His low, dark chuckle tickled her inner walls. “A death I’d gladly welcome.”
Bracing her thigh open, he licked straight up her center and she screamed, clutching his hair and knocking her head against the wall.
He fucked her with his tongue, slowly, ardently, and she rocked her hips against his face, that coiling tension rising again.
His thrusts matched the rhythm of the hand at his waist, and she clenched around his invading tongue, imagining he was filling her with that gorgeous, enormous cock. An appreciative rumble buzzed her sensitive flesh.
He replaced his tongue with two fingers, spreading her open, massaging a spot within that had her rising onto her tiptoes. “Fuck, Cael.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth, steadily flicking the engorged bud as he continued to plunge his fingers into her. Waves of scintillating heat concentrated low in her belly, her thighs trembling.
Cael stroked himself faster, his ragged breaths coating her insides, and the sight and sensations were too much to bear.
“That’s it,” he sighed against her. “Take your pleasure from me, Xenia. Fuckingownme.”
She gripped his rock-hard shoulder for leverage, undulating her hips to the push of his fingers and rolling her clit against his tongue. “Shit,I’m coming.”
His steel gray eyes shot to hers as molten streams of ecstasy exploded from her center. Staccato moans pulsed out of her throat as her entire body convulsed, blown apart by the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced.
Cael’s fangs grazed her throbbing lips as he roared his climax up into her, spurting glistening white ropes onto his fist and abdomen.
She slid down the wall, her exhausted, sated muscles no longer capable of holding her upright, and he gathered her into his lap, arranging her legs around him, and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
They held each other for long minutes, fully entwined as their breaths slowed. Content to ignore the fate that stalked them behind the encroaching sunrise.
Xenia snaked her hand up Cael’s back towards his scar.
He stiffened, but didn’t push her away as she traced her fingers along the puckered skin.
“You’re not broken, Cael,” she whispered.
He pulled her closer.
“You make me want to believe it.”
CHAPTERFORTY-FOUR
Room 702 occupied half of the Serpent’s Den’s top floor. And it was far larger and more ornate than the room Tristan and Cassandra had visited last month when they’d sought information from Yulia, the courtesan who’d ultimately led them to Cora and Sister Kouris.
An intricately twisted chandelier coiled down from the vaulted ceiling, its flickering candles suffusing the room in an amber glow. Rectangular squares of white trim lined the matte-black walls and fluffy black rugs decorated the marble floor. At the back of the room stood an enormous, circular bed with ivory satin sheets, large enough to accommodate several winged individuals at once. The romantic, elegant space was reserved for the establishment’s most important clientèle.
Tristan lounged on a white leather settee across from the bed, sipping at the drink he’d poured himself while waiting for Ronin to finish his…activities.
The Beastrunner sat cross-legged on the bed, leaned over a chessboard across from a pretty, red-headed courtesan who was running a white rook along her strawberry lips.
Elbows propped on his knees, Ronin clasped his hands beneath a scowl. “I think you may have bested me again, Rosana.” He slowly moved his queen across the board and even from Tristan’s vantage point, he could tell he’d left his king unprotected.
“Checkmate!” Rosana crowed as she moved her own queen into position.
Ronin flopped back onto the bed, flinging an arm over his eyes and groaning. “Third time tonight.”
Rosana giggled as she straddled his waist, kicking the board over. The black and white pieces clacked together as they tumbled across the bedspread. “Can I claim my prize now?” she cooed as she rolled her hips.
Ronin squeezed her ass, his massive hand covering an entire cheek as he stilled her. She let out a disappointed whimper. “Not yet, love.” His eyes darted to Tristan. “I’ve got some business to attend to first. Come back in an hour.”
She pouted as Ronin lifted her off the bed and ushered her to the door.
“Warm yourself up for me,” he winked as he nudged her out of the room, then waltzed over to the credenza to grab a bottle of Delirium. Plopping down on the settee, he clinked his glowing drink against Tristan’s glass.
