Chapter Eight - Thomas
Part of me wants to move away from Ketill.
His single-word reply—soulmate—feels too big. The emotions across his face seem too much for one person to contain—let alone give.
But I don’t move away. I turn into him fully and edge closer until our foreheads and noses and…the edges of our lips brush.
“I have no idea what that means,” I whisper. It sounds like a lie.
Ketill is naked, a patchwork blanket over his shoulders, but it’s his face I’m lost to. His eyebrows are thick, and he’s got a small scar on his temple that I trace with my fingers.
“It means…” Ketill gently captures my hand and brings it to his mouth to lay a kiss on each knuckle. “That you were created for me.”
“So cocky,” I murmur, our knees knocking together.
Ketill looks up, his dimple winking. “And I was created for you.”
“So sure of yourself.”
“So sure of us.”
I stare into his pale grey gaze. My heart pounds against my chest, like when I was pushed from the train and fell towards the frozen lake. Ketill caught me then. Will he catch me again?
“You said twenty-eight minutes.”
He smiles. “A bit longer now.”
“Not long enough.”
“Says who?”
Ketill is gentle as he kisses my wrist where his fangs were buried, then kisses up my arm, his nose brushing across the sensitive skin at my inner elbow.
I shiver as he makes his way up to my shoulder.
Gasping when the hint of teeth as he passes my neck.
My palms rest on his chest, both of us moaning at my sudden contact.
His breath burns as it works up to my jaw.
“Says Fate,” he tells me, the slightest touch of his lips against my ear.
I huff a laugh that sounds like a groan. “Does that little line always work?”
Pressed into my cheek, I feel his lips form into a smile. “You tell me, I’ve only ever used it on you.”
Slowly, I run the pads of my fingers along his neck. Down his Adam’s apple and across his naked chest.
I swallow.
“So shifters, vampires and soulmates are real,” I ask, mesmerised by the spattering of freckles over his left shoulder but not on his right. Always uneven—one dimple, one freckled shoulder.
“You can’t forget dragon eggs.”
My gaze finds his again.
“Will you turn me into a vampire, Ketill?” I ask quietly. The question is too important not to. I’m scared of his answer, yet more scared of my reply. “Like your father’s Maker did to you?”
Ketill doesn’t pull me closer, but he does wrap his arms around me.
“One day. Not now. But one day. You’ll be in a bed, and I’ll make it so beautiful for you, treasure. Thomas. No one will be chasing us, and we’ll have all the time in the world…”
I inhale his every breath, and he inhales mine.
“And I’ll ask you a question, Thomas,” his voice is low under the popping fire.
“What better story…” Our eyes connect, “than one that lasts forever.”
I move forward, the blankets falling from my shoulders, and press my mouth to his. Ketill lets out a surprised gasp before his hands cradle my cheeks, his long fingers stroking the curve of my jaw.
His own blanket slides down his body, pooling around his waist.
“Ketill,” I say between kisses. “Ketill.”
I touch around his neck, the back of his head, wishing I could make out the tattoos there, but unwilling to leave his mouth moving with mine.
I feel for as much of his body as I can reach; his muscular shoulder with a scattering of freckles. His strong chest and hard nipple surrounded by a dusting of hair.
“Thomas,” he breathes my name, his palms stroking down my face, across the muscles in my arms, my back. “You…” Ketill runs his tongue across my bottom lip, his hands holding onto the flesh at my back as if he plans never to let go. “You are wonderful.”
“You are…” I pull myself into his lap, completely naked and so very aware of Ketill’s nudity. His hardness pressing into me and mine into him. “Impulsive.”
“One of my better qualities.”
“A total flirt.”
“Are you going to list off all the reasons you’re in love with me?”
“And possibly insane.”
He goes to say something else, but I cut him off with a kiss.
“And you’re brave,” I say. “Kind.” Kiss. “Good.”
He smirks against my lips, and from the corner of my eye, I see his hand does a 50/50 gesture.
I grin, grabbing that hand and entwining our fingers.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he repeats, kissing me again and again…
“It’s a list of reasons…”
Ketill’s gaze softens, the dimple in his cheek sweet as he lays me down on the mess of blankets and runs his hands down my heated body. The only thing between us is the shadows of dancing flames.
Sitting above me, Ketill is so blindly beautiful and masculine and naked. His chest is wide with dark hair that runs down his torso towards his thick cock that juts from a patch of hair between his thick, hairy thighs. I can’t stop touching him.
“You don’t have any rune tattoos,” I say, voice catching.
“Neither do you,” he teases, leaning down to kiss the hollow of my throat, down my chest. I gasp when he bites my nipple. His other hand stroking down to my softer stomach. A moan cracks from my chest when his calloused hand wraps around my cock. “But you do have this, and it is very nice.”
My hips buck as he gives me a slow, sensual rub down. “Just nice?”
A deep chuckle leaves Ketill.
“So now you want a list of all your amazing qualities?” Ketill hums, and I laugh when he shoots up to kiss my mouth, his hand still around my cock.
“I don’t need my ego stroked like you.”
He nips my jaw. “I can stop…?” His hand pauses.
I level him with a glare.
