“I am in your service, Ceyla Sabourin.” His voice was breathy and uneven, which made my pulse race.
I sank my fangs deeply into his flesh and welcomed the sweet taste of his blood on my tongue. I nicked his collarbone to claim him and drank enough to complete the ritual though my stomach craved more. I released him and unbuttoned my torn skirt. His eyes watched it fall to the floor before slowly taking in the sight of my body.
Running my claws down his cheek, he hissed. “Are you ready for me, Landon?”
With one nod, his pent up desire was unleashed. He quickly stripped the panties from my body and gripped the backs of my thighs as he stood, lifting me in one swift motion. His tongue licked across my lip as a sign of submission and a pledge to fulfill my needs.
He placed me on the metal table and spread my thighs wide as he released himself from his black trousers. Thrilled to see his enormous cock ready for me, I leaned back and closed my eyes so that I could fully enjoy his hard body sliding into me. Groaning, I held onto the table to keep from falling apart while he rode me fast and hard.
I’d never been with anyone who cared about my needs and wants, so I was surprised when I felt him shift my bra and take my nipple into his mouth. I nearly lost control, but I bit my lip and clung to the back of his head.
His hips found the perfect rhythm to set my body on fire. When I felt Landon lift me off the table, my eyes flew open in surprise. His hands held me in place as he drove in and out of me. Holding onto his broad shoulders, I stared into his eyes. I’d never experienced anything as intimate or fulfilling as his possessive eyes watching me shake from the intense pleasure building deep inside me. I came so hard that I accidentally dug my claws into his back.
He shuddered and shook before throwing back his head and letting out a deep growl. He smiled as he carefully put me on the ground. “I swear that I will worship you properly when we have more time to ourselves. I know I can do better next time.”
Laughing, I placed a kiss on his chest. “I don’t think I would be able to walk again if you worshipped me more fully than that.”
He chuckled and kissed the back of my hand. “I’m happy to hear that I pleased you.”
My smile faded when I remembered the trouble I was in. “Landon, I don’t want you to tell anyone about us. You were obviously right about Wesling putting pressure on me by offering rewards to anyone willing to attack me. Adriel and his men were nowhere in sight during the fight. If Wesling thinks that she can break me, she’ll come at me from every possible angle. I need you to stay in the shadows so that you can continue to spy on her. You have to find out what she’s planning.”
Frowning, he ran his hand down my neck. “I want the world to know that I belong to you, but if you want us to continue as we were before I will oblige.”
“Good. I need to gain more supporters while we figure out how to escape.” I traced the scar on his chest. “We are in this together, Landon. You’re not alone anymore.”
“Neither are you, Ceyla.” He kissed my forehead and smiled at me. “Now, you need to knock me out.”
Chapter Six
“You have one last chance to open this door and come along peacefully.” Adriel’s muted voice threatened me through the thick door.
Something heavy banged against the door again, rattling the hinges. One more hit and the door would give way.
Landon, naked and passed out on the floor, was covered in his own blood from the various claw and bite marks from our supposed fight. I too was covered in wounds so that no one questioned Landon’s loyalties. My ripped clothing was sort of in place, though much of me was still exposed.
The door finally gave way and landed in front of my feet. I crouched down, prepared to fight Adriel’s goons, though I wasn’t given the chance. Three stun batons hit me at the same time, sending me into shock. Thankfully, I didn’t lose consciousness, but I was unable to move.
Adriel’s face appeared above mine. “Wesling wants to talk to you.” His sneering smile concerned me, but I clung to the truth that the Mielcareks didn’t want me dead.
Paraded down the hallway once more, I noticed more eyes watching me than before. I was positive I was seeing things in my daze, but I thought I saw a few looks of respect, or perhaps fear, on some of the student’s faces. I wondered if my battle with Silas had convinced a few more people that I wasn’t going to submit to Wesling.
My body fell into Wesling’s guest chair as Adriel stepped away.
Wesling stood behind her desk and smiled at me. “You’ve had an interesting day. I’m not sure what prompted you to attack my students, but this act of brutality will not go unpunished. I can’t have you threatening the students whenever you lose your temper. Poor Silas is in the infirmary after your little
