Chapter Thirteen
Riven's POV
We didn't speak again after the deal was made.
We fought.
Together.
And gods… we were beautiful.
Lior moved like fire wild and destructive. I was the blade precise and merciless. Together, we were unstoppable. The ancient vampire tried to scatter us, separate us. He didn't stand a chance.
I distracted him with a blade through the ribs Lior slid in behind and ripped through his heart with a whisper of ancient language I didn't understand. The creature screamed, thrashing, clawing at the air before disintegrating into ash between us.
We stood there covered in blood. Panting. Staring at each other like we hadn't just survived… but set something inside us free.
Lior stepped close, grabbing the collar of my cloak. "You made a deal, Bloodbound."
I didn't speak.
Didn't fight.
I just let him take my hand and pull me through the shadows.
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We landed in his private hideout hidden somewhere between dimensions. The walls were black stone. The floor warm. Candles flickered in the corners.
My chest was still heaving. My blade was sheathed.
Lior turned to face me, smirk soft and dangerous. "One night."
"One night," I whispered, knowing I was already ruined.
He didn't kiss me at first.
He undressed me.
Slowly. Fingers brushing my skin like he owned it. His gaze roamed every scar, every bruise, every inch of bare flesh he exposed. My shirt dropped. Then my belt. My pants. My pride.
His hand slid over the bulge in my underwear. I gasped.
"Already hard for me?" he murmured.
"Shut up."
He grinned. "You want to hate me, but your cock's begging me."
He tugged my underwear down slowly, freeing me already throbbing. He dragged his fingers along my shaft, slow and light, watching me twitch.
"Tell me you don't want this."
I couldn't.
Instead, I dropped to my knees.
"Fuck," he breathed.
He undid his belt, pulled out his cock, thick and hard and already leaking.
"Open."
I wrapped my lips around him, taking him in slowly, my tongue teasing under the tip. He groaned, one hand sliding into my hair, gripping tightly.
"That's it. Just like that," he hissed. "So obedient. I should've fucked your throat the first time you said my name."
He rocked his hips forward, deeper, letting his cock slide along my tongue, hitting the back of my throat.
"Fuck yes, take it. Choke on it, Riven. Let me hear those little sounds."
I gagged slightly but didn't pull back. His moans above me were pure filth low, breathless, raw.
"You look so pretty with your mouth full of me," he whispered, biting his lip. "I could come just from this."
But he didn't.
He pulled me off and yanked me up. His mouth crashed into mine messy, teeth clashing, his taste still on my tongue. I melted into it, hips grinding against his.
"Bed," he growled.
He bent me over it, one hand pressing into my lower back. His other hand teased between my legs, stroking me slowly while he rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance.
"You still hate me?" he whispered.
"Yes," I panted.
"Good. Hate me while I stretch you open."
He pushed in, slowly, inch by inch. I moaned long and raw as he filled me. My hands clawed at the sheets.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"
"Lior..." I gasped, hips bucking as he bottomed out.
"Say it again."
"Lior—fuck!"
He started to move, slow and deep, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body.
"You like when I take my time with you?" he teased, thrusting hard. "Or do you want me to fuck you like you're mine?"
"Faster," I begged. "Don't stop."
"Oh, now you're begging? Look at you. All that warrior pride, and now you're whining under me."
He slammed into me harder, faster, until the bed creaked beneath us. My moans grew louder, desperate.
"Fuck—right there—" I gasped.
"You gonna come like this?" he growled. "Bent over, stuffed full of my cock?"
"Yes—fuck—I'm close—"
He reached under me, stroking my cock while he kept thrusting, never slowing.
"Come for me, Riven," he hissed into my ear. "Be mine. Now."
I exploded shaking, crying out his name, cock twitching as I spilled across the sheets.
And he wasn't far behind.
"Fuck—Riven—" he groaned as he buried himself inside me, pulsing deep, filling me until I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
We collapsed.
Sweaty. Breathing hard. Broken open.
Lior curled around me from behind, lips against my neck.
"One night," I whispered.
He didn't reply. Just kissed my shoulder like a promise.
And I knew…
This wasn't over.
Not even close.