by K. M. Raya
She raised her eyes to him, flitting her gaze over his face with urgency. “I need you inside of me, Dres. I need you everywhere…”
He groaned, gripping her tighter with one hand, while his other hand covered her mound. He cupped her, and she couldn’t help but buck against his warm palm. “Is this what you need?” he asked, swirling his thumb around her clit and pressing down until her eyes rolled back in her head. He smiled. “I think you need more than that…”
She whined as he inserted two fingers, slipping them in easily now that she was soaking wet for him. She’d imagined this scenario hundreds of times. Since the day he stumbled on her in this every room, covered in sweat, glistening in the light like some sort of god… she wanted him. She craved him. She needed him.
In the next breath, he was scooping her into his arms and laying her out on the mats. She let him maneuver her so that her thighs fell open, allowing his body to nestle between them. He still had his pants on and it was incredibly frustrating when all she wanted was to rip them off and see what she’d been craving all along.
Dresden kissed the side of her neck, soft and slow. His kisses were sensual and his eyes closed every time he made contact with her skin. “I’m going to taste all of you,” he whispered, making her shiver. “I’m going to make you mine, Blue Jay,” he promised.
He kissed his way down her exposed chest, capturing her sensitive nipple between his warm lips. She groaned, rolling her hips. She felt him chuckle against her skin at her eagerness.
When he finally settled between her legs, Dresden looked up and into her eyes. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were molten, blazing with nothing short of absolute adoration and reverence. He looked at her like he was worshiping at the altar of a goddess. She bucked her hips again, and this time, he let his tongue slip out and lick up the center of her, flicking her clit with the tip. She cried out, pleasure rolling over her in waves.
She heard him growl before his lips latched onto her clit and sucked. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, fingers grasping at the mats beneath her. His tongue flattened, licking her in short bursts that had her hearing colors and seeing sounds. She didn’t know how much more she could take before she exploded into nothing.
Her pussy was stretched as he inserted two fingers once more, moving them in and out of her opening, all the while he sucked at her swollen clit, coaxing tiny, mewling sounds from her lips as she threw her head back and screamed. She was relieved that nobody came up to the tower, because her moans were impossible to disguise.
After she came down from her high, she struggled to catch her breath. Dresden sat back on his heels, eyes eating her up as he began to unbuckle his slacks. She watched him in rapt fascination as he pulled his cock free. Her breath sped up and she couldn’t help but lick her lips. He was perfection. Long and as hard as granite. She ran her eyes over his massive length greedily, already struggling to breath, imagining what it would feel like deep inside of her.
Dresden crawled up her body, his cock pulsing between them as it dragged along her abdomen. She whimpered. Dresden looked her in the eyes, bringing his hand up to cup the side of her face. He had a strange look on his handsome face as his long blonde hair fell around them. Blue cocked her head to the side, unsure of what to say.
The corners of his lips pulled up, and he placed a barely there kiss on her lips. “Before we do this, I need you to know that I’m in love with you, Blue Graves,” his voice came out as a whisper against her lips. Her breath caught. She definitely wasn’t expecting him to say that. She wanted it to be true so badly, and tears automatically sprung to her eyes.
“I’m serious. I’ve never said those words to another person in my entire life, but I’m saying them to you now because I mean them.” He kissed her again. “I love you, baby girl. I don’t care if I have to share you with two others, as long as you tell me you love me back. I need to know—”
“I love you too,” Blue interrupted, grabbing his cheeks in return. “You asshole,” she laughed. “I’ve loved you for a long time, I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
His eyes darkened, and his mouth curled into a seductive grin. “In that case…” Thrusting forward, Dresden filled her with his thick cock, causing them both to cry out as she squeezed around him like a vice grip. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing hard as she let herself adjust around him. In that moment, everything felt right. “I need to move,” he ground out, voice strained as his arms shook on either side of her.
“Please…” she whimpered.
