His hips moved, and the thick head of his cock waspushing at my entrance. So, I adjusted for him, letting him slip inside me and stretching me until he was buried fully.
His hands grasped the back of my neck and pulled tight on my hair as he began thrusting in and out of me mercilessly. Our wet skin slapped together in the silence of the bathroom, our moans mingling as we fucked hard.
He sucked from my artery, each pull slowing little by little. He knew when he needed to stop so that I wouldn’t lose too much blood. I trusted him to stop before I reached that point. My thighs squeezed tightly around his waist as he slammed me relentlessly against the wall; both of us lost ourselves in ecstasy.
My thighs quivered around him as I came hard. I moaned, holding his face to my neck as his pace picked up, his hips moving faster and faster, his thrusts shorter and harder as he neared his own release.
His cock throbbed inside of me, hot cum filling me up as we both cursed. As he came, the noises that fell from his lips were almost animalistic.
His pace gradually slowed, and his fangs pulled from my neck. My head swam, and I clung to his shoulders as he leaned in close and brought his mouth to mine.
I sucked at his tongue greedily, and the more I did, the more of my blood I tasted. It was tangy, salty, and sweet at the same time. He kissed me deeply, pressing himself against me until all I could feel was him. All I needed was him. We’d never shared a moment like this in private. I’d never seen him come utterly undone, unleashing the dangerous side of himself. I wanted more of it. I wanted to experience the danger of The Executioner.
He tried to keep that part of himself apart from our relationship, probably thinking that if I saw it, it might scare me away. It was the opposite, though. I craved that side of him.It excited me and thrilled me to know what he was capable of.
A few tense moments passed before our breathing returned to normal. I giggled when I saw him wipe blood off the corner of his mouth with a smile.
“I’ll never get enough of that,” he said, examining me closely. His voice was so quiet in the afterglow of passionate sex that it sounded like a low growl. “I think you enjoy feeding me as much as I enjoy drinking from your pretty veins.” He leaned in and licked the open wound on my neck. I could feel it healing already.
“You know, before we met, I used to have this little fantasy about vampires. I was obsessed with a Darkling drama on TV, and one of the love interests would drink from the main character every episode.” I smiled, thinking back to the days when I would giggle like a schoolgirl during those parts, wishing it was me. “I guess I’m living out that particular fantasy now, and it’s...”
"Fucking hot,” he supplied for me, his eyes still dark with want. “Was I your first?”
”Yes,” I said. “My first vampire.”
“So, you’ve been with other Darklings then?”
I shrugged. “A few. A shifter here, a warlock there... a witch.” He raised a brow at that, and I laughed. “Hey, I’m not picky. I have love for the ladies occasionally, too.”
”Hmm,” he mused, his eyes roving my face. “You know, I can’t say it surprises me.”
“How so?”
He held me against the tile wall, letting the cool water wash over us. Gently, he raised his hand to my face and pushed a stray curl off my cheek, tucking it behind my shoulder. “There’s something about you that’s just...” he paused, searching for the word. I waited, holding my breath. “There’s something so fucking sensual about you. It’s intoxicating. I remember when I first saw you out on the tarmac. You were bickering with Gareth, and there was this fire in your eyes that made me want to be near you. And your scent...” he breathed in deeply, a shudder going through his body.
I kissed him again. Slowly and languidly, letting my tongue drag along the points of his fangs. He had one hand cupped on my ass, holding me between him and the wall, while the other sunk into my hair, petting me softly.
He pulled back, his eyes bouncing between mine. “God, I’m so fucked over you. You’re going to ruin me.”
12
We spentmost of the day sitting around the kitchen table going over list after list of Estelle’s known acquaintances, and those were just the ones that War and Thane knew about.
Thane seemed to know more about her given his clan connections, but that also meant that some of those who were on our lists were also friends of his whom he trusted. Or thought he did.
“What about lovers?” I asked after hour three of studying the lists. “Did she ever have a soul bond out there or a husband? A wife maybe?” She was an ancient witch, so there had to be someone of importance in her life. Someone who knew her better than anyone else. Someone who might commit atrocities in her name.
Thane and War shared a knowing glance that I immediately caught. Red flags for sure. I glared at them both. “What aren’t you saying?”
Thane sighed. “I thought you already knew, but Allistairwas one of her lovers once. They fell out a couple of decades ago, but they were together for a few centuries.”
I blinked at them, the shock of it settling like a brick in my gut. Allistair, the warlock patriarch. The untrustworthy figurehead of his clan. I didn’t like the guy, but I never even considered that he might have a part to play in all of this.
“Selene, help us,” I said, astounded. “If he had a hand in this, then it means that we don’t stand a chance against them. He has the resources and connections to cover his tracks.”
"Hell, if I were him, I would have just killed Estelle and left no trace whatsoever," Thane said grimly before brooding into silence for several minutes. "He loves power more than he ever loved Estelle."
Gareth and War just nodded in agreement, their tired eyes meeting mine with the unspoken knowledge that we might be stuck against a wall with this one.
