Chapter 89 Rhyland
Rhyland
Igather Dani's hair, twisting it into a messy bun atop her head. She's sprawled across my chest, her perfect tits on full display, golden globes rising out of the water with stiff, tempting peaks. Fuck, even after everything we've done, I still want her.
My hands glide over her soft skin, washing away the evidence of our wild fuck. I'm thorough, ensuring every inch of her is clean and soothed.
"Mmm... that feels good," she whispers, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
The warm water laps at our bodies as I check my angel over.
She's drifting in and out, exhausted from our intense fucking.
I need to make sure I didn't hurt her too badly—I fucking lost it after her little stunt, took her harder than I meant to.
My possessive side got the best of me, and now I need to make sure she's okay.
"Rest, baby, "I murmur, my hands kneading the tension from her muscles. "I've got you."
I carry Dani's limp form back to the bed, her body a warm weight against my chest. She's completely out, her mind and body overwhelmed by the potent mix of my blood, my venom, and the hours of relentless teasing I put her through.
She's a vision like this, all soft curves and smooth skin. I gently pull the hair tie out of her hair and tuck her under the covers, my fingers lingering on her flushed cheeks.
Goddamn, the balls on this woman. I'm still reeling from the shit she pulled tonight—fucking drugging me—tying me up to get her revenge.
She had the nerve to tell me it was some new concoction she and Sable cooked up in their little science lab.
A "secret weapon" for dealing with vampires, she said.
I hate to admit it, but she's not wrong. It's a clever move, even if I was on the receiving end this time. I can't help but smirk, a mix of pride and irritation. My little vixen, dishing out her own brand of chaos and not giving a single fuck about the consequences.
It hits me—she and I are two sides of the same coin. Both are stubborn as hell, and both are willing to go to extremes to get what we want. It's fucking infuriating and intoxicating all at once.
We are alike in so many ways.
The thought echoes in my mind, and I'm not sure if it thrills me or terrifies me. Maybe both.
But the way she folded and submitted to me only confirmed what I already knew about my naughty little minx.
She's a fucking freak in the bedroom, a wanton goddess who craves the darkest, dirtiest pleasures imaginable.
And I'