Chapter 29 Aerin
AERIN
The walk back to the apartment is wrought with tension. Every step feels like the tick of a bomb whose timer is winding down. The blood-bond in Aerin’s side writhes and squirms, never letting her forget how unhappy it is.
Malice follows a step or two behind Aerin and Emrys, not allowing himself to come into her eyeline. Her skin pricks the same way it always does when he watches her closely. If it wasn’t for the blood-bond making itself known, she could have gone on ignoring it.
Instead, she has to focus on walking as casually as possible, very aware of the cameras posted all over the city, the eyes of a guard or even her father on them. So, Aerin chats and acts as carefree as she can. She babbles to Emrys about different landmarks and locations as they pass.
Emrys seems overwhelmed, confused at times, but he keeps it together. Aerin keeps up the facade, ensuring they won’t have Royal Guards or her brother waiting for them at her apartment door. She doesn’t completely relax until they step inside.
Aerin shows Emrys around briefly, motioning to where food is kept, and which bedroom can be his, if he wants it.
Emrys seems unsure but okay enough. Malice stands stiff as a board by the front door the entire time.
The blood-bond snaps occasionally, but a particularly strong lash has Aerin bringing her eyes to Malice’s.
“Emrys, we have a lot to talk about, but I need to speak with Malice, and I need to rest. You are safe inside this door to shift to whatever form you desire. But beyond this door you must be Fae, at least for now. Do you understand?” Aerin tries for authority, isn’t sure she quite achieves it until he answers.
“Yes, Alpha.”
Emrys uses the moniker without hesitation. Aerin tries not to let her shock show, but so much about this is out of her depth. What she’d done in the woods, forming her own pack, the reality of it hasn’t sunk in.
“I am going to speak with Malice now. Do not disturb us,” she warns. Aerin doesn’t want to consider what might happen if Emrys and Malice come to blows. “I’ll come find you when I am ready to rest,” Aerin says softer this time.
“Yes, Alpha,” Emrys says again. He looks at her with those soft honey brown eyes that make her heart skip a beat, and Aerin smiles softly at him.
The blood-bond snaps again.
Aerin shuts the door behind Malice. His bedroom is cast in the hazy warmth of sunset.
She takes a moment to breathe before turning to face him.
In this light he seems to glow. Aerin can see the blood running through his brown wings, the spots where the muscle meet bone.
Her eyes trace over them until she’s met with a broad shoulder and thickly corded arm.
His hands rest in loose fists, his chest rising more rapidly than it should.
Finally, Aerin lets her gaze drift to his face.
Gods he is handsome. Rugged, menacing, and undeniably beautiful. His ice blue eyes spark with some emotion Aerin can’t read as they trace across her, tracking over her body like he’s looking for something.
Aerin spins the small ring on her index finger nervously.
“You said you needed to speak with me?” She speaks in an almost whisper, a bit scared to shatter whatever is happening between them now.
“Where do I fucking start with you?” Malice snarls, running a hand through his hair.
He takes a breath, and then, he roars, “Everything you did the last few days was so fucking reckless! I am so sick of being blindsided by you! A Wolf?! You could have been killed you know that? That was a mortal fucking wound! You could have—” His strength wanes.
“—in my arms you could have—” His voice cracks. The blood-bond snaps.
“Okay, okay,” Aerin placates. His massive body trembles. Aerin approaches, grabbing his hands and guiding them to her cheeks, his eyes follow. “I’m okay, Malice, I’m healed. Everything is okay,” she whispers.
Malice pulls his hands away roughly, taking a step back.
“Show me,” he demands. There is not an ounce of energy inside of Aerin to argue with him. Instead, she slides off the leggings and t-shirt she wore for the walk home. She stands in only a thong and bralette that barely holds her bust.
Malice’s eyes flash, glowing orange, and Aerin stifles a gasp as he quickly advances.
Malice grabs her at the neck, roughly guiding her backwards until her legs hit the bed, and then farther until she’s laying on it.
Sharp talons tickle her neck and deep huffs come from him. His wings flare as he inspects her.
Reikan seems to have taken over, sniffing at her hair.
He runs the smooth curve of his talons over the points of her ears, across her cheek bones down her jaw.
