Chapter 33 #3
Rykr wasted no time pulling me into his arms once again.
“Fuck,” he breathed, heavily. “I want you, Seren.” Our mouths collided, and he pushed me back against the pillows, pinning my arms above my head with a strong hand.
His other hand smoothed down to my breasts, and he dragged his lips away from my mouth, down my neck, then lower still.
His lips enclosed one nipple, his hand palming my breast. My back arched as he drew my nipple into his mouth, his tongue sweeping over the hardened peak. A low moan came from my throat, and my core ached for him.
I needed more. So much more.
I gasped, my senses swimming. “Aren’t you afraid I might lose control again?”
“I’m willing to take my chances dying if it means doing this,” Rykr growled, his mouth returning to my breast.
“Rykr, fuck, yes. I-I need—”
I gasped as he moved from one breast to the other. “What do you need, solwyn?” His breath was warm on my other nipple, then he took it into his mouth.
My body dissolved into an explosion of bliss.
Think clearly. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a quiet warning bell had begun ringing. I wanted to drown it before it was too late.
“Gods. You. Please …”
Rykr’s lips dropped to my jawline, the scruff of his face rough against my cheek, eliciting a shiver from me. “Are you sure?” he asked as his mouth caressed the side of my neck. “Remember what the Seidr said?”
Damn that fucking Seidr. Right now, prophecy and potential death seemed remote, ridiculous possibilities. What I needed and wanted was right here, in front of me. And I might never forgive myself if we stopped now.
“Fuck that. We might die tomorrow. I need you …” I turned my face toward his, seeking his lips, which he gave me without hesitation. His mouth was like drinking from the most delicious, heady wine imaginable, and I wanted all of him. “Inside me. Now.”
“I like it when you order me around.” Rykr’s arm wrapped around my waist, while the other dipped lower. His fingers brushed through the tangle of curls between my legs, then found my clit. A slow circle. I moaned, pushing myself against his hand while reaching for his cock.
As my fingers wrapped around the thickness of his length, his hand dipped lower still. I was soaked and slick for him and he pushed one finger deep inside me, my thighs clenching together reflexively. “Please …” The pleasure of his finger inside me was driving me wild.
“I will, my love. I’ll fill you deeply until every inch of me is inside you and fuck you until we can barely walk. But I like to take my time.” His hand pulled back, then two fingers impaled me. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Rykr, please.” Desperately, my hand glided against his length, hoping to tempt him into needing me as much as I needed him right now.
Maybe it was my body recognizing that part of my soul I’d given him, but this wasn’t like anything else I’d ever experienced. My need for him tempted to tip over into something feral and uncontrollable.
I squeezed his cock.
“Fuck me, yes. Do that.” He wet his lips, then slipped his other hand down, his fingertips finding my clit again. Slow circles gradually became faster, jolting me, my hips arching into his hands.
I could barely think straight, let alone concentrate on pumping his shaft the way he deserved, and I released a moan, my body trembling, pushing harder against him as he thrust with his fingers.
My head spun with molten desire. “So good …”
Then Rykr knelt on the bed by my feet. His eyes were heated with desire as he pushed my knees apart, baring me completely to his view.
The way he looked at me.
Please. “I want your mouth on me if you won’t give me your cock.”
He smiled, then slid his hands up my calves, slowly, savoring every second. As his hands slipped onto the backs of my thighs, my body twitched with need. I was dripping wet all over the bed and he could see how slick I was, practically trembling for him.
He draped my legs over his shoulders, then trailed a slow kiss up the inside of my thigh, taunting me as he came tantalizingly close to my entrance. I sucked in a breath, waiting—dammit, Rykr—and he chuckled, then dragged those lips down the inside of my other thigh.
“You’re a tease, Lirien,” I growled impatiently, resting my hands back against the rough surface of the wooden headboard. Goosebumps had risen on my legs from the feeling of his lips, and I shuddered with delight.
“When you get to taste perfection for the first time, you don’t swallow it down without appreciating it, my impatient little wife.”
The words caused another moan, then his mouth dropped between my legs.
A soft, inelegant, “Ohhhhhh …” left my lips.
His lips nuzzled my clit, a soft rub, then a flick of his tongue against it, sending my hands into his hair, dragging him closer. An enticing circle of his tongue made me ache.
Wife.
Was I his wife?
Did Rykr see me that way, or did he just enjoy teasing me?
This felt too sinfully delicious to be lawful.
And the rather inconvenient fact remained that, while I’d pledged him the protection of my body, given him a piece of my soul, and promised him my life—he’d pledged nothing to me in return.
But right now, I would trade every promise just to have Rykr fuck me with his mouth and make me come against his lips.
I barely felt as though I’d survive the feeling of Rykr’s mouth against me, his tongue pushing inside me, his slow, generous kisses against my clit.
