“I love every damn inch of this body, Vengeance,” Ares says, his voice completely feral. He rubs the pad of his middle finger up and down over my clit, taking long, beautiful strokes.
“It loves every inch of you, Venom,” I manage to get the words out.
He slams into me harder, the noise of it filling the penthouse.
A growl rumbles in his chest.
I sense it coming.
The earth-shattering finish.
Ares’ grip on my hip tightens. His finger slips over my little bud.
And the entire planet must detonate.
My vision goes white.
A gasping scream rips from my lips. Ares lets out a roar.
And I unravel. I shatter. I cease to exist, or perhaps I become the entire universe.
Ares groans again, thrusting one last time, pushing me to one last, ecstasy filled moment.
His arms wrap around my waist. His hot, soft lips press into my spine.
“Fuck, I needed that,” he says against my skin. “You’re absolutely addicting. You know that?”
“I think I might,” I say as I straighten and turn in his arms. “Good to know we’re both addicts.”
He kisses me, and I don’t know that his mouth has ever been this hot. His heart pounds in his chest, pressed into my own.
But it feels perfect. This. This is what I’ve been fighting so hard for. Why I’ll keep going, no matter what we have to face. Because these moments, just like this, are what makes every day with Ares, the best day of my life.
“That was twenty-two minutes,” Ares says as he crooks an eyebrow at me.
“Sorry, world,” I say, unbothered. “Guess I’d rather get plowed by my fiancé than worry about saving you.”
Ares smiles the most crooked, seductive smile, and I fucking melt. He leans in, his hands circling around to cup my ass cheeks, giving them each a squeeze.
“Have I ever told you that you have the absolutely most perfect ass on the entire planet?” he says low and rough into my ear.
“You haven’t,” I answer, utterly pleased.
He simply growls and nods. “And it’s all fucking mine.”
“I love that fucking mouth of yours,” I echo his own words back to him.
He smacks my left cheek and smirks at me as he turns, releasing me. “Come on, the world still needs saving.”
“Give me just a second,” I say as I step toward our bedroom. “Someone keeps ruining all of my underwear. And I’d rather not save the world commando.”
Chapter 14
Telling Sysco and Harry everything we had learned required explainingeverything. The origins of vampires. King Cyrus. The reincarnating queen. Their demented son. The war that divided the Royals from the Born. The House system. So many damn details that I didn’t feel like we had a firm grip on yet. And here Ares and I were, teaching the other Barons.
Harry had heard rumors about all of this. But he had never believed any of it. Even as we explained it all, I wasn’t sure if he believed us.
Sysco’s mind had been fucking blown. “You’re serious right now?” He’d asked about twelve different times. “A king?” “You telling me there’s vampire Royalty in Boston? In fucking Mississippi?” “No. No way.”
