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His body tensed and his breath caught in his throat as I gripped him. My lips and tongue moved over him gently yet fiercely, sending sparks through us both. His eyes fluttered shut and a soft moan escaped him as I expertly took him past all restraint, pushing him to the brink of orgasm and holding him there.
“I love you!” He gasped, fingers tight in my hair as I took him deep. With every stroke, I felt our soulmate bond strengthen, as if I was feeling his pleasure with him. His breaths quickened as I moved faster and faster, my wetness coating my panties.
His scream behind closed lips tipped me over the edge.
I caressed my fingertips over the soft swell of my clit, and a moan bubbled up from within me. I moved faster, pressing against myself until the orgasm reached through me, radiating through my muscles in waves, clamping my thighs together.
He let out a powerful moan, his hips bucking up against me. His hands tightened around my head, guiding me as he fucked my mouth. I increased the speed of my motions, taking him deeper and faster than before.
“Don't stop,” he said breathlessly, a grunt in-between his words. “Oh gods, oh fucking gods!”
With one last thrust, his body tensed, and I felt the first ripple of pleasure shoot up his length, followed by more until he quaked. He released a deep roar and lost all control as he filled my mouth.
I’d never heard him scream like that.
I kept swallowing, teasing out every last shudder, soft grunts leaving his mouth as I swallowed. When I finally pulled away, his half-lidded gaze met mine. My tongue traced my bottom lip as I watched him lie there. His body glistened with sweat, and he rolled onto his side, barely able to keep his eyes open.
With a last gasp of breath he whispered, “you ruin me, every time.”
EIGHTEEN
Olivia
Afterspendingthedaywith Sebastian, I crept down the stairs for my lesson with Azia. I breathed in the pungent scent of herbs and spices as I stepped into the foyer. I brushed my fingers along the hand-carved threshold, feeling a faint hum of energy. When I looked up, I saw tiny symbols etched into the wooden beams that lined the doorway. Azia had strengthened the barrier spell he’d placed around our temporary home, protecting us from any harm lingering outside its walls.
“They won't hold out other sorcerers. Just vampires,” he warned, his voice jolting me as he came up behind me. I looked over my shoulder, pulling my hand back to my side. “Especially if there are over two sorcerers.” He shoved his hands in the pockets of his suede brown pants, then stared at the paintings of the city. He adjusted his glasses as he studied each one, and a shadow of concern passed over his face for a moment before being replaced by a mask of stoicism. “We should hurry,” he said and turned.
My gaze tricked over the shadowy hallway at the top of the staircase. Sebastian and Erianna should be asleep in their rooms, as well as Zach and Anna. Although Erianna would wake soon.
In the silence of the night, I felt the serenity I craved. Even though I was with Azia, his aura was so peaceful it felt like being alone, which was needed given how draining being around other people was as an empath.
I trailed behind Azia, marveling at the grand arched window in front of us. Peering through, I could make out the streetlights below, illuminated by a sliver of the moon casting shadows across the pavement. Glancing up, my gaze caught the silhouette of a vampire standing atop a tall stone building across the road. He crouched, his focus on the road below. My heart thumped faster as I squinted to get a better look, then I spotted a figure—a mortal inching closer to danger.
Azia turned back, then looked out over my head. “One of them must have escaped a blood den.”
My stomach flipped as I watched the woman scramble through a deserted alley, her desperate movements suggesting she believed there was some way to escape this cursed city. Before I could take a step towards the door, Azia's hand clapped against my shoulder, his dark eyes glowing in the dim moonlight. I looked back, and I realized why he had stopped me. As if floating on air, a vampire emerged from the shadows of the rooftop and descended upon the woman with lightning speed. “I can still help her,” I insisted, but with another blink of my eyes, he'd already whisked her out of sight.
“You will have your time,” he promised.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself past him. I was trying to help Sebastian, Erianna, Zach and my parents by saving them from an eternity in the underworld. But I knew these other vampires were already damned. It was sad that they would need an incentive to do the right thing, but maybe if there was something for them to look forward to in the afterlife, it could be enough of a motivator for them. Yet I couldn’t help but feel like I was giving them a second chance they didn't deserve.
“Lead by example,” Azia said, as if he could sense my thoughts. “When you take the throne, you will reshape this kingdom. Mortal kingdoms were just as barbaric without curses on them, going back a few centuries ago.”
It isn't black and white. I remembered Sebastian telling me that before. There was a shove for me to help them, even if they didn't want it. The weight of being queen carried with me to the office.
The door creaked as I followed Azia into the dark office. On the left, a mahogany desk sat in the corner, surrounded by stacks of books that glowed in the soft amber light from the fireplace. The flames danced as I swept past them, their heat brushing against my arms like ghostly fingers. Bookshelves lined with mismatched spines filled the gaps between the walls and arched windows, containing texts long forgotten and banned in Baldoria.
As I stepped further into the room, my gaze drifted towards the corner where a familiar green teapot stood. Golden honey spilled from a glass jar and pooled on top of an old wooden chest, a small silver teaspoon sticking out. The comforting aroma of chamomile tea filled the air, mixing with parchment, calming me.
I took the seat facing the desk, sinking into a soft brown cushion. The fire crackled in the fireplace, embers fading between the logs. Azia carried a silver platter holding two teacups and placed it to the side of the desk. “Thirsty?”
I nodded. “I’ve missed your teas.”
“Good.” He poured them, and I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of the desk, the cracks in the wood rough under the tips as I thought about who must have owned the furniture before we took up residence.
Azia handed me my tea, then blew out a long breath. “This is our last lesson. I hope you’ve eaten. We have a long night ahead of us.”
I nodded, then blew over my teacup, making the steam into spiral. “I’m ready.”
