him let go.
It was then that that constant ache subsided completely, draining out of her and leaving a sense of satisfaction in its wake. There was no doubt it would return, probably sooner rather than later. It always did.
When Eclipse set her on her feet, Orianna remained where she was, allowing the wall to hold her up while her sexy angel went to work soaping them both. She could barely move but managed to smile as his big, warm hands moved over her.
“Keep that up and we’ll have to do that again,” she warned, her eyes closed as exhaustion pulled at her.
Eclipse stood tall and leaned down so his mouth hovered over hers. “Just say the word,sezari, and I’m there.”
Orianna chuckled, realizing she felt lighter than she had in … well, ever.
Chapter Thirty-One
The moment the sun went down, Kajslipped out of Angel Central, ensuring no one saw him.
For the past five days, ever since the Fae Asmia went missing, the place had been sullen, full of angels attempting to find one of their own. Since Kaj couldn’t do much in the way of helping aside from what little he’d contributed by way of reaching out to his clans, he figured now was the perfect time to address an issue he’d put off for too long. While he was all for helping out the angels, Kaj had his own race to contend with, and right now, they could ill afford him neglecting them.
With the sun well below the horizon, he maneuvered through the Dungeon, the place empty of patrons on a Sunday night. As he made his way to the hidden door behind the bar, he peered around and smiled. He’d never considered what a popular nightclub looked like when it was empty. It sort of reminded him of a corpse, completely drained of life and in desperate need of resuscitation. To put it simply, it looked a hell of a lot better with dim lights and bodies to hide all those blemishes.
As he lifted the bar top to step behind it, he noticed a set of scratch marks running down the wall near his head. Someone had been having either a damn good night or a really shitty one. In this place, it could go either way. Not that he much cared what went on here. As long as the humans weren’t harmed and Darko didn’t draw any unwanted attention from the locals or the winged police upstairs, the male could do as he pleased.
Following Darko’s instructions, Kaj pressed his palm to the stone on the left side of the door. The wooden rectangle opened slowly, disappearing into the wall. A row of lights lit up along the floor to reveal the three feet of space that gave way to a spiral staircase leading deep underground. The moment Kaj cleared the doorway, the door slid shut behind him, sealing him inside. With his hand on the gun tucked in the holster on his hip, he made his way down the stairs, listening for any sounds to signal danger. Thanks to his keen vampire senses, he could hear everything, from the repetitious drip of a leaky pipe in the wall to the soft rasp of breaths coming from the dungeon, even a large truck rolling down the next street over.
He paused at the base of the stairs, allowing his senses to expand, ensuring there were no threats coming from the room. It wasn’t that he was paranoid, but after what had happened to Kardobahn and the rest of Kaj’s family, he wasn’t taking any chances these days.
Kaj was able to discern how big the space was—roughly thirteen hundred square feet—and the count of bodies it contained. That was when he realized there was a problem. From what Darko had told him, there were only five prisoners being held in the cells beneath the club, but there were six souls contained within. Since Darko had had to pass on meeting him due to another obligation, Kaj could only assume the extra was not the male who had lured him here.
“If you’re interested in continuing to breathe, you’ll make yourself known,” Kaj said, pulling his Sig from its holster.
“I am no threat to you,phaal.”
Alpha. It was so odd to hear someone refer to him that way.
