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me onto my back, I was damn near boneless and his cock still jutted out, thick and proud, glistening from being deep in my body. Alfred kissed his way up my thighs to my pussy, and then he buried his face there.

I was crying from the stimulation by the time he finished giving me another three orgasms. I couldn’t fucking see straight for how sensitive I was. Every brush of his skin seemed to set mine alight. He kissed a path across my stomach to my breasts, then worshipped there for a while.

That was what it felt like—fucking worship, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so adored.

Before them.

Before Fin.

Before Maddox.

Before Rogue.

I’d never been this adored.

Alfred reached my throat, and when I tensed, he lifted his head and moved to kiss my jaw. Somehow, I grasped his hair and then tugged him down to kiss me. His face was slick from eating me out, and I tasted myself all over his lips.

He lined his cock up between my thighs again as I dragged my legs up to cradle him. Fuck, it was effort to move. I…I could feel the pulse of his heart.

“Can I bite you?” The question slipped from me between kisses. The dazzling smile on his face took what little breath I had left. Pleasure fountained through me at his delight.

“Nothing would please me more, Hellion.” He offered me his throat, and I licked my lips. Did I want this?

The answer crashed through my system like a landslide. It was a resounding yes. I sank my teeth in, and he thrust into me again. Locked together, I began to feed, and the memories that spilled into me weren’t from the past.

Well, not the distant past.

They were his memories of seeing me in the garden.

And the need it evoked in him.

This time when I orgasmed, he came with me.

Chapter 14

“If I cannot influence the gods, then I shall move all hell.” - Virgil

Rogue

The walls of the club vibrated with the pounding beat of the music blasting from the oversized speakers placed throughout. The flashing lights strobed over the writhing bodies occupying the dance floor. The smell of sex and blood filled the air amidst the sweat and drugs. This was not any place he would have ever chosen to visit.

The server came over to him again, her fourth pass in the last hour, and the sheer scrap of cloth covering her midsection and breasts did nothing to disguise her nipples or the lack of panties. Her bare ass rubbed his arm, but one glance from him, and she backed up a step. “My lord…” The words slipped brokenly from her, but he had no interest in her offering or her service. With one jerk of his chin, he motioned her away, and she stumbled through a curtsey before she fled.

If she insisted on offering again, he’d snap her neck and she could explain it to her employer in the morning. The vampire was too damn young to be that oblivious to cues from her elders. Rogue didn’t even bother with a drink as he studied the crowd. It had grown over the last hour, if that were possible, with more bodies, and precious few of them humans.

Catching movement from the corner of his eye, Rogue didn’t react when the large man took a seat at his table. Despite his impressive size, Brandt moved with surprising lightness. He always had. Most facing him in battle expected a berserker, never quite realizing assassination had always been his forte. Not that it mattered.

“M’lord,” he greeted Rogue, skipping the formalities of a bow which would only draw more attention. It was enough that Brandt had taken a seat at his table. When Brandt was in the club, no one bothered him unless he summoned them to him. For him to approach Rogue served as a signal to those of the younger generation, and the crowd on this level began to clear as they suddenly found the need to be elsewhere.

“I received word that Dimitri Sobolov sought you out for protection.”

A long sigh escaped Brandt, but he only nodded. “Three months ago.”

“Remove the protection,” Rogue told him. It wasn’t a request.

“He has gone to plead his case to Eamon.” Even with the thrum of music pulsing through the club, there was no mistaking the apology in Brandt’s voice. “If I’d known…”

Rogue waved it off. Brandt’s loyalty wasn’t in question. He served the seven. What favors he did for others was his own