The Villains Must Win-Chapter 111: (+18) Valerian Cross 31

[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]

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Valerian jolted awake as a deep rumble of thunder shook the sky. His heart pounded in his chest, instincts screaming that he had overslept.

His hand shot to his belt as he glanced at his watch, and a sharp breath left his lips when he saw the time—he had been asleep for at least four hours.

Damn it.

He cursed under his breath and made to rise, but the moment he shifted, he felt a gentle weight against his shoulder. Confused, he turned his head—and his breath hitched.

Evelyn.

She was curled up beside him, her body relaxed in sleep, her head resting lightly against him. The rain drummed steadily against the earth outside, casting a silvery sheen over her sleeping form. In the dim glow of the moon, her white lashes rested delicately against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed evenly. Strands of her white hair, damp from the misty air, clung to her skin, catching the faint light like spun silk.

For a moment, all his worries—his sister, the castle, the looming danger of the vampires—faded into the background.

He had never truly looked at Evelyn before. Not like this.

She was beautiful. Not just in the obvious way that men might admire from afar, but in a way that made something deep in his chest tighten. Even in sleep, she carried a quiet strength, yet there was a vulnerability in the way she had unknowingly leaned into him, trusting him enough to let her guard down.

Valerian swallowed hard.

This was dangerous.

He wasn’t supposed to care.

He wasn’t supposed to feel his heartbeat stutter at the sight of her curled up against him, wasn’t supposed to have the sudden urge to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. And yet, he found himself frozen, unable to move—not because of duty or exhaustion, but because, for the first time in a long time, he wanted to stay like this.

To keep her close.

To protect her.

A bitter smile tugged at his lips. He knew what this was.

He was beginning to like her.

And that realization was far more terrifying than any vampire lurking in the dark.

Valerian clenched his jaw, trying to shake the thought away, but it was futile.

As if sensing his gaze, Evelyn stirred, letting out a soft groan as she stretched, her back arching slightly.

"What?" she muttered sleepily, rubbing her eyes. "Why are you staring at me like you want to eat me?"

Valerian stiffened, immediately turning his gaze elsewhere. "I wasn’t."

Evelyn grinned, sitting up as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, I get it."

Before he could question her, she moved closer, her breath warm against his skin. His muscles locked in place as her fingers brushed against his crotch, a slow, deliberate touch that sent a sharp current of awareness through his body.

"What the hell are you doing?" His voice was strained, his control hanging by a thread.

Evelyn’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "What do you think I’m doing?" she whispered, her voice sultry, teasing.

"This isn’t the time for games," Valerian growled, though he made no move to stop her.

She only chuckled. "Exactly. That’s why I’m not playing." Her fingers traced a slow, tantalizing path along his chest before drifting lower. "You need this. We both do. A little release before we march into hell."

Valerian swallowed hard. He should push her away. He should remind her that they were in the middle of enemy territory, that there were far more pressing matters at hand.

But when she leaned in, her lips brushing against his jaw, all logical thoughts crumbled.

The storm outside raged on, but in that moment, all he could feel was her.

And gods help him, he wanted more.

Evelyn’s fingers wrapped firmly around Valerian, her grip teasing yet confident as she traced along his pulsating cock, her touch both electrifying and pleasurable.

A slow grin curled her lips as she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"You’re staring at me like you want to devour me," she murmured, her voice thick with amusement and something darker, something more enticing.

Valerian clenched his jaw, fighting the heat rising in his blood. "Evelyn, this isn’t—"

Before he could finish, her lips brushed against him in the faintest of kisses, her gaze never leaving his. A flicker of fire burned in those ashen, knowing eyes, a challenge laced with mischief and seduction.

His breath hitched as she ran her tongue along his skin, her movements slow, savoring the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. He wanted to stop her, to regain control—but gods, she was intoxicating. The way she moved, the way she toyed with him, made his restraint unravel one thread at a time.

"You’ve been wound too tight," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his abdomen, her lips leaving a trail of heat. "You need this, Valerian."

His hands twitched at his sides, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. Every nerve in his body screamed for her, and the storm outside only made the moment more intoxicating—the darkness, the rain, the crack of thunder in the distance. It was madness. It was reckless. And yet, when she took him in, all thoughts vanished in a haze of raw pleasure.

His head tipped back against the tree, his breath unsteady, and for the first time in days, his mind quieted. All that remained was her—Evelyn, wicked and beautiful, undoing him in the most exquisite way possible.

Evelyn’s lips parted as she took him in deeper, her tongue tracing every ridge and vein with an aching slowness that made Valerian’s breath hitch. His fingers clenched the rough bark behind him, his knuckles turning white as he fought against the raw pleasure surging through his veins. The warm suction of her mouth, the soft hum she let out as she worked him—every sensation burned into him like a curse he never wanted to be freed from.

His body betrayed him, hips jerking slightly, chasing the molten heat of her mouth as she swallowed around him.

Evelyn’s nails scraped lightly against his thighs, a silent taunt, a reminder that she was the one in control despite the darkness that surrounded them. The rain drummed softly outside their hidden sanctuary, but Valerian could hear nothing past the rush of blood in his ears and the slick, sinful sounds of her devotion.