Chapter 50 Erik #2
I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. The kiss is nothing like our first—this is raw hunger, of denial igniting like wildfire. Her lips part beneath mine, and the taste of her—honey mead and storm clouds—obliterates my self-control.
We stumble through the doorway, tangled with desperate hands and hungry mouths. The door slams behind us with enough force to rattle the hinges, but I barely notice. Not when Bryn's nails rake down my back, or when she's making those little sounds in her throat that drive me wild.
"I'm done listening to you tear yourself apart. You are everything, Bryn. Why can't you see that?"
"Erik," she moans against my lips as I pin her to the wall. Her leg hooks around my hip, drawing me closer. The silk of her dress rustles between us, too many layers separating skin from skin. "I can't—I've tried so hard to fight this—"
I claim her mouth deeper, hungrier, and her answering tug on my hair draws a growl from my throat. Something snaps in her at the sound—the last thread of resistance finally breaking.
She molds against me, all soft curves and desperate need. Her arousal fills my senses, making my fangs ache. When I roll my hips against hers, she breaks the kiss with a cry.
"Stop fighting this, little bird," I growl against her lips before claiming them again, my tongue demanding entry. She matches me stroke for stroke, pulling me closer.
"But…" she breathes.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, tilting her head back to devour her mouth properly.
She meets my passion with equal force, fisting my shirt to pull me closer.
When her hips rock against mine, seeking friction, a groan rumbles through my chest. These clothes between us—they're too much and not enough.
My lips trail down her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. I pause at her gown's neckline, meeting her heated gaze with silent question.
"Don't stop," she whispers roughly. "I want this. I want you."
I tear at her bodice, needing to see her, taste her.
When her breasts spill free—rosy-tipped nipples, tight, perfect—my brain short-circuits.
But seeing isn't enough. I capture one nipple with my mouth, sucking and licking until she's writhing.
Her moans drive me wild as I switch to the other breast, worshipping it with equal devotion.
"I need you naked." The words come out as a desperate grunt.
I untie her dress, letting the silk whisper down her body until it pools at her feet. She stands naked before me, all graceful lines and lush curves. My gaze devours every inch—from her delicate collarbones to the toned planes of her stomach.
Goosebumps rise on her skin under my heated stare. I step closer, curving my hand around her neck, fingers tangling in her hair.
"Mine," I growl before claiming her mouth. Our tongues battle for dominance as her nails rake down my back, marking me as hers.
I lift her, and her legs lock around my waist as I carry her to the bed. We fall together, my hands exploring every inch of skin I've been denied for so long. Her heat brands me through my leathers as I taste her throat, her collarbones, her breasts.
"Off," she commands, fingers flying to my belt.
I tear away my clothes—jacket, shirt—revealing tattooed skin. Her hands slip beneath my waistband, sending heat through my veins.
Her eyes lock onto my exposed length, and a strangled sound escapes her throat. "That's... not what I expected."
"Oh?" I grin wickedly. "Something less impressive?"
"Honestly? Yeah."
I pounce, pinning her wrists above her head. "Is that so?" My hips grind down, letting her feel every inch. "Pray tell, what about me screams 'small cock' to you?"
"Well..." Her eyes dance with wicked humor even as she arches beneath me. "You're always so... controlled. Measured. Figured that extended to everything."
"Disappointed?" I roll my hips, drawing a gasp.
"Hardly." She hooks her leg around my waist. "Though I might need convincing about your... control."
"Careful what you wish for." My teeth scrape her pulse. "Want to see what happens when I let go?"
"Big talk for someone who's all..." Her words cut off on a moan as I suck her nipple into my mouth. "...show and no action."
"No action?" I growl against her breast, releasing her wrists to slide my hand between us. "Let's see how mouthy you are when I'm done with you."
"That a promise or a—" Her sass dissolves into a whimper as my fingers find their target. "Oh fuck..."
"What was that about no action?" I smirk against her skin, circling slowly. "You were saying something clever?"
