Page 23 of Secrets of Ruin

He didn’t care what it took; he would keep her shielded from them. As he adjusted his grip on her, she moaned her disappointment and wiggled against his shaft. She was already wet for him as she teased the head of his dick.

Stifling a groan, he turned, put his hand down, and rose. He also wouldn’t take her in the dirt. He couldn’t give her the luxury she deserved in this place, but he could give her that much.

He carried her to the back of the cell, as far from those assholes as he could get. Once there, he pressed her back against the wall and held her as he pulled away a little to look at her again.

She’s here. She’s really here.

It seemed too good to be true, but it was her beautiful eyes on his and her warm body in his arms. His heart swelled with love as a smile curved the corners of her full, swollen mouth.

Passion darkened her eyes, and her breath came faster as he ran his fingers down her side. Her nipples puckered against his chest.

She’d always been so beautiful to him, but she was more so now as love shone from her gaze. It hadn’t been there when they were together before.

That love enraptured him more than the woman who slid her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his back to draw him closer. She loved him; there was no denying that.

And she’s mine.

His gaze fell to her neck and the rapid beat of her pulse as his fangs lengthened, the dark fae screamed, and something primeval tore free. She was already wet for him, but he should prepare her further for what was to come.

His control was spiraling away as hunger twisted his insides into knots and battered his restraint. His lips skimmed back as saliva filled his mouth, and his cock became impossibly hard.

“Fuck me, Brokk.”

Those three words completely undid him, and unable to stop himself, he thrust into her as he sank his fangs into her vein. He groaned against her throat as her hot, wet sheath enveloped him while her blood rushed into his mouth.

She fit perfectly around him as she cried out from his invasion and her fingers dug into his neck. He placed his hands on the small of her back when it bowed, and she ground against him.

He managed to retract his fangs but couldn’t stop himself from moving within her. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

He sank his fangs into her shoulder and feasted as the pleasure she gave sent him spiraling out of control. He plunged beyond hearing as the remaining shreds of his reason disappeared.

Hard. Too hard.

But he couldn’t stop as he feasted on the sexual energy rising between them while he consumed her blood. He was taking too much.

The ophidians had starved him, and she offered the most exquisite banquet Brokk had ever encountered. He had to stop.

He couldn’t.

She was so sure he wouldn’t hurt her, but that trust had been misplaced as he couldn’t get enough of her. When she cried out and her sheath tightened around his cock, his body stiffened as he came with her, but it still didn’t stop him.

He finally managed to retract his fangs while his hips continued to move. He could kill her; that knowledge hammered at him, but he couldn’t stop.

Now that he had her again, he would gorge himself on her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Brokk didn’t know how much time passed before he finally pulled out of Kaylia and brought her to the ground to hold her. With his back to the ophidians, he locked himself protectively around her while cradling her against him.

The most they could see of her was the foot she slipped between his legs. She was still alive but weakened as she yawned.

And every part of him nearly vibrated with renewed vitality. His ciphers still weren’t the deep black they should be. However, their color had deepened until they were almost black again instead of that sick gray color.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not.” She placed her hand over his heart and lifted her eyes to his. “I’m tired but fine. I swear, Brokk, I’m fine.”