Feed the Fever #4
She is still trembling from the aftershocks of their joining. Her breathing has calmed, but it remains heavy against my skin, warm and uneven. Each exhale brushes across my collarbone, and I feel the faint tremor that lingers beneath it.
I comb her hair back from her face and tilt her chin upward until her light eyes meet mine.
“Are you all right?”
The nod she gives is small. Too small. It means nothing when her pulse still races and my own body strains to match it, as if some invisible cord now ties our rhythms together.
It is more than empathy. More than concern.
I feel what she feels. And vice versa.
Her legs shift and weave with mine. Her fingers begin at my chest, tracing the line of muscle there, drifting upward. They climb my throat, skim along my jaw, and linger just beneath my ear. Her gaze moves over my face as though she is studying it—memorizing it—appreciating what she finds.
Behind her, Pollock’s hand settles at her waist and slowly sweeps up. His palm curves over her, and his thumb moves in slow, possessive strokes. It is only because I am watching her so closely that I catch the change the instant it happens.
Her lip draws between her teeth.
Her lashes flutter.
Her body shifts—barely perceptible, but unmistakable—as she rocks against us both, as though remembering pleasure and reaching for it again.
Unable to deny her anything, I give in to the impulse and draw her face up to mine.
It begins as a gentle kiss that, as time wields to, becomes something else.
Our tongues dance together in a softer, more thoughtful exploration.
Her fingers tunnel into my hair, and her desire is evident as she rolls and pulls me with her.
Bracing my arms beside her head, I surrender to the overwhelming need to be inside her again.
She answers without hesitation, opening herself to me in silent welcome and running her palms over my chest, as though she has been waiting for this moment as desperately as I have.
I raise slightly to line it up with her entrance, but find Pollock's fingers there.
My grunt of displeasure merely causes him to smirk in amusement.
“Pollock.”
“Yes.”
“You had your moment.”
“Just making sure she’s ready for you, Brother.”
Eridessa grinds up to meet both his touch and my cock. My tip meets her entrance, and his slick fingers, and the sensation is both new and overwhelming.
I groan as he widens his fingers and strokes them over the head of my cock as he withdraws. Because yes, my brother has absolutely no shame when it comes to this.
She stares up at me, a blush creeping over her flesh.
I palm her face and rub my thumb over her cheekbone. “It’s all right, love. You can have us any way you’d like to. Separately, together. There will be no need for any barriers between us.”
My cock slips inside her with ease. Her tight heat and silken walls pull me deeper.
Pollock continues to work her over, playing with her clit, and when his fingers finally come away, they are coated in her slick and his come. He licks them clean, then tilts Eridessa’s chin toward him so he can steal a kiss and share the taste of them joined with her.
I close my eyes momentarily as I lose myself in the sensation of being inside her once again. Her body rocks up to meet my thrusts. When I open my eyes, it’s to see her skin and my own are faintly glowing, and her free hand is reaching out to pull me down to her.
A sense of peace and rightness overcomes me, and I find the color of her emotions in her aura matches my own.
I take this to mean that she not only feels safe with me but that this brings her the same gratification, and for someone who has spent her whole life fighting, it’s meaningful.
There is love and trust here. She may not recognize it yet, but either way, it’s something I’ll hold dear and not risk losing.
She moves with me, and Pollock withdraws so I can rest my full weight against her. Then I trail kisses up her neck until my mouth rests at her ear.
“You were made for us, Eliora. Do you feel that? That’s why our power flows both ways between us. Why this bond feels so right. Why this all feels like none of this is a choice. We were meant to find you and be as we are now.”
I move my hips in a circular motion, and a second later she cries out. As I begin to drive more rapidly into her, I hit that same spot that has her mewling and moaning with pleasure.
“In all the centuries we have lived, nothing felt as you do now. Like you are mine, as much as I am yours.”
She offers no words in return, only small moans and whimpers where the pleasure overrides all reason.
That’s fine, I don’t need her words. I feel everything she feels.
Her aura sings, the colors like a rainbow, with light and happy colors.
She is content in this ecstasy and enjoying the way my body makes hers reach for a blissful ending she doesn’t have to feel ashamed of.
As if this erases the horrible moments she had to endure and gives her memories of lovemaking she can savor and delight in.
I move faster. Pleasure transforms into yearning. Time wields away reason, and her need becomes more apparent. Her hands roam with fervor and place demands I’m all too happy to concede to.
I fuck into her and give her what she craves from me.
I coax her body higher, until desperate cries escape from her lips and her back bows as her climax hits with brutal intensity.
I met her pleasure with my own, drawing more gasps from her lips, and stealing the air from her lungs, until my own release crests.
My balls begin to tingle, and my body goes rigid.
My ass muscles tighten as my entire body gives over to it, and all too soon, I empty myself deep inside her, pumping my release into the woman who’s captured my every thought.
The moment I’m spent, I close the distance between her mouth to mine, laying my own claiming brand on her lips.
One I hope she will remember long after this day.
When I draw back, I stare into the eyes that have captured and held my soul for longer than she knows. “You are mine now, Eliora. Just as much as you are his. A bond that will stand beyond what this world's end has in store for us. Do you understand me?”
She gives me that same small nod that I don’t accept.
“No, love. Tell me. Don’t hide. Share your thoughts with me.”