Fifty-Nine
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Cameron
X avier and I landed outside the council hall and walked up the main
staircase to the second floor.
“It could have been worse,” Xavier said, echoing my thoughts.
I shoved my hands further into my pockets. “Oh yes, let’s allow her to get beat up some more while we pretend a whole clan of vampires didn’t sneak by us.”
“He said it was supposed to work.” Xavier shrugged. “We have to help as much as we can.”
I stopped at the top of the stairs, one hand gripping the thick cream- colored banister. The halls were empty. It was well past sunset, and the moon hung high in the sky.
“I know. It’s just that it feels different. Don’t you feel it? Like we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Xavier chuckled, folding his arms. “You have been hanging out with Logan too much. You have picked up some interesting expressions from Onuna.”
“Maybe, but am I wrong? You feel it, too, right?”
Xavier picked at the side of his lip and nodded. “Yes.”
I pushed off the banister. “See, I’m not crazy.”
“Hey, I never said that.”
I lunged, wrapping my arm around his neck and bending him forward.
Xavier’s laugh echoed off the walls. It would always be my favorite sound.
I grinned as he tried and failed several times to make me release him.
“You still suck at this,” I joked.
He twisted, trying to flip me off him, and grunted, “Or you just go for the low blow.”
He was right. I knew his left side was weaker, but he also just sucked at grappling. Give him those circular twin death blades, though, and he was
unstoppable.
“Is it done? Did it work?”
Roccurem’s voice came out of nowhere, startling us both. We broke apart, and Xavier coughed and straightened the front of his shirt as I took a step back.
“Gods above, Roccurem, a bell, wear it,” I snapped, my heart racing. I blamed it on the fate that appeared out of thin air and nothing else. Nothing more. “And I don’t know. We got our asses handed to us, and we left, so
you tell me. You’re the fate.”
Roccurem only waited, his face blank.
“You also didn’t mention an entire vampire coven showing up,” Xavier
said, folding his arms over his.
“It was necessary.”
Xavier scoffed. “Yeah, necessary. As in, we’re probably dead when Samkiel returns.”
“We wouldn’t have let it go so far, but someone,” I glared at Roccurem, “insisted.”
Roccurem’s six opaque eyes opened, and he gazed into the distance. “It is a delicate task to heal a heart so damaged and broken. I am afraid that even with all of Samkiel’s powers, Kaden may have succeeded quite thoroughly in his plan to tear them apart. It is still not enough. I will have to intervene a little further.”
“Intervene further?” I asked. “What have you already done?”
Roccurem disappeared in a cloud of dust and stars without answering my question.
I ran a hand through my hair. “What does that even mean?”
Xavier shook his head, staring at where Roccurem had stood. “I don’t know. Fates were always tricky. I think it’s cool we even get to see him up close.”
My lips quirked. “Yeah, I just don’t remember the fates being creepy as shit in all the stories.”
Xavier sighed. “It went too far, didn’t it?” He kicked at the flooring, scraping the toe of his shoe along the stone. A nervous tic he has had since
the day I met him.
“You’re worried about her?”
“Yeah. I hope she’s okay. I kind of like her. She’s fun.”
“Yeah, me too. Do you think Samkiel will hate us?” I asked.
Xavier shrugged. “Who’s to say? Roccurem makes it seem like it is a matter of life or death that they are together, but as you said, I have this weird feeling.”
I nodded. I knew all too well. My senses had been in overdrive as if something was coming for us, but I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.
“I feel like I’m being edged.”
“What?” Xavier snorted.
“I feel like we are all on the cusp of something, waiting to explode, only it’s not coming.”
Xavier shook his head. “Of course, that would be your way of wording it.”
Xavier’s pocket buzzed, startling us both. He checked his phone and smiled before tucking it away.
“I must go, but I will see you in the morning unless Samkiel decides to kill us tonight.”
I knew who had called and where he was going. The knowledge hit my stomach like acid.
“Yeah.” I forced a smile. “See you then.”
Then he was gone, his bright blue light disappearing, leaving me alone in the hall.
I tucked my hands in my pockets and headed toward the sleeping corridor, trying to ignore the demons taunting me with images of where Xavier was. I stopped and swallowed hard. The idea of lying in bed alone with my thoughts made my stomach turn. Maybe I would go reorganize Elianna’s paperwork backward. At least, that would bring me some joy.
In a pop of light, I was two floors up. I ignored the scenes of battles and famous warriors carved into the walls, striding toward Elianna’s office. The heavy door swung open smoothly, and I stepped inside. Elianna’s head was lowered, her hand supporting her forehead as she wrote.
“Of course, you’d be in here,” I said with a sigh.
Elianna’s head popped up, and she quickly slid another page over what she had been working on. Her office screamed ‘I need attention’ with the gold and cream stone floor, the oversized desk, and the floor-to-ceiling
bookshelves behind her. She had an assortment of large and small plants in intricate pots. Then there was that gaudy mirror in the corner of the room, a testimony to the vanity of the red-headed counselor.
“What are you doing?” She raised her hand. “Actually, don’t answer that. You stink of mortal liquor.”
I grinned and kicked the door closed behind me.
“It’s called having a life, Elli. You should look into it.”
“Don’t call me that.” She sneered at me, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear and returning to her notes.
“Why? You like it.”
She glared at me. “No, I don’t.”
“What are you doing up so late, anyway? Everyone you want to bully is asleep,” I said, tugging at a long green arrangement of vines spilling from a
pot.
“Go away.”