“I didn’t think so.” Ketill grins, reaching for his discarded trousers and tugging them over. He pulls out a few sachets of lube and condoms.
“I can’t believe you actually had them on you.”
He shoots me a mischievous grin. “Always be prepared. Like the Boy Scouts.”
My eyebrow twitches. “So in your Norse village, they had Boy Scouts?”
“Sure.” He sits up, the fire lighting up the sweat glistening on his body, his mouth stretched into a grin as he tears the lube open with his teeth. “I could go into more detail, or I could finger you open?”
My breath hitches, and I reach out to run my hands across his long torso. “Option two.”
“Whatever you want, treasure.” He pours lube over his fingers, then throws the packet away. “As a vampire, I can’t get sick or get you sick.” His eyes flicker over to the condoms, then back to me.
“I…I trust you.” Stupidly, ridiculously, annoyingly, I trust Ketill.
He smiles, his body curving over mine before his wicked mouth hovering above my twitching cock.
Scorching heat engulfs the head of my cock as a hand plays with my balls, stroking and rolling. I gasp as his fingers edge down and roam around my rim as his mouth sinks deeper.
I grab hold of his hair, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I toss my head back and groan.
His cheeks hollow, the flat of his tongue curls around my throbbing length and his fingers play me like no one ever has.
I gasp, my chest caving as I suck in the near stifling heat of the cabin. My legs stretch wide, and my hips try to seek the pleasure of Ketill’s hot, wet mouth.
He slips a finger inside me. I throw my head to the side, moaning and gasping at the intrusion.
I’ve had sex before, but never like this—so eager, uncaring that I’m completely vulnerable to this man that somehow, impossibly, I’ve only known a handful of hours.
Surely Ketill’s been in my life since I was born, my heart tells me yes.
The ping that beats between us screams to keep him by my side forever.
Another finger enters me, and I move my hips with the rhythm Ketill sets. Needing the friction, loving the stretch.
“Another,” I moan, tugging impatiently on his hair.
He looks up, blinking innocently. “Another what, treasure?”
I groan.
He grins. “Another blanket? Another log on the fire? Another cup of tea?”
I kick him on his side, and he laughs. “Has anyone ever told you, Ketill, that you’re very irritating?”
“Another cup of tea it is.”
He goes to move away.
“If you go anywhere, I’ll finish this without you,” I warn.
Ketill’s mouth twitches. He waits a beat, then reaches for my hand tangled in his hair and brings it down between our bodies. He uses my hand to run over my hard cock and tight balls, down my taint and pressing my fingers into my lubed hole, but all I feel is Ketill as I breathe out moans.
“Do it,” he tells me, voice rough and eyes dark. “I wanna watch.” The last part comes out half a growl, and a bead of pre-cum spills down my length.
My eyes never waver from his, and while he said he wanted to watch, his eyes never move from mine, either.
We groan together when I slip two fingers inside myself.
“Fucking wonderful,” he growls. “Fucking amazing.”
I slide in a third finger, stretching myself and gasping as I move. Ketill grabs the sachet he tossed and adds the last drips to his length, stroking his impressive girth.
He takes my hand away and wraps it around my cock. I hold myself, not moving or speaking, only keeping relaxed as Ketill sits his fat cockhead against my asshole.
“Okay?” he asks, leaning down to kiss the corners of my lips, my cupid’s bow, my chin. The tip of my nose. “You still want this?”
I nod. “I still want this. Do…do you?” I whisper, not uncertain, but my heart beating too hard against my ribs, my other hand holding onto his waist.
“Forever.” And in one slow thrust, Ketill fills me.
I throw my head back, gasping from it.
He moves in and out of my body, his forehead pressed to mine, and our breaths share as he draws out, then snaps his hips back in, knocking out the air from my lungs.
My hand roams his back, down to his muscular ass and holding onto his round cheek. Our mouths lock, our tongues sliding against each other, the tight grip on my cock never moving.
“Forever, treasure. Thomas,” Ketill pants, speeding up. “You’re my forever. My soulmate.”
I moan as every nerve ending lights up. Ketill snaps his hips one last time, then cums, filling me up and groaning into my neck. “Holy shit, Thomas,” he grunts. “Fuck. Fuck!”
I cry out, holding his tight ass as he fills me, my own cock twitching with my need for release.
Ketill pulls out of me, his spent cock shiny and wet, a satisfied grin on his face as he goes for his trousers.
“Wait, are you getting dressed?” I blurt.
Ketill laughs, pulling another sachet of lube from his pocket. He rips it open, pouring clear liquid down his fingers before reaching behind himself, groaning. My eyes nearly pop out as he fingers himself open.
Ketill looks down at me, his barrelled chest heaving and glistening, like I’m something he can’t wait to sink his teeth into.
I try to speak, but all I can do is grip his thigh, my fingers digging into the hard meat as more pre-cum spills down my cock, over my knuckles, as I watch in awe.
“Didn’t I say that you have a nice cock, Thomas?”
My mouth drops open, and I can barely think as Ketill opens himself up quickly, maybe too quickly, before he’s straddling my cock, rubbing the leftover lube on my length and looking down at me devilishly.
“And I just love a nice cock.”
Ketill lowers himself, and I nearly swallow my tongue.