Bonds of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 7) by Bella Klaus (reading e books .txt) 📕

said their methods for dealing with Kresnik and you were bullshit.”

Valentine nodded. “I expected no less from such a steadfast friend.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Have you seen the way he treats women?”

“Like he’s the alpha and they exist to serve him?” He raised his brows.

“Pretty much,” I muttered.

“You should have seen the way the Shifter Queen from last century treated males.” He smoothed the hair off my face, tucking the wet strands behind my ear.

I rolled my eyes. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to bring up Lydia’s plight. Our enemies seemed to increase with each passing hour, and the dire fate of Great Britain was worsening the longer we allowed Kresnik to brainwash the humans, but I wouldn’t forget the downtrodden young woman I’d met in the hideout.

“Loyalty means everything to me.” Valentine pressed a kiss on my temple, my cheekbone, and my jaw. His kisses continued down the column of my neck, and one of his large hands cupped my breast. “I’d like to show you how much I appreciate my beautiful and devoted mate.”

Heat gathered between my legs. I pressed my thighs together and tried giving him a firm shove, but it was like trying to shift a tree. “Valentine,” I hissed. “You’re forgetting why I came.”

“Not yet.” His deep chuckle made my cheeks burn. I’d just made an innuendo.

Each press of Valentine’s lips burned me hotter than the shower. I bit down on my bottom lip, squeezing my eyes shut, and leaned against the wall tiles.

Maybe I’d rushed my explanation and had failed to communicate to Valentine the importance of this prison break. As much as I enjoyed his attention, I couldn’t stand here letting him distract me when we needed to finalize a way to end Kresnik.

“Wait.” My voice shook. “There’s so much we need to do—”

“Let me give you pleasure,” he moaned as he engulfed my nipple in his hot mouth.

I clenched my teeth. Why did he have to use that combination of words and voice on me when I was already weak to his charm?

He licked and sucked and flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. I breathed hard, rocking forward with each exhale, and clutched at his shoulders.

We had to stop this. Right now, before my resolve melted and we spent the rest of the morning making love while Valentine’s enemies plotted against him and the world burned under the fires of Kresnik.

“Valentine,” I whispered.

“It won’t take long.”

As his fingers trailed down my belly and settled between my legs, every thought of resisting Valentine slid down the drain.

He was cheating, but I no longer cared. Valentine released my nipple with a pop and kissed a hungry path to my clit. I arched my back, shuddering with anticipation, and parted my thighs.

“You look good enough to eat.” His tongue darted out to meet my pulsing clit, making my legs tremble.

My knees buckled together, and I clung to the sides of his head. “If you keep doing that, I’ll collapse.”

“Then I’d better make you comfortable.” Valentine positioned me in the corner, hooking my left thigh over his shoulder.

I braced my palms against the wall as he raised my right leg into position, so my back lay braced against the ceramic tiles with the bulk of my weight resting on his body.

“Better?” he asked.

“Ummm… Yes?”

He drew back a few inches, letting me slide down with my hips angled toward his face. My breath quickened into feverish pants. He was really doing this—going down on me in a prison shower.

His tongue flicked out again, this time making a slow ascent from the base of my clit until it reached the peak. My entire skull pounded, and blood roared between my ears. At that moment, I felt every taste bud of Valentine’s tongue sliding over my pulsing bundle of nerves.

“That feels so good,” I said with a whimper.

His tongue slid down the other side of my clit and swirled around it at a mind-bendingly languid pace. “You want more?”

“More than anything.”

He swiped his tongue down the entire length of my slit, settling at my hungry opening, where he slid inside me with an intensity that made white stars explode behind my eyes.

I screamed, my thighs clamping around his head, and threaded my fingers into his hair.

Valentine chuckled. “Innamorata, relax.”

“How can I when you keep doing things like that?” I said through panting breaths.

He slid his tongue out of my core, taking mercy on me for a moment before the clever organ returned to my clit. With the most delicate strokes, he glided over my clit, my folds, and circled my opening, building me up to the point where I longed for more.

Bucking my hips, I signaled for him to go faster, harder, but he took control of my pleasure, running his tongue up and down my clit with slow and even licks.

“I love feeling you fall apart at my touch,” he murmured, flicking his tongue over my nub.

“Valentine,” I moaned, unable to form sentences.

His strokes quickened, sending lightning bolts of ecstasy down my thighs, up my belly, and into my core. I jerked and spasmed as though electrocuted by the pleasure building and building, making me thrash against the ceramic tiles, wondering if this was the day I finally exploded under his touch.

Valentine’s relentless tongue kept me weak and groaning and panting, helpless to do anything but submit. I was lost. Lost in the sensations, lost in rapture, lost in the beat of the water against my skin, the vibrations of his pleasured moans, and in the heat of his breath.

Just as I thought I might faint from the onslaught, a blunt fingertip circled my entrance with a jolt of pleasure that made my core muscles clench.

“Please,” I moaned, needing it, wanting it, hungering for more.

Valentine’s middle finger slid inside me, accompanied by his index, breaching my clamping walls with the most delicious stretch.

My muscles clamped hard around his digits, but he scissored them, easing me open. As