I ignored her and moved closer, leaning over her desk to see what she was writing. She caught my eye and slammed a hand down over the papers, moving them closer to her.
I lifted a brow and grinned. “I’m bored.”
She glared at me from under thick eyelashes. “And what does that have
to do with me?”
“Do you want to make me less bored?”
A slight flush bloomed on her ivory cheeks. “No,” she said, standing up
and glancing toward the door.
“I already shut—”
Elianna’s mouth slammed against mine. I caught her small form and lifted her, pressing her flush against me. Her lips parted on a gasp, and my tongue claimed her mouth. I tangled my fingers into her silky hair and tipped her head, holding her at the perfect angle to deepen the kiss. Her hands slid beneath my shirt, roaming over my skin and teasing at the waistband of my pants. I shivered and bit her lower lip when she ripped the buttons open and slipped her hand inside. She pulled my cock out with practiced ease, her grip rough as she stroked me, forcing a groan from my throat. Her lips left mine, her breath hot as she kissed down the column of my throat. I tipped my head back, giving her access. Her hands pumped faster, nipping and biting at my chest and lower.
“Fuck, Elli!” I hissed as her mouth wrapped around my cock. Her tongue scraped over the head and slid lower, sliding over the piercing along the underside. I gripped the side of her desk with one hand, the other cupping her head. Every pull, every tug, sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body. Elianna may be a self-righteous bitch, but she could suck cock like a goddess when she wanted to.
My stomach clenched, and I fisted her hair as she damn near swallowed me whole. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing out as she moaned, her soft, lush lips stretched tight around my shaft. Her eyes flicked up as I forced my cock in further, hitting the back of her throat. I looked down at her, even as my mind whispered and dreamed of another. The thought alone almost had me spilling down her throat. She made a soft noise of protest as I pulled back, my cock leaving her mouth with a pop.
I grabbed her by the waist and spun, slamming her onto the desk.
I gripped her knees, pushing her legs wide. The edge of her council robes parted, revealing her pale, toned thighs. I pulled her ass to the edge of the desk and sank to my knees.
“It’s so much easier when you wear the robes,” I murmured, running a single finger up and down her center, teasing her.
“Be quiet.” She groaned.
“Naughty, counselor, not wearing anything underneath your robes. Tsk, tsk.”
Her cheeks turned pink as she glared down at me. “I hate you.”
I chuckled and covered her sex with my mouth. I laid my tongue flat against her slit and lapped up to her clit in one long, slow stroke before slipping a single finger into her. Her back arched, and she writhed as I licked and sucked at the small sensitive bundle of nerves again before adding another finger. She gasped and jerked, pulling her knees higher and grabbing her breast. Her eyes closed so tight her brows almost connected as she chased her pleasure. I wondered who she imagined every time we indulged in our little trysts like this. Both of us knew we only used the other.
My tongue lapped at her clit, flicking the way she liked. Elianna’s hands clasped my hair, pulling me against her. I groaned at the taste of her pleasure. She may be a calculating bitch, but her pussy was damn near divine.
“Oh, my—” She gasped and ripped at my hair. “Yes!”
I yanked my face from between her legs and ripped the fabric from her breasts. My mouth clamped on one tight nipple, sucking and biting before releasing it, leaving it a darker shade of pink as my fingers continued to pump inside her. She moaned as I reclaimed her mouth, clawing at my shoulders.
I pulled away long enough to unfasten and push my pants down a bit more. I gripped my cock, placing it where my fingers had been mere seconds ago, and thrust deep. Elianna screamed, and her eyes went wide.
Her grip on my shirt tightened, and I heard the fabric rip.
“This means nothing,” she said on a low moan.
“Obviously.”
I groaned as she lifted her hips, meeting my second thrust and allowing my cock to sink deeper. Her pussy gripped me so hard I nipped at her neck and chin. My hand cupping her jaw painfully tight, I thrust forward. The desk, even embedded into the floor, groaned from the force.
Don’t think about him.
Don’t think about him.
Don’t think about him.
He’s probably doing the same exact thing.
Just forget.
She clawed at my arms and shoulders. Papers flew, and the desk creaked as I fucked her into it.
“I hate you,” she gasped and moaned, squeezing around me. “But you feel so good.”
“Perfect,” I groaned and nodded. I stood up and yanked her closer, driving harder into her. “Now, stop running.”
Elianna reared up, grabbing my shoulders, pissed at my accusation. She bounced even harder. We found a rhythm that had her digging her nails into my shoulders. I slipped a hand between us and thumbed her clit, her pussy rippling around my cock in response. Her head lulled back as I continued to circle the small bundle of nerves until she clenched so hard around me that she almost broke me in half. The tingle started at the base of my spine seconds before I spilled inside her, my cock pulsing.
We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breaths. That’s the way it was with us, only an excuse to forget the damn world, and that was it. A release for both of us, even when I thought about someone I had no business thinking of.
“You ruined my desk,” she breathed against my lips. And I definitely
had.
“Not the first time.”
She panted and pulled back to look at me. “Do you want to come
upstairs with me tonight?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Come on. I’m stressed, and I need more,” Elianna practically purred, running her hands down my arms and back. “I’ll do that thing you like.”
That got my attention, but not the way she wanted. “Stressed about what?”
She sighed, her beautiful eyes narrowing. “Yes or no, Cameron. It’s not like you have anyone waiting on you, anyway.”
I didn’t know if she meant that for her or me by her tone. I should tell her where she could shove her comment and leave her to clean up her office, but a part of me didn’t want to be alone tonight.
She caught my hesitation and smiled.
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