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Nash’s Knightsguard picked through the front lawn, poking at withered, rotting carcasses to ensure they were dead, forming a line of defense along the perimeter. I was heading in Fiona’s direction when Riordan caught me with an arm around my waist. “You’re drained. You need to feed and sleep. Now.” He motioned Blake over.
“Take her upstairs and get her into bed.” He handed me off to my mate like I was a football. “I’ll join you as soon as we’ve put the wards back in place.”
“We need to go to the Silverwood compound,” I pointed out. “Take out Ravok while we still have the element of surprise. While he’s still weak.”
“You’re in no shape to face him, Evie. None of us are,” Riordan lectured sternly. “And we’re not charging in there without a strategy. We need a few hours to recuperate and come up with a plan of attack.”
“But I can’t sleep right now,” I whined, looking around for Malachi, who seemed to have disappeared.He’d back me up, tell them how narrow our window of opportunity was.
“Sleep then sex.” Blake decided, “or sex then sleep, your choice.”
For a second all my thoughts disappeared into the fuzzy arousal of having Blake nibbling at my throat. But…Ravok. I gently pushed him away with a hand pressed to his chest. “But what if…”
My mate tugged me back to him, his hard cock trapped between us, a slow, wicked smile curving his lips. “I’ve been waiting to get you into bed all day and now I have the perfect excuse. I’m not going to squander it.”
The wind stole my answer away, then we landed in Blake’s bedroom, where his calloused palms dragged down my sides, my hips, pushing my hair aside so he could fasten his mouth on the base of my neck and sink his teeth in with the barest pinch.
“God Blake, that feels….good,” I hissed. Gods, when he did that…I closed my eyes, savoring the rising flood of anticipation that made me ache for him.
“You need sleep. I need you. I can still smell you on my skin from earlier. And I’m done talking about this.” Blake’s voice turned rougher, his hands gripping my hips, erection throbbing against my thigh. “I’m starving for you, Evie, and all I want is to hear you make more of those delicious little moans when I bury myself inside you.”
“Yes,” I let my head drop back, baring my entire throat to him, letting him nibble and suck and bite to his heart’s content until my entire body was on fire.
“Rohr will be another few minutes,” Blake murmured, his eyes dancing as he slowly wound my hair around his fingers. “But he asked me for a favor, as his loyal subject.”
“Really? What was that?”
“That as our queen, I have you naked and wet and ready for your king when he arrives. And I plan to do just that, until you aredrippingfor us.” My core clenched at his husked demand, the feel of his rough hands skating up and down my body, peeling off clothing with every slow pass.
My filthy shirt disappeared, then my bra, my tight nipples scraping against the rough fabric of his Kevlar vest.
“I…we should…oh fuck, Blake.” He plunged his hand down the front of my jeans and stroked me, right where I needed him, hard and fast, fingers sliding between my wet folds with incredible precision, working me just the way I liked.
“I’m keeping my word,” Blake continued, as if he wasn’t rocketing me toward release with every stroke. “I promised him I’d have you ready for him, and I’m not about to disappoint. He is the king, after all.” Blake backed me toward the bed, suckling my neck and rubbing my swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger while his eyes gleamed, tongue darting out over his lips.
“I’m almost there. Don’t stop.” I searched his beautiful face, his harsh features etched in light and shadow. “Please?”
With an evil chuckle, he eased off, pulled his hand away, and I hissed out a curse.
“Just taking a break,” he muttered. “Long enough to get these off.” He dropped to his knees and lifted my foot, eased off one boot, then the other, then my socks, before unbuttoning my jeans and drawing down the zipper, slow enough to send another wave of pure want through me.
“Teasing isn’t very nice.” I pouted. “Maybe I do want to sleep, after all.”
He tipped his head, smiled, braced a hand on my bellyand shoved.
I tumbled backwards onto the bed as he stripped away my jeans, along with my panties, pressing my thighs apart and fastening his mouth over my clit and sucking. Hard. His tongue lashed mercilessly, fingers digging in as he pinned me down, opening me up so he could go deeper, my head spinning from the assault he wreaked on my swollen, greedy flesh.
The heat of his mouth made me come apart, spiraling down into a pit of pure carnal sensation that I got lost in, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as he held me in place and made me take his mouth and his tongue and his lips and the storm he was unleashing.
“Fuck, Blake, fuck.” I tried to bow up off the bed and couldn’t, had to settle for twisting my hands—painfully, I was sure—into his long hair and hanging on for dear life as I imploded into pieces, yanking desperately as the world flew apart.
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“That has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Riordan’s dark voice throbbed with primal power, and I opened my eyes to find him looming over me, “You are absolutely fucking perfect.”
He stared transfixed, magic glowing faintly around him, his face filled with a hungry ache that tugged at my heart as he peeled off his coat, his shirt, kicked off his boots.
