Pretty When She Kills (Pretty When She Dies #2)(63)

A burst of laughter erupting from her lips surprised Amaliya. “I’ve never been accused of that!”

Cian appeared amused. “No, you’re not. And our lives are not ever going to be simple. I hid myself in the shadow of The Summoner for a very long time. Vampires did not dare come against me while he lived. Now we will have to deal with them and perhaps other creatures now that he is gone. He was a curse and a blessing. In many ways, he was my salvation when he was alive. His mere existence kept me safe.”

Amaliya narrowed her eyes. “Oh, my God! This is such a guy thing! You’re wanting to show everyone you can stand on your own two feet, aren’t you? Prove that you’re a badass without Daddy watching over you!”

Amaliya knew she was onto the truth when Cian averted his face and studiously scrubbed his chest.

“You’re such a f*ckin’ man!” Amaliya shook her head, her wet hair sliding over her skin.

“If we prove ourselves to the others, they will think twice before coming against us. Let Rachon come. I’m older and stronger than she is.”

“But she controls Louisiana,” Amaliya said. “Doesn’t that make her stronger?”

“She has many minions under her. That is where I failed.” Cian frowned as he ducked his head under the water again.

“You didn’t build a cabal.”

“And she did. But I am stronger than she is. She knows it. I suspect that’s why she has Bianca now, to strengthen her base of power.”

“Like you’re using me to strengthen yours,” Amaliya said with a tiny bit of bitterness. She knew her presence at Cian’s side strengthened his status in the world of the vampires. It annoyed her.

Cian plucked at her bottom lip with one finger. “You know you’re more than that.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Amaliya cocked her head. “Oh, yeah?”

Resting his hands against the wall just over her shoulders, he leaned toward her. His eyes were so intense she had to force herself to stare into them. Sometimes it was difficult to meet his gaze. Maybe it was his vampiric power, but whenever he looked into her eyes, she felt as though she was connected to the very core of his being, drowning in him.

“What’s the point of living forever if you have no one to share it with? What’s the point of fighting to survive against all sorts of monsters if you’re alone? Life is not worth living when you have none to love. I have lived so many different lives since the night I died. I lived for vengeance, for power, for money, for lust. When all those grew stale and empty, I tried to be human again and failed.”

Overwhelmed by the emotion in his words and the intensity of his eyes, Amaliya averted her eyes. He caught her chin, lifting it. Unsteady, she met his gaze.

“You restored me, Amaliya,” Cian said, his voice thick with his accent and emotion. “I’ll fight to protect what we have.”

The love she saw in his eyes banished all thoughts of The Summoner and his cruelty. Sliding her arms around his waist, she pressed her body against him, her mouth catching his in a searing kiss. The coppery taste of blood was on his tongue and lips and it made her hungrier for him. Pressing her against the cold tiles, Cian met her passionate kiss with equal desire. His sharp teeth grazed her tongue and fresh blood spilled into their kiss.

All thoughts of death washed away in the flood of her love for him. Tangling her fingers in his wet hair, she drew his head back to bite into his throat. Simultaneously, he pushed her thighs apart and slid into her. His blood filled her mouth and tangled her even deeper into his fiery power. It was flooding her, filling her, strengthening her, and binding her to him.

Gasping, her fangs released the hold on his flesh. Cian gripped her hair and bit into her neck. Her power swirled out to meet his when their blood mingled together in his vampire kiss. Her lover’s fingers slid over her wet skin as he lifted one of her legs, thrusting harder into her.

Pleasure and pain built inside of her as their power continued to burn over her flesh. She could almost see the swirling colors of their power against the backdrop of her closed eyes. The blackness of her power mingled with his fiery aura when they reached the peak of their pleasure. Cian ground himself into her while she scored his back with her nails, eliciting a low moan from him. His tongue trailed over her lips and she shuddered with pleasure. The pulse of his cock inside of her as he orgasmed forced a growl out of him that sent a shiver through her.

“Fuck,” she whispered against his lips.

Kissing her, he slid his fingers between them. “Come for me.”

“You’re an *,” Amaliya gasped.

Cian chuckled and pinned her to the wall, relentlessly stroking her.

The doorbell rang.

Amaliya gripped Cian’s wrist. “Eduardo is here.”

“Let him wait,” Cian ordered watching her face.

With a gasp, she felt her climax wash over her, rippling like a great wave as their combined power slammed into her. Her eyes rolled as she collapsed against Cian. Unexpectedly, he was inside of her not only physically, but supernaturally. She could feel his overwhelming love and desire for her, his strength, his determination, and his need. It was almost too much to bear on top of the powerful jolts of her orgasm.

Kissing her deeply, Cian held her until the wave of power ebbed away leaving her trembling in its wake.

“What did you do?” Amaliya gasped.