He didn’t hesitate after that. His hips pistoned in and out of her with unrestrained fury. Grabbing ahold of the hair at the back of her head, Dresden pounded into her until she was screaming out his name and clawing at his back. His skin slapped against hers, and every so often he would slow down and roll his hips, grinding his pelvic bone against her clit.
“Harder!” she screamed, making Dresden growl and pick up his pace. He fucked into her like a madman, grunting and cursing every time he bottomed out. Her eyes were rolling back in her head as waves of heat flooded her belly. She was going to come, and then probably come again.
She felt his muscles tighten, and his arms begin to shake. She knew he was close. Blue sunk her fingers into his long hair and pulled, eliciting a groan from his lips. She watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, his hips slowing until they were rolling against each other.
Their movements became more fluid, sensually slipping against each other as sweat coated their bare skin. Tilting her head, she pulled his head lower and licked out at his earlobe. Lightly, she nipped at it, and soon his body was shuddering and he spilled into her center. That’s when she lost all the control she thought she had. Pleasure ripped through her and she screamed his name as she squeezed around his cock, coaxing every last ounce of pleasure she could out of this adonis of a man. This perplexing, angry, thoughtful, kind man.
He came so hard that he was growling, groaning and shaking. He held her in his arms tightly, like he would never let her go. They were spent at that point, both breathing heavily as they fought to catch their breaths. Dresden rolled off of her eventually, but never let his skin lose contact with hers. Her body felt weightless as they laid there in the dark room, staring up at the ceiling. Rain started to batter the window up above, lulling them into contentment as they fell asleep.
Chapter Twenty Six
The door to their training room was kicked open and Jasper ran in, followed by David and Cole. They barely flinched at the sight of nakedness before them, instead, their faces were pale, and their weapons were drawn. Cole’s hands were partially shifted, and Jasper had blood splatter all over his face. He was holding a pair of Blue’s tactical boots in his right hand.
“What's going on?” Dresden growled as he leapt off the floor and started dressing. Blue shot up, slipping into her gown and straightening it back into place, and David kindly averted his eyes.
“You need to get ready, it’s a mess out there,” said David. She didn’t have time to change into her leathers, so she just reached down and tore off the bottom portion of the dress, freeing her legs from the constraining fabric. She buckled on her holsters she’d laid to the side and snatched her knee-high boots from Jasper’s grip and slipped them on.
Jasper started helping Blue strap on her things, patting her down to lock everything into place. “We're under attack. A massive group of vamps breached the Guardian line and caught us off guard before the banquet ended.” Jasper’s voice quivered. Blue felt her heart sink. He stopped moving for a second and met her eyes. “There could be hundreds…”
She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. Hundreds? She cursed under her breath as she looked back up to see Cole hovering by the window, shoulders heaving as his claws started to lengthen even more. “Cole—” she called out. He snapped his head around and stared at her. His eyes were no longer human. “Go ahead of us, they’ll need you down there.”
His jaw clenched beneath his thi
ck beard, but he nodded curtly before striding over to where she stood. Dresden and Jasper moved out of his way as he grasped Blue’s face in his palms, careful not to scratch her. He stared in her eyes, flitting his gaze between her brown and her blue. “You watch your ass out there, baby girl, you hear me?” His voice was scratchy, like his throat was beginning to shift. His wolf wanted to come forward, but he was holding back. “If you get overrun, you fucking scream my name, got it? I don’t care where I am, I’ll hear you and I’ll come for you.”
Her heart was pounding, and dread pooled in her stomach. She hated what he was saying—what he was promising, but she knew he would do exactly that. Now that the mate bond was fully sealed, he’d feel her every wound. He’d know if she was in danger, but that made it all the worse. Now she didn’t just have herself to worry about. Leaning in, she molded her lips to his in a fierce kiss, not caring if the others were watching. His hands tightened on her cheeks, shaking against her skin like he was barely holding on. She knew he didn’t want to let her go, but they had no choice. She refused to think this would be the last time…
“I love you, Blue,” he whispered against her lips as he started to pull away.
