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Chapter 36 – Talia
Drakos pulled me intohis arms, which was probably a good thing, because I didn’t think I could walk at the moment. My legs might as well have been made of gelatin.
Life as I knew it broke when I learned the truth about my father. And then Drakos was there to put it back together. This brutal, precise prince of the underworld had fallen to his knees before me—me, the daughter of his enemy! I wasn’t crazy about telling him I tried to kill him. He might trust me as a turncoat, but if he knew I was out for his blood? No, I was going to let that secret remain buried.
Drakos laid me on the bed and withdrew enough to slide his sweatpants off. I watched him from under hooded lids.
“Why do you always wear suits? I never see you like this unless I interrupt your sleep,” I observed, dropping my gaze to take in all of him.
“That is a story for another time,” he responded, climbing onto the bed and pushing my thighs apart.
“Come on, Constantine,” I protested. “We’re allies now. Same side. You’ve got to give me something if we’re going to be friends.”
“Friends.” He repeated the word as if testing its merit, then swooped in to taste my sex once more.
I jerked, hissing at the sensation.
With a dark chuckle, Drakos prowled over me, resting part of his weight on my body. He braced an arm on either side of me and moved his hips so that his cock fell heavy against my thigh.
“It’s not something I want to talk about because it’s going to kill the mood,” he patiently explained.
“Please,” I begged. The truth was, I was a touch nervous about what we were about to do. But more because of what it meant. This wasn’t a simple seduction where I let him fuck my brains out. What we were about to do was seal a contract of sorts. We were on common ground, and that was a cause for celebration. And should this partnership ever be broken, it would have deep-seated ramifications.
“When I was young, men who were wealthy and powerful wore suits. I’ve earned that badge of honor, and I wear it proudly.” His voice held an edge, both harsh and raw. This conversation, small as it was, was borderline painful for him, and that was revealing. How well did I actually know this man called the butcher?
Very.Because just as he’d confessed to me, I saw the man lurking in the dark. Constantine was noble, powerful, and loyal. Virtuous to a fault in his own way. His moral compass might not point north, but hell, mine didn’t either.
“I see.” I rolled my hips, grinding his cock against my flesh in reward for the answer.
Drakos squeezed his eyes closed and drew in a sharp breath. I reached up and cupped his face between my hands. It would be so easy to grip hard, jerk, and twist; and with a crack, break his neck. But he wasn’t my enemy.He never was.
I pulled his face down and kissed him with everything I had. As our tongues clashed, he moved against me. Before I knew it, the tip of his cock was aligned with my opening. In one swift move, he pushed inside.
I lurched, clutching at his shoulders and catching his lip between my teeth. The tang of iron was on my tongue. Blood. I’d bitten him.
Drakos pulled back with a laugh. “It’s only fair that if I make you bleed, you return the favor.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, swiping the bright red bead with my thumb.
He sucked his lip into his mouth while at the same time he reached between us. His fingers found my clit, and he began to rub in tight, demanding circles.
I closed my eyes and breathed through the intensity. Pain quickly fled, giving way to pleasure. When it finally started to feel good, I felt full. He was larger than I expected. I tested the fit and rocked my hips.
“That’s it, princess. Your pussy took my dick so well.”
A moan was my only response. His fingers moved away from my sex and reached up to cup my breast. He pumped in and out while sucking my breast at the same time.
I held on, fingers digging into his skin, and watched his ministrations with fascination. It was so damn erotic. Everything felt so good.
He pulled back and flicked an eyebrow. “Damn, princess, you bit me good.”
I was already panting, brain getting all fuzzy. But I managed to see what he was looking at. There were streaks of blood on the olive of my skin. Reaching for the back of his head, I brought his mouth back to mine. The taste of blood, the musk of my body, and the taste of his own lips was a heady concoction. Constantine was mine. And I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt him. The revelation was sudden and striking.
As he increased the pace, the tight expression on his face told me that he was holding back for my sake. And while I was grateful for the consideration, I also knew I could take more. Tipping my hips up and clutching the backs of his thighs with my legs, I breathed, “Harder, Constantine. Is that all you’ve got?”
