Everlyn Chapter 8 #3
“Whoever forces the other to touch the ground with any part of his body above the knee or elbow. For example, the hand, head, torso, and buttocks earn a point. You can make a game that needs only one point to win or more. This bunch likes to see who can score three points. Today, they might stick to one for the sake of time,” Spoiler explained.
“Do either of you ever play? If so, is it only against each other?” Allegra asked.
“Yes, we do, and it’s been done both ways, though when we go up against them, they always win. In those cases, we do it to learn to counter against a larger enemy rather than to win the game,” Slayer admitted.
“It’s considered a form of martial arts,” Spoiler tagged on.
They were right. The match lasted until the first point was made.
It turned out that Zephyr was the winner, but he barely pulled it off before his hand touched the ground.
When the match was finished, the guys hugged and slapped each other on the back.
A sweaty, yet grinning Zephyr came over to me.
Someone, I think it was Fenrir, tossed him a towel to wipe off with while Barbarian gave one to Plunderer.
Plunderer came over to speak to Allegra with Barbarian on his heels. Soon she was being flirted with, though to a greater degree than I had been.
“Looks like Allegra made several conquests. She’s always had guys react that way around her,” I remarked.
“She’s a pretty woman, but her increased admirers aren’t due to her being better looking than you.
They held back because they already knew if I brought you here, I was staking a claim.
Fenrir teased, but he knew better than to do anything too serious.
Allegra isn’t claimed. Don’t worry, none of them will lay a finger on her in any way. We don’t harm women.”
“Oh, I wasn’t trying to sound jealous of her,” I hastily assured Zephyr.
“I know you weren’t. But you need to know that any guy here would be more than grateful for the chance I have with you. What did you think of the game? Did I prove I can protect you sufficiently, or should I prove it on someone else?”
I licked my lips as I ran my gaze from his face to his crotch. During the match, his erection had deflated. The sight of his glistening flesh made my body tighten.
Without a word to me, he grabbed my hand and shouted, “We’ll be back. Spoil, Slay, stay with Allegra.”
Then he hauled me behind him. He didn’t drag me.
It was gentle. I was taken to the opposite side of the mausoleum.
As soon as we were out of view, he swung me so my back was against the wall, and he crowded me.
I yelped when he bent, slid his hands behind my thighs, and hoisted me up.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
I wasn’t sure which of us latched onto whose lips, but we devoured one another.
As we did, Zephyr’s hands slid up to cup my ass cheeks.
He squeezed and rubbed them. Suddenly, I shouted when one of his hands slid back and forth between my legs, along the seam of my jeans, riding the middle of my pussy.
I reflexively sank my nails into the back of his neck. When I eased them, he shook his head and made a protesting sound. Barely making room between our mouths, he muttered hoarsely.
“Don’t stop. I like the bite. You can scratch me to hell, elskling. Mark me.”
Not only did I do it again, but I followed it by weaving my fingers into his long hair and tugging on it. His growl was louder as he began rubbing harder between my legs.
I got lost in a haze. It lasted for I have no idea how long.
It crested when my entire body went tight, and I orgasmed, crying out.
Zephyr captured my cries with his open mouth.
And he stayed like that until I went limp.
That was when he lifted his head, and through squinted eyes, I noted how aroused he appeared.
His face was flushed, and his eyes feverishly bright.
“I can’t tell you how badly I want to lay you out right here, strip you naked, feast between your legs and every other part of you, then fuck you until we scream this damn building down. Our first time together is going to burn the house down, Evie.”
Awareness came back to me slowly. I glanced around to see if anyone was nearby.
“Don’t worry. No one saw us. They wouldn’t embarrass you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you to this. It won’t happen again. You tell me when you’re ready, and we’ll progress at your pace.”
He let go of my ass, undoubtedly to let me down, but I kept my arms and legs snugly wrapped.
“You didn’t embarrass me. You didn’t push. And if we progress things at my pace, you might have a week max, and that’s a big if. I want you so much, Zephyr. I might die waiting. Won’t you allow me to help you feel better?”
His eyes closed as he mumbled, “You’re incredible, a fucking gift from the gods. Hearing you say that, please, tell me you mean it.”
“I. Mean. It.”
“Thank you. As for making me feel better, you just did. As for more, I’ll take you up on it when we can be skin-to-skin, when we have no risk of being interrupted. There is something you can do for me now.”
This time, when he let go of my ass, I slid to my feet. That’s when I realized his cut and shirt were still slung over my arm. Thank goodness I hadn’t dropped them.
“What can I do?” I asked, holding out his shirt first.
“Well, you know that Zephyr isn’t my real name.
It’s a road name given a long time ago. Do you know that bikers use their road names, except in special circumstances?
One is when our legal name is required, such as on official forms. The other is with our special someone.
You’re that for me. Will you use my actual name when we’re alone? ”
“I’d love to. What is it?” I asked, excitedly.
“Leif, Leif Halvorsen.”
I rolled his full name off my tongue. “Leif Halvorsen. I love the sound of that. Thank you so much for honoring me with your name, Leif.”
By the time I thanked him, he’d already put his cut on. He took me back into his arms.
“You’re the one honoring me. Now, give me one more quick kiss, then we need to get back to everyone before I forget myself.”
I raised on my tiptoes as he lowered his head, sealing our mouths together one more time.