She caught a choked sob in her throat as she let those words roll over her. Craning her head backwards, she looked into his yellow eyes and stroked his scruff. “I love you too, Mate.”
Cole tore himself from her arms and she almost whimpered. The next thing she knew, he was throwing open the window to the tower level room and leaping right out into the stormy night. She rushed to the ledge, only to watch in fascination as Cole shifted midair into his giant black wolf and landed easily on four paws before taking off into the forest. She could hear howls in the distance, and she knew he was heading towards the rest of his Guardian pack who needed him.
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In the distance, she could hear the faint sounds of screaming and the clash and clang of silver weaponry, the slash of whips and even some gunfire. How she hadn't heard it just moments before was a testament to how distracting men could be. Once dressed, the four of them left, bounding into the corridor, pushing their way through hordes of frantic Slayers. Every person they passed was armed and dressed for battle or already soaked in blood and ash.
On the first floor, students and instructors alike were battling it out with vamps by the dozens. They came from every doorway and crashed through every window. It was pouring rain outside, guaranteeing heavy cloud cover for hours to come. Blue snapped to action without a second thought, moving with pure instinct and the need to vanquish. Her stakes became like an extension of her own arm as she plunged them through the chest of any bloodsucker she came across. One after the next, they threw their decaying bodies at her, teeth bared, sticking out of their mouths like hundreds of tiny, blood-soaked needles.
Her guys and David fought alongside her as a group, flanking her left and right with David at her back. They held their backs to one another forming a tight circle of four, and Blue found herself scanning the room for a bright head of crimson hair, or a flash of dirty blonde. She didn’t know if her sister and Ronnie had been in the ballroom when the attack kicked off, but she hoped they’d been able to make it to relative safety.
Many Slayers fell around her, unprepared for the realities of a real vampire attack when they weren’t expecting it. Some of them were unarmed as well. Their training simulations and theoretical lessons were one thing, but a fight with a real monster was a whole different ball game. She tried her best to save as many of her classmates as she could by jumping in front of them and shielding them with her body, but she wasn’t able to save everyone. This didn't go unnoticed as she caught the guys glaring at her from time to time. Dresden shook his head. “Stop trying to kill yourself!”
Blue scoffed as she pulled her stake from the chest of a dead vamp just before it poofed into a cloud of dust. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to if these idiots had come prepared!” Several people crawled along the floor, trying to make it to the staircase that lead to the dormitories. She kept fighting.
Eventually, they’d dusted almost every vamp in the castle, because they stopped trickling in through the open windows and she couldn’t hear any gurgling shrieks from inside the structure anymore. They made their way outdoors, fighting the pounding rain and biting wind. Dozens of Slayers were running off into the trees, chasing after the stragglers. Blue ran faster than she ever had before, offing vamps left and right as she weaved through the trees. She knew the guys were somewhere close by because she could hear the sharp snap of Jasper’s whips. They were forced to stop every few minutes when a rogue group of bloodsuckers closed in around them. But they worked swiftly and efficiently, taking out each vampire like four cogs in a well-oiled machine. They watched each other’s backs and made sure they were covered on all sides.
After what seemed like hours, it was becoming harder and harder to find any more vamps. Every so often, though, they would stumble upon the body of a fallen Slayer, killing her inside more and more with every body they found. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, though she knew she was being an idiot. She knew, though, that these vamps had likely come from that nest below the streets of Portland. There had been hundreds of bodies down there in those sewers and they should have gone back. She stupidly left it up to the Conclave to cover up, but she should have known they wouldn’t finish the job. She felt every single death down to her aching bones as she passed more and more of their fallen classmates. Sometime ago she’d lost track of the guys.
