Chapter 39 The Songbird #2
I cried out from the shock of vibrant pain, the bleed of heated pleasure that followed.
Erik flattened his tongue, lapping away the bead of blood off my skin, then kissed and sucked, soothing the ache.
With a look, eyes no longer ember red but black as coals, Erik traded attention, biting and kissing and sucking the other breast, while palming the already ravished one in his rough palm.
“I need my name echoed in every cavern in this cave. I need to be inside you soon.”
“Don’t wait, Erik.”
He kissed me again. It was more than a kiss—it was stunning, attentive dominance. Without pulling back, he kicked off his trousers, then slammed my wrists over my head, pressing his naked hips against my aching core.
His mouth slid over my throat, the curve of my neck. Thoughts turned to sensation. I closed my eyes and gave in, allowing my body to move, to rock, to grind against my serpent until the prickle of heat pooled in my lower belly.
Erik’s lips parted, and his breaths were harsh, ragged. “So perfect, Songbird.”
“I need you,” I pleaded, mind lost in a haze.
A low rumble built from Erik’s throat, deeper than a snarl, more a dark growl. I’d anticipated he’d hike my leg around his waist again, perhaps lie me down on the stones, maybe using my gown as the only buffer between rock and flesh.
Instead, Erik spun me around, my cheek, my breasts, flattened against the rocks.
“Gods.” He dragged his mouth and nose down my spine, breathing me in. “Look at you. Hips back, love,” he crooned, guiding my lower half into the angle he wanted. “Keep your hands on the wall. Don’t move them, Songbird. Not once.”
All gods, his voice—rough as dry sand—heated my blood from crown to toe. A collision of cool from the rocky wall and warmth from the air, and my serpent’s body sent my head spinning, my toes curling.
With his knee, Erik spread my legs. I moaned when the tip of his length slid to my center.
On first instinct, I wanted to bow back; I wanted to grapple for his waist or hold the back of his head.
I closed my eyes and braced my palms against the wall as he’d demanded until the tips went white from the pressure.
Erik chuckled, dark honey from his throat, smooth and thick. “Good, Songbird. That’s it.”
One of his hands covered one of mine on the wall. He interlocked our fingers, while guiding my body to tilt and sit back against him. I gasped when it felt as though his length might bulge through the skin of my stomach he’d gone so deep.
For a torturous breath, Erik held us there, unmoving, locked as one.
Then, he pulled his hips back until his cock nearly slid out and drove back inside.
I dug my fingernails into the rock wall, sobbing at the shock of the invasion.
The way he stretched me, whole and perfect, clawed through me like an insatiable desire.
Erik pounded into me again. He kissed the top of my spine. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. Not one piece of me wanted to, afraid it would shatter the delirium of my king’s body commanding me, claiming me, loving me with every rough thrust.
Erik’s hand abandoned my hip, sliding up my ribs, and curled around the underside of one breast. He tugged on my nipple in tandem with every thrust. I panted his name.
“Echoes . . . Songbird,” he gritted out. “I want . . . my name to fill . . . this damn . . . cavern.”
He pinched and rolled the peak between his thumb and finger. His hips slapped against mine. I widened my legs, wanting him deeper.
“Erik!” I cried his name, over and again. A prickle of pleasure tightened in my lower belly, dripping down to my core.
Erik’s thrusts grew more frantic. “Together. Come with me.”
As if his words unraveled a hidden part of me that could do nothing but comply, an overwhelming wave rolled from my belly to my head, and I shattered with his name echoing in tandem with mine from his mouth.
Erik fell over the ledge after me in a frenzy. He rolled his hips, grinding into my backside, drawing out our shared euphoria as his hot release spilled into me. I shuddered, grinning when the excess spilled down my thighs.
We remained there, Erik bent over me, my body boneless in his gentle embrace. He sprinkled kisses up the divots of my spine, my neck, then hugged my back to his chest as he softened and we broke apart.
Gently, Erik turned me around and held me close. I threaded my fingers through his hair, kissing his jaw, his lips.
“Do you think they’ve noticed our absence has gone on for some time?” More specifically, a Night Folk king. Gods, without fail I would lose myself in the Ever King and somehow pretend that my father would not notice certain things about his daughter and Erik Bloodsinger.
At the very least, Valen Ferus was a wise enough man to never mention them.
Even still, heat flooded my cheeks.
Erik kissed each side of my face. “I doubt anyone has noticed our absence at all. If anything, they’ll think we were tired and went to bed.”
“Oh, yes, I’m certain we have them all fooled.”
He kissed me sweetly. “Well, if you’d rather not return and face them, we could go to bed. In fact, I’m in favor of this new plan. I rescind the option to even return. To bed it is.”
I laughed and pinched his ribs, losing myself once again when Erik kissed me, soft and gentle, then with the passion and need I had only felt for this man.