Chapter 14
Nyxeris
The kiss Erich bestows on me is like a gift full of love and passion, his lips feeding on mine, his tongue caressing the inside of my mouth in languid strokes, the small barbell at its center gliding along my wet muscle.
This kiss is not like the fierce, rushed one we shared before fighting the GBE. This kiss is comforting and slow, letting my desire build until I whine into his mouth, fist his shirt in both hands, which he grasps before leaning away, his ice blue eyes shining down at me.
“You’re a needy thing, aren’t you, Nyx?”
My response is an unbidden whine I clamp my mouth shut on.
Erich’s head tilts to the side, and I expect him to tease me. Instead, he kisses my forehead tenderly, takes two steps back, grips the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulls it off his torso, over his head.
I’ve known Erich for just over a decade, and I’ve never seen him with his shirt off.
Universe, he’s more magnificent than I imagined. And yes, I’d imagined his nude form before. A lot.
His body is muscular, the artist’s ideal Y shape to his frame, with a bit more bulk than I thought he had. But what really catches my attention the most are his tattoos.
All black across his pale skin, from the flames licking his hands and fingers that travel up his arms—those I’d seen all the time, like what crawled up his neck—to the sections revealed to me now for the first time.
Those same flames, all connected, dance up his biceps, run across his clavicle and lick up his neck to his jaw then down to cover his pecs and ribs.
I swallow the pool of saliva that’s formed in my mouth and blink at him.
As if he knows exactly how his body is affecting me, he reaches for the button of his jeans, then turns his back to me, revealing more flames that crawl down his back, cover his shoulder blades and slide along his spine.
My body grows hot, every inch of skin aching for Erich’s touch. A moan turns to another whine as slick seeps from my core and into my waiting panties.
When Erich turns back around, he’s wearing only black boxer-briefs that hang low on his jutting hip bones.
I want to lick them so bad.
It’s hardly a blink before he’s right in front of me, grabbing my shirt and pulling it over my head, letting his knuckles scrape along my sensitive skin, drawing a groan from my chest.
He gently shushes me, pecks my lips and stays hunched at eye-level as he speaks. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby. So, so good.” His palms glide up my sides, and I sigh as he engulfs my covered breasts in his large hands. “But my knot?” He tsks. “You’re going to have to earn that, Omega.”
Earn it? What?
I barely have a moment to register his words before he grips my bra cups and yanks them with force enough to tear the article apart down the center.
I cry out once as my hot flesh meets the cool air, then again as Erich sucks one of my nipples into his hot mouth and moans, letting the vibrations reverberate along my skin.
He pulls the remnants of my bra down my shoulders and arms, tossing it aside before pushing my back to the mattress, swapping his mouth for his fingers pinching my nipple as he lathes my other one with his flat tongue, the hard nub of his tongue ring drawing shocks of pleasure from me.
My whine is uncontrollable, slick gushing from my pussy, perfume increasing to meet Erich’s cinnamon and clove scent, both thickly filling the room.
When his soft lips begin to trail up and across my shoulder, he freezes, and I know he must be staring at the mark Zeph left on me when we’d bonded. His voice barely more than a growl when he confirms this. “You don’t leave this room without my mark.”
A thrill courses through me at his commanding tone, and it draws another whimper from me, like I’m some helpless thing.
Part of my brain scoffs at that, but my soul knows that if there’s anyone I can be helpless with, relinquish control to, it’s Erich.
His trail of hot, wet kisses resumes, this time down my sternum, along my belly, and when he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he’s standing at the foot of the bed, hovering over me, roughly unbuttoning and unzipping them, but thankfully not tearing them to shreds.
Instead, he pulls them down, taking my panties along with them when I lift my hips to help.
With one more yank, they’re on the floor, and he stares down at my pussy, shoulders heaving, making his black flames dance along his skin.
His raven hair drops into his icy eyes as he licks his lips, runs his hands up my calves before hooking them behind my knees, placing my feet flat on the mattress, and spreading my legs wide.
The cool air on my hot core draws a moan from my chest, and I know my pussy is fluttering, grabbing onto nothing, wishing he were inside of me.
“Erich.” His name is a whine from my lips.
That pale gaze flicks up to my eyes for just a moment before he lurches forward, buries his face in my pussy, making me scream obscenely.
His tongue assaults my clit, tip circling then lips suckling, then the flat, wet muscle rubs up and down my nub, again and again, his tongue ring grinding against me, until I’m crying out with my orgasm, hips undulating against his face.
Too fast. Universe, that was too quick.
When he raises his head, his fingers circle my entrance, my eyes widen, breath catches.
“That was good, baby. Very good. But remember what I said.” One finger slides inside me, and my whining is back, whole body jerking on top of the mattress. “You need to earn my knot.”
The words barely register, but enough that I whine, “How?”
He doesn’t answer for so long that I have to look at him to ensure he’s okay. I’m greeted by the most wicked smile I’ve ever seen, not unhinged the way Zeph’s can be, but… the only way I can describe it is “pure sex.”
I shiver with anticipation.
“You need to come for me.”
He adds another finger and begins moving them in a scissoring motion inside of me, making me hiss. “I already did.”
He hums. “More.” Erich lowers his face enough that his breath dances along my clit again.
“H-how much more?”
My ass lifts from the mattress, pussy seeking his lips.
His chuckle is dangerous. “I’ll let you know.”
Then his lips surround my nub and he begins to suck, fucking me with his fingers, curling them up into that special place inside me that makes my toes curl.