Giving me everything I needed. Taking nothing in return but the pleasure it gave him to be an unbelievably unselfish lover.
Wanton, demanding lust poured through me as my hips arched against his mouth, the strokes of his tongue against me bringing me closer to the edge. His fingers slipped inside me once again, thrusting as I panted. “Gods, Rykr, yes. More.”
“I want you to come for me. Take what you need. Fuck, you’re delicious.”
My thighs clamped against him tightly, my entire body tensing like a coil, desperate for release. Then sweet relief cascaded down on me, every inch of me feeling warmth radiating like fire through my veins.
With shattered breaths, I moaned loudly and he held on, drawing every last second of my climax out of me, until I steadied myself against the bed, lying back in a crumpled heap.
As his hands stilled, I pressed my cheek against the pillow, a smile at my lips.
“This was not what I had in mind, Rykr Westhaven.”
He chuckled, kneeling slowly, cock still rigid, unsatiated. Fucking gorgeous. He set a hand on either side of me, leaning over me. Then his lips dragged a kiss across my temple. “But was it good?”
I gave a throaty groan of approval, dropping my head back. “So good. Thank you,” I said in a voice so low that I could hardly hear myself against the pounding of my heart.
He couldn’t possibly know how much I needed that.
How much I needed him. For the first time in days, I felt whole.
Rykr pulled back, and he lifted my chin with his fingertips.
Unbridled lust swam in his eyes.
But more than that.
Genuine warmth.
Love.
“Anything for you, my queen.” He smiled, then dropped a kiss to my lips. “But we’re not finished yet.”
My heart nearly stopped at his words and my arms clamped around his neck, tears filling my eyes as I returned his kiss.
Sliding his hands to my ass, he pushed my knees apart with his hips. The head of his cock teased my entrance, which ached for him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Seren.”
“And mine.”
His words made me arch against him.
I moaned loudly.
“Say it, Seren.”
“I’m yours,” I ground out. My wrist was throbbing, the rune there stinging the muscle below it. And when my eyes found the rune on his neck, I found it black as ink, the pulse of his racing heartbeat below it. “Now and always.”
“Now and always.”
This felt like an ancient ritual … the part we hadn’t completed. Every inch of me burned for him, spiritually and physically. The thrumming of my heart, the rush of blood, the desperation I had for him.
He held the base of his shaft, a hint of a smile at his lips … then had the nerve to fucking toy with me again, rubbing the dripping head against my swollen clit.
My gaze snapped to his. “If you continue to torment me, I’m going to tie you up, Rykr.”
His piercing eyes were dark with passion. “Promise?”
Then pushed inside me in one hard thrust.
Fuck.
I hadn’t had sex in so long, but I knew it hadn’t ever been like this. As he thrust deeper, my legs locked around his waist, my hips arching to receive him until he filled me. I gasped at the union, panting as he stayed there, buried deep inside me, his eyes locked with mine.
My body trembled violently with the sensation, the void inside my soul filled by our union.
He retreated, then slammed himself hard inside me again.
Like he couldn’t stand to break away from me.
Couldn’t get deep enough.
Over and over.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Come for me, solwyn.” His command was like smooth silk, equally gently and strong.
As I unleashed, coming apart against his thrusts, I screamed.
My climax had come hard and fast, the strength of my arousal tipping me over the edge immediately.
Nothing could be better than this.
No one would ever be able to touch me in a satisfying way again.
I was thoroughly wrecked. Thoroughly his.
He gave a fierce, guttural roar, then poured himself inside me, throbbing intensely as the muscles of my core clamped against him.
We both gasped for breath as he collapsed against me. His heart slammed into his ribs against my ear, and his arm curled protectively around my waist.
A slow smile spread on my face as I took in the tattoo of his Seal spreading over his neck and fused with the one from the oath rune. The ridges of his well-muscled back, the feeling of his cock, which was still buried deeply inside me.
Mine.
Every inch of him belonged to me.
“You were right,” I murmured, closing my eyes again.
“About what?” His voice was a husky scratch.
“You’re very good at fucking.” My fingers spread out on the soft hair of his chest, and I watched them vibrate with his heartbeat.
His laugh rumbled in his chest.
“So are you.”
I tried not to think about the consequences of this. It had been perfect. The restless exhaustion that had been stirring inside me was gone.
For the first time in weeks, I was whole.
Nothing else had happened, though.
All that fear and worry and denying ourselves … and we were both fine. Somehow, I’d managed not to kill us—and neither had the bond.
I barely dared to ask the question. “What happens now, Rykr?”
“I’m not sure.” His hand smoothed over my ass, then he gave me a sharp slap. “But we have a whole day to waste before we face death. So, I think maybe doing this would be a good way to spend it.”
I laughed and kissed him.
That would be perfect.