"Just shut up, Erik," Bryn growls, lips curved in that haughty smile that makes my blood sing. Challenge glints in her eyes, blue and gold flames. Oh, the lady wants a battle? I can play that game.
My cock throbs, aching to claim her, but first, I need a taste. I want to hear her melt beneath my mouth, feel her heat around my tongue. I trail kisses down the canvas of her stomach, the muscles jumping beneath my lips until I reach the heart of her.
Her skin tastes of winter winds and wild thunderstorms, her unique flavor alone. The heady musk of her arousal fills my senses, clouding my mind with one singular need.
"Wait," she gasps. "What are you doing?"
"Going to devour you, little bird."
"You mean... bite me? There?"
A bark of laughter escapes me. Gods, the thought of sinking my fangs into that tender flesh.
But no, not yet. “No, I won’t bite you… unless you want me to.
” The idea sends a pulse of hot need straight to my cock.
"But right now, I plan to feast on you with my mouth—my tongue, taste every inch of you until you scream my name.”
Her eyes widen, uncertainty replacing the fierce confidence I've come to know. A blush stains her cheeks as she whispers, "I've never... no one has ever..."
The admission hits me, my beast roaring with possessive pride. That no other man has tasted her this way, that I'll be the first to worship her like this.
"Lay back," I murmur against her thigh. "Trust me. Let me show you pleasure you've never known."
She obeys, pupils blown wide, legs falling open in invitation. I start with soft kisses along her thighs, working closer to her center. Each press of my lips draws shivers and moans.
When I find her clit, she bucks wildly. I hold her still, latching onto that sensitive bud until she's writhing.
"Erik... gods, what are you—" She thrashes, head falling back. "That feels….ohhh…don't stop. Please!"
Like I could ever find the will to stop now. My cock aches with need, but this—tasting her, hearing her pleas—it's what I've yearned for. Her sweet juices coat my tongue, driving me to the edge of madness.
She tastes like a heady mix of tart berries and wildflower honey—an exquisite nectar that makes me crazy.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them making her cry out. Her inner walls clench around me, milking my fingers as I thrust gently in tandem with my oral assault on her clit.
I add a third finger, scissoring them as I suck her clit and swirl my tongue.
"Erik! Oh…fuuu….yes!" She bucks against my mouth, her legs locking around my head as she fractures apart with pleasure.
Her plea breaks into a cry as my lips close around her clit, my tongue swirling.
The first ripple of her orgasm sends a flood of hot nectar to my tongue, and I growl—needing more—needing it all.
She rides the wave, her body shuddering, the sweetest music to my starved senses. And still, I drink, her essence filling me like a heady drug. My name falls from her lips in a litany, a benediction, claiming every part of me as hers.
But I'm far from done.
I kiss my way up her body, savoring her flushed skin and dazed eyes. "That.." catching her breath, she whispers, gripping my face. "That was..."
"Was what?" I smile against her belly, kissing her skin.
"Amazing. Mind-blowing." She bites her lip. "The best."
A feral spark ignites in my eyes, possessiveness and pride intertwined.
"That's a challenge I can't resist." I grip her leg, wrapping it around my hip as I tease her slick center with the blunt head of my cock.
Her sharp inhale sends a thrill through me.
"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," I warn, and in one swift move, I sheath myself within.
Our moans become a symphony, each breath a harmony of hunger and satisfaction. "Fuck, you feel..."
Words fail me as her inner muscles grip me tight. Every nerve ending ignites, my breath shortening. It's been too long since I felt a woman's touch, too long since I let myself surrender to pleasure. But with Bryn, I have no defenses, no control.
And when she tightens around me, I know I won't last long.
"Gods." Her eyes widen as she takes in my length. "You're enormous—
The words send a surge of possessive pride through me. Her reaction tells me no other man has filled her like this, satisfied her so completely. The beast in me roars with satisfaction, knowing I'll be the one to show her true pleasure.
I curl my hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair, exposing the delicate column of her throat. My fangs ache to claim her, but I hold back, needing to hear those words of surrender.