My hips don’t stop circling, guiding his mouth, his fingers, to all the places I need them most, my slick weeping from my core, hot before cooling off in the air, dripping down between my ass cheeks.
One last, hard suck on my clit, and I’m gone, screaming so loud, I’m sure in the back of my mind that someone must think I’m being murdered in here.
But as my orgasm subsides, his assault doesn’t.
He increases his thrusting speed and force, he sucks and licks harder, to the point that it hurts.
My body is no longer seeking him out, and my automatic movements halt.
The pleasure fades, and I want to tell him to stop, to be more gentle, but as I open my mouth, something changes.
The pain starts to subside, and new pleasure begins to bloom.
Something so deep inside me that my eyes begin to bulge, my mouth gapes.
Then, a finger from his other hand begins to circle my puckered back hole, covered in my slick.
My breathing is short, my hips start moving again, and the ecstasy builds before his fingers plunge inside my ass, the other two still fucking my pussy, his mouth still assaulting my clit, and that deep, deep pleasure I’ve never felt before erupts inside me.
My scream is silent, my eyes feel like they’re popping out of my skull, and blue electricity begins to crackle all along my skin.
I don’t remember closing my eyes, but they’re shut when Erich croons, “That’s it, baby. You’ve earned my knot now.”
There’s no strength left in my body to even laugh at him, but despite that, all of me wants Erich. Wants his knot. Needs it.
And another gush of slick pouring from my pussy is a good enough non-verbal response.
“You did so well, baby. I know you’re tired.”
I peer through my lashes at him as he removes his boxers, and groan when I see his cock, stiff and curved just slightly upward, balls tight beneath it.
“You relax, Nyx. I’m going to take care of you. Give you exactly what you need.”
He crawls onto the mattress, limbs caging me beneath him, then rolls me onto my stomach by my shoulder.
He presses my legs together, keeping them straight, his legs on either side of my thighs, before sliding the head of his dick down the crack of my ass.
His hands grasp my ass cheeks tight and pull them apart, making me whine again, though the pain of this heat has died inside waves of pleasure.
And then, his cock is at my entrance, now so tight with my legs pressed together, that he hisses as he slowly pushes into my core.
I roll my head to the side and groan, fighting against the desire to spread my legs wide, not even knowing if I’d have the strength.
His cock glides effortlessly inside me, all the way, before he pulls out, leaving only the head at my opening. Then, he thrusts back in with a sigh.
He keeps up this slow, excruciating pace for so long, the pleasure building inside me begins to wane, then returns, over and over. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, these waves, and each time my ecstasy builds higher and higher.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons, but it’s all breath.
“I bet you’re getting some of your strength back now, hm?
” His hand glides along my ass cheek, his finger beginning to probe my back hole.
I gasp, push back into him as he chuckles at me.
“That’s what I thought.” His thrusting dick stops as he circles his fingertip in my ass with a moan from us both.
“I’m going to fuck this tight ass, baby.
Not today.” A second finger joins the first, both sinking into me, my body automatically pushing against him, forcing them deeper inside.
“You like that, don’t you, Nyx? You like the thought of getting fucked in the ass.”
I groan, push back onto him harder, but he takes his fingers away, drawing cries of protest from me.
“Soon.”
Before I can further protest, he flips me onto my back like I’m his play thing, spreads my legs with his knees and thrusts all the way into my pussy.
My back bows as I cry out, and he’s thrusting hard, fast, relentlessly.
The expression on his face is something strange, like he’s not really there.
He’s all instinct and motion, no thought.
And I’m not bothered in the slightest.
Pleasure building yet again, he keeps fucking harder and faster, dropping his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up, get some kind of purchase.
My slick has drenched the mattress everywhere, our scents mingle in the air stronger than ever, and as that pressure builds at the center of my hips, the orgasm sneaks up on me like a sucker-punch, and I scream Erich’s name, body bucking beneath him.
My jaw begins to ache, something familiar, and before I know what’s happening, I rear up, sink my teeth deep into the joint of his shoulder where it meets his upper arm, draw in his sweet blood with a spicy tang.
Then Erich is shouting, hips moving so frantically that my body moves up the bed and I have to release his flesh.
With a roar, his face dives into the flesh of my right breast and his teeth sink into it, right around my areola, the action drawing another orgasm from my wrung-out body as his dick pulses inside me, coating my insides with his come.
And then, it happens.
Erich’s cock swells, deliciously thick, locking us together.
My Alpha has knotted me.
Tears stream from my eyes, drip to the back of my head, into my ears. I couldn’t care less.
Erich gently licks his bite. Every so often, I feel his tongue ring there, but it’s like it’s just a part of him now.
When he collapses on top of me, cock still locked tight, his sighs against my neck before placing a kiss there.
“I’ve dreamed of this every night since we met. You have no idea how much I love you.” His voice is distant, and I don’t know which of us is fading faster.
Once he goes silent, I start to get uncomfortable. It’s not his weight on top of me. Erich’s skin is warm. No, it’s hot.
“Erich?”
He doesn’t answer, a soft snore ringing in my ear where his head rests.
We’re still locked together, the haze of my heat dissipating fast. But “heat” is all Erich gives off on top of me, in a suffocating amount.
“Erich?” I shake his shoulder on my chest, but he doesn’t budge.
Shit.
I begin to push him off me as a panicked feeling of asphyxia washes over me, until his torso is off my body, and we’re in the strangest, most awkward position ever, his cock still inside me, our legs tangled, me on my back, twisting away from his hot upper body, him on his chest, nuzzling into a pillow.
Well, at least one of us will get some sleep.