Page 122 of Revenant

The steady beat of her heart eases some of the tension in my rigid frame. Propping my head up on my hand, I use the other to trace the side of her face. She seeks more of my touch, leaning toward my hand while simultaneously pressing harder against me.

She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. Like sometimes it physically pains me with how breathtaking she is.

It’s becoming real. Too real. Not just the actuality of the curse being broken, us finally able to walk beyond the property line. But my feelings for Alicent have gone haywire. I just want to be around her—near her. Hear her laugh, the subtle intake of breath that hitches whenever I walk into the room. Her thoughts are never quiet—no matter how hard she tries to keep them at bay, it’s never enough.

I could listen to her all day and never get tired of her voice. Sometimes I feel like it’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

When the fuck did this happen?

Even this stupid fucking rotation schedule she’s on gives me hives. Call me selfish, but I think she should be in my bed every night. The others are more than welcome to join, but at the end of a long day, she should be wearing my t-shirt and lying under my covers. Some nights I can’t even sleep because her scent is gone. I’ve thought about stealing her in the middle of the night, but ultimately decided against it.

They can be territorial fuckers, and that’s the last thing she needs to deal with.

It’s not just about the sex, that’s just an added bonus. Having her in my arms makes me want to live. Something I haven’t wanted to do for a long time.

“Bastian?” she murmurs, coating my name in that sleepy, groggy tone that makes my cock harden on the spot.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her body as tight to mine as physics will allow, and kiss her tenderly on the cheek. She smiles, rubbing one eye with the heel of her palm before those icy blues meet mine. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Sleep well?”

She blows out a weighted breath. “All things considered. What about you?”

After everything that has happened, how could I? But I don’t tell her that. “Of course. It’s hard not to sleep well with you next to me, spawn.” It would make her feel worse if she knew the truth.

She rolls over, catching me off guard before straddling me. Planting her palms on my bare chest, her eyes roaming over my exposed body like I’m her favorite breakfast. Her face pinches instantly, a hiss pushing through her clenched teeth, and it’s like a bucket of cold water.

“What’s wrong? What hurts?”

“Everything,” she admits. “My whole body just feels sore.”

“That’s understandable. You used a lot of power. Let your body rest.”

Her shoulders deflate. Rejection is a tough pill to swallow. Her thoughts filter in like a punch to the gut. I can’t believe she would ever think I’d reject her. That’s so far from the truth, I’m just trying to be considerate. A fucking gentleman.

My hand circles her throat, before quickly switching our positions, keeping her pinned beneath me. “Don’t think for one fucking moment I don’t want you, spawn. That was not rejection. That was me trying to do the right thing, considering you can’t even sit up without being in pain.” I press my length against her center, making sure she feels exactly how much I crave her.

She rocks her hips against me, teasing me with her sweet cunt and the arousal pooling in her underwear. I growl, something feral opening in my chest, but I try to push it down. My fangs beg for a taste, and the increase in her heartbeat is doing nothing to help the matter. “Do you understand?”

Clearly she doesn’t. She reaches between us, her fingers squeezing my dick like a fucking vise. But not nearly as tight as her pussy does.

It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to make her regret this decision.

Instead, I remove my hand, her instant sigh of disappointment vanishing the moment my fangs pierce the skin covering her carotid. Alicent arches into me, wrapping an arm around my neck to pull me closer.

It’s like being injected with fucking heroin. A high I never want to come down from. Her blood rushes into me, and all the dirty, filthy thoughts running through her mind only make me suck harder.

Without thinking, my fingers move to the hem of her shirt—my shirt—and pull it over her breasts. Her nipples are hard as rocks, pebbling into tight nubs, begging for attention. Pinching one between my fingers, her moan instantly fills the room. She tries to press her legs together, but I keep them apart with my own, pressing my knee where she needs relief.

“Bastian.” The way she says my name like a fucking prayer only drives me further. Trailing my fingers down, I pass over her navel, before reaching where she needs me most. I tear the fabric of her panties clean off and circle her clit with gentle tenderness.

My cock rages beneath my sweatpants, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her. Always about her.

I plunge two fingers into her entrance, curving them so they hit the spot inside that drives her mad. Pumping in and out of her, I add a third finger before using my thumb to circle her most sensitive area. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust, chasing her own release like the greedy slut she is.

I pull my fangs free, already missing the connection. “Are you going to be a good girl for me and come all over my fingers?” When she doesn’t answer, I pull my fingers out and use them to pinch her little bundle of nerves.

She gasps. “Yes, yes—please.”