"Feeling full, little one?" I purr against her ear, I flex my hips, drawing a gasp from her.
The muscles of her thighs quiver as I thrust deep. Her soft moans fire my need, each roll of her hips tightening the coil in my gut. Her soft mewls and whispered curses wind me tighter, stoking the fire in my veins.
"Yes. Please. More," she pants, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Harder..."
Her plea snaps the last thread of my restraint. With a growl, I lift her from the bed, using my body to pin her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as I thrust up into her, her hair still imprisoned in my fist.
"Ohhh gods," she breathes, her head falling back, baring her neck to my mouth. "Right there."
"I'm not god, little one." I tug her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Say my name, Bryn. Scream it when I'm buried deep inside you."
Her eyes flash with defiance, a spark that ignites something within me. Without breaking our stare, I crush my lips, devouring her mouth with the same relentless rhythm I plan to use to take her body. My hips snap forward, burying myself to the hilt in her silky heat.
I drive into her with primal intensity, one hand guiding her hips as she meets each thrust. "Come for me, little bird," I command against her throat. "Let me feel you."
Her fingers tangle in my hair as she claims my mouth, our kiss a clash of teeth and tongues. Her inner walls tighten, telling me she's close. Just a little more...
I grip her thigh, lifting her higher, and thrust with punishing force. Her back arches, her nails digging into my shoulder, as a tremor racks her body. "Yes, yes...Erik!" she pants, breathless. "I'm…fuck."
A few more strokes, and she's splintering around me, screaming my name, her release drenching me in pleasure.
Her climax rips through her like wildfire, inner walls clenching around me in a vice grip that destroys my last shred of control.
My fangs descend as I throw my head back, a primal roar tearing from my chest. Stars explode behind my eyes as I empty myself deep inside her, each pulse drawing another growl from my throat.
Her name becomes a prayer on my lips as we ride the wave together, our bodies trembling in perfect sync.
Still trembling from the aftershocks, I ease her down from the wall, cradling her against my chest. I lay her on the bed, her platinum hair creating a silvery halo around her flushed face.
"You okay?" I kiss against her temple, tasting the salt of her skin.
"Mmm." Her laugh is lazy, satisfied. "Better than okay." Her fingers trace idle patterns on my chest. "Though I think you broke me."
I can't help but smirk against her skin. "I haven't even begun to break you."
She pinches my side, but there's no heat in it. "Careful, vampire. Your ego's showing."
"Among other things," I murmur, rolling her beneath me again, drinking in the sight of her sprawled beneath me, thoroughly claimed and utterly magnificent.
Her fingers trace my tattoos before settling over my heart. She swallows hard. "So... about this mate thing." Her tone is direct, but I catch the undercurrent of uncertainty.
"Bryn—" Her name sticks in my throat as I search those beautiful eyes.
She meets my gaze unflinching, though her body betrays her tension.
Her hands press against my chest, and I let her push away.
Rising like a warrior preparing for battle, she turns.
"I don't know how this will work, Erik." Her voice is steady, but her warrior's mask cracks, showing the uncertainty beneath.
"We need to talk about this." I reach for her, but she slips away, wrapping her robe around herself like armor.
"I need time to think." She stands straighter, her voice firm despite the slight tremor. "We have a long journey tomorrow and need rest."
I open my mouth to protest, but the set of her jaw stops me. I know that look—I've seen it on the battlefield before she charges into the fray.
"Of course." I force the words out, every instinct screaming at me to fight for her, for us. But I know pushing her now will only make her retreat further. "I'll see myself out."
She nods, a quick jerk of her chin. "Goodnight, Erik."
The finality in her tone hits like a Templar's oath. I dress quickly, each layer of clothing a piece of my own armor sliding back into place. At the door, I pause, looking back at her. "This isn't over, Bryn."
Her lips twitch, but whether it's a smile or a grimace, I can't tell. "Goodnight, Erik," she repeats, a clear dismissal.
The soft click of the door closing behind me echoes in the silence of the hall.