Breaking into a clearing, it took only a moment for Blue to realize that she was in her graveyard. All was quiet save for the rain battering the thick mud and plastering her hair to her face. She turned back to look for the guys when a sudden wail of terror sounded out through the night. Her head snapped in the direction of the voice and she could vaguely make out a splash of orange through the dense rain.
Over the tops of the older headstones against the edge of the tree line—crouched on the muddy ground was Ronnie, bent over something, her orange hair glowing in the darkness. Ronnie sobbed again, loud and so filled with grief that Blue felt like she could vomit right there. There was only one reason Ronnie would make a sound like that... she almost didn't want to look.
Blue ran as fast as she could towards her roommate, desperately seeking out her sister’s blonde hair but found something else entirely. She’d lost track of the guys for only a few moments, but a few moments was all it took. Blue screamed when her eyes landed on David’s corpse, staring blankly up into the sky—skin white as a sheet and mouth agape in a silent scream. She ran to his side and fell to her knees beside him, throwing her arms over his torso and sobbing into his chest. Ronnie curled in on herself next to a headstone, sobbing into her bloody hands.
“No, no, no!” she cried desperately as she tried and failed to resuscitate him. She pushed on his chest with bone breaking force, breathing air into his open mouth but it was no use. Black veins were creeping over his pale arms, making their way towards his heart. He had a massive chunk ripped out of the side of his thigh which was already starting to clot.
She knew it was only a matter of minutes before David re-awakened as a vampire. The venom was changing him from the inside, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, save for putting him down before it happened. Her throat was closing up as she readjusted her grip on her stake. Her weapon was never meant for him, and she felt like screaming and screaming some more until the rage overtook her completely.
The sounds of battle died down, and the ominous Guardian howls sang through the forest, telling her the battle was pretty much over. In the end, she knew they outnumbered the vampires ten to one, so it had only been a matter of time really. But all she could focus on was David’s cooling skin, and the way his jaw began to tremble and bleed. Inside his mouth, his teeth were elongating, and his fingers were curling into talon-like claws. It made her sick watching it happen. She was shaking on her knees, soaked from head to toe in graveyard mud and vampire blood.<
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"How does it feel!?” Jewel shrieked as she stormed into view, crashing through the underbrush. All eyes turned to the furious brunette as her voice echoed throughout the graveyard. Blue hadn’t realized there were others in the graveyard, she’d been so focused on David. JJ's hair was matted with blood and it whipped in the frigid wind. She seemed to be limping badly. “How does it feel knowing that everyone around you dies!”
Through her haze of grief and confusion, Blue tried to focus on her childhood friend’s words, but all she could hear were Ronnie’s wails and the sound of blood rushing through her ears. Jewel came into focus as she stopped ten feet in front of her, clutching her side as she bled through her dress. "What did you just say to me?" Blue asked in disbelief.
Jewel laughed—of all things to do at that moment. She laughed in her face as David, a boy she grew up with her whole life lay cold and dead on the ground with his blood seeping into Blue’s hands and into the soil. She laughed, and there was something hysterical about it. "You bring death wherever you go, Blue! It follows you, no matter how fast you run, or how well you hide… people around you die, and I tried to warn you before you brought it here!" She let loose a sharp sob that contradicted the crazed, angry look in her eyes. "You and your family are cursed, and you should never have come here!"
She let those words sink in and noticed that all was quiet around her. Dresden, Jasper and Cole stood off to the side near the Graves mausoleum, watching Blue with sad eyes as she mourned for her friend. She didn't remember them arriving, but she was relieved to see them alive and unscathed. Cole was dressed in a pair of ripped shorts he probably stashed nearby, and on his chest were fading wounds as he proceeded to heal himself. Dresden’s hair was matted with dark blood, and he had a gash under his right eye, but otherwise he looked alright. Jasper looked fine, only shaken and angry as he watched Jewel hurl insults at Blue. A few dozen other Slayers had congregated nearby, sitting on tombstones, or leaning against mausoleums—looking lost.