Back to her neck, his nose follows his talons, bringing his lips dangerously close to her skin.
Aerin erupts in goosebumps as he continues.
Down her right arm first, lifting it and flipping it over in his hands to check the other side.
Aerin lets him. Lets his talons and nose track over her body. She holds herself completely still when he goes over the swells of her breasts. Holds back a gasp when he runs those cool, smooth, talons over her nipples, the only thing separating them thin lace.
He comes to the bright pink scar across her abdomen and runs a talon down the sensitive skin, making her shiver. Reikan’s tongue drags from her navel to her ribs, over the top of the scar, and another shiver rolls through her body.
Aerin grips the bedding underneath her as she begs her body to calm the hell down.
She tries to ignore the wetness pooling in her panties, though it becomes more difficult as he moves down her legs.
First her right. When he makes his way back up, he stops at the apex of her thighs.
His tongue flicks out against his lips, eyes burning a brighter orange when he roughly yanks her thighs apart.
Before she can protest, the smooth side of his talon runs from her damp opening up to her clit.
Aerin’s pussy clenches around nothing and she bites into her lip to stop herself from moaning.
Reikan hums appreciatively. Then the bastard presses his nose against her, over her panties, and inhales deeply.
A rumble comes from his chest that has Aerin’s pussy clenching once more.
His breath against her is hotter than it should be, and all Aerin can think about is his tongue slipping inside of her. Him using it to unravel her.
He pulls away to inspect her left leg and Aerin huffs in annoyance.
She squeaks in surprise when he grips her left ankle and uses it to forcibly turn her over onto her stomach.
But then he is back to it, the smooth backside of his talon running up her leg, followed by the warm huffs of his breath as he sniffs her.
When he reaches the crease where her ass meets her thigh Aerin shudders, unable to hold back her want, her body asking for anything he is willing to give.
The sharp points of his talons graze across her ass cheek.
While Aerin knows he didn’t draw blood, the sting makes her hiss. She’s sure it will leave a mark.
Her hiss of pain is quickly exchanged for a gasping moan when Reikan draws his tongue across the stinging skin, running it up the talon marks. Aerin grips the bedding around her, the pooling in her panties only worsens.
Then Reikan is moving on, instead of paying more attention to her ass or her soaking core, he moves back up her body.
His hot huffs of breath following his cool talons make Aerin’s brain fuzzy.
By the time he stops, he’s fully draped over her, sniffing the back of her neck.
Aerin has no shame when she raises her hips to rub her ass against his groin.
She moans when she feels the massive hard on he is rocking under his pants.
He huffs harder in her ear, before his taloned hand wraps around her right hip and forces her body back down, flush with the bed. His talon tips dig slightly into the delicate skin around her hip bone, and Aerin can’t help but let out a pathetic whine.
“Be good,” the voice that growls out is not Malice’s raspy voice but one with a deeper rumble. The same voice that echoed in her head that day in the forest: Reikan.
As much as Aerin wants to feel that massive cock inside of her, she stills. She doesn’t have a death wish, no matter how horny she is.
The hand on her hip releases as he sits back on his knees.
Aerin attempts to turn herself over so she can look at him, but he’s faster than her.
In a second, he has re-pinned her with a hand over the back of her neck, pressing the side of her face into the comforter.
He slips his other arm under her hips and hoists them into the air, effectively putting her face down ass up with her knees still spread wide around his own.
He adds a bit more pressure to her neck as he murmurs, “Stay,” in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
Aerin doesn’t move a muscle, aside from the clench of her disloyal pussy.
Reikan palms the ass cheek he already marred, massaging it as a means to spread her core open.
He runs the smooth side of a wicked talon from her soaked opening to her clit and back.
Aerin moans, chasing the pressure before the talons on her ass dig in, in warning, and Aerin stills again, clenching her teeth.
She wants to shamelessly rub against him, she wants to beg for his tongue, his cock.
She wants to know what it feels like to have this Dragon ravage her.
Aerin loves Shifters. She loves their grunts, their growls, their roars when they cum. She loves how possessive they are, how dominant, how strong, how rough. And if a Jaguar could give her an orgasm that makes her feel like her soul has left her body, what can this Dragon do?
She aches: her nipples, her clit, and most of all her core. She aches for him.