When Darkness Ends(Guardians of Eternity,book 12)(52) by Alexandra Ivy
The power felt wild . . . untamed.
As if Cyn had released the berserker who lived deep inside him.
Planting tiny, restless kisses over her face, he slid his lips down the length of her arched neck. Fallon’s breath was slammed from her lungs as he tugged her upward, catching the puckered nipple between his teeth. She gave a soft gasp as he licked and tormented her, her back arching as excitement buzzed through her. He turned his attention to the other breast, deliberately urging her desire to a fever pitch.
Oh . . . Lord. She needed more.
She needed to feel him stretching her as he slid his cock deep into her body.
But even as she struggled to slide onto his waiting erection, he was ruthlessly hauling her up to her knees. With a strangled moan she glanced down to watch his mouth explore the clenched muscles of her stomach, his tongue darting out to send shivers of delight through her.
She hissed, her fingers tangling in his hair as his lips explored the curve of her hip and down the inside of her thigh.
Okay. Perhaps she shouldn’t be in such a hurry.
Cyn seemed to know what he was doing.
Then his tongue found her moist cleft and she forgot how to think.
Feeling her entire body clench as his tongue stroked the highly sensitive flesh, Fallon gazed down at the vampire who was rapidly becoming a necessary part of her life.
He made her feel beautiful, and desirable, and just a little wicked.
Everything a woman wanted to feel.
Tightening his hold on her hips, Cyn found the mysterious center of her pleasure, gently sucking until her entire body clenched with her looming orgasm.
“Cyn,” she breathed. “I need—”
“I’ve got you,” he assured her, guiding her back so he could position her over his straining cock.
Then slowly he breached her tight passage.
Fallon hissed as she tentatively pressed downward, groaning at the delicious burn.
Suddenly she understood why he kept assuring her that his large size was a good thing.
Actually, it wasn’t a good thing. It was a fantastic thing.
His teeth clenched as he allowed her to go at her own pace, sinking down one slow inch at a time.
It wasn’t until she was fully seated that he tightened his hold on her hips and began to move.
Savoring his deep, steady pace, Fallon laid her hands on his chest, following the instinct to roll her hips to meet his upward thrust. She smiled with satisfaction as he gave a low shout as his fingers tightened on his hips.
She might be naive, but she was a fast learner.
“You’re going to be the death of me, princess,” he panted.
Fallon leaned down, sucking his lower lip between her teeth. His hips jerked off the mattress, as she bit the tender flesh at the same time she scored her nails down his chest.
Fallon chuckled, loving the sensation of having Cyn in her thrall. It might be nothing but an illusion that he was offering her, but it gave her a heady sense of power.
In this moment there was only the two of them.
And no future.
Shoving away the worries that waited just beyond the bedroom door, she concentrated on the sensation of Cyn’s deepening thrusts, her soft pants filling the air as she hovered on the cusp of bliss.
Cyn tightened his grip, his face burying in the curve of her neck. Then, still pumping into her at a furious pace, he tilted his hips for an even deeper penetration, sending her into a shattering climax.
Fallon shuddered in ecstasy, convulsing around him as he cried out with the violent pleasure of his own release.
Anthony Benson woke to find he was lying on the floor of his foyer.
Grimacing, he forced himself to the kitchen to devour the meal he’d prepared before leaving his private estate.
It was difficult enough to layer the magic through the caves of the Commission. Even with the potion to amplify his power, it drained him to the point of exhaustion. But to be forced to send a blast of energy to disrupt whoever had been spying on him had depleted what few resources he had left.
He was fortunate he’d managed to reach home before he collapsed.
Once he felt the magic returning to his body he took a quick shower and pulled on his usual uniform of slacks and a brown tweed jacket. Only then did he head to his library where he paced the floor with short, jerky steps.
Who the hell had been scrying the caves?
Had they been searching for him?
A trickle of fear inched down his spine. No. It was impossible.
Halting at the table below the large bay window, Anthony poured himself a large shot of whiskey. If anyone suspected that he was manipulating the Oracles, he would have been destroyed before he could reach the caves.
It was more likely that the Commission had decided to beef up their security.
Which still posed a problem.
His cloak would have hid his identity, but if the Oracles were aware that there was someone sneaking through the tunnels, it would make it almost impossible for him to return.
Which meant he had to hope this last Compulsion spell would be enough to gain complete control of the Commission.
But first . . .
He drained the whiskey and set his empty glass on his desk.
The imp Keeley should have returned by now. Which meant he’d either been captured or turned traitor.
Either way, Anthony needed to shut his mouth before he could start squealing and ruin everything.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone and sent a short text to Yiant.
Minutes later the slender fairy appeared, attired in ornate robes that revealed he’d been in the middle of some flamboyant fey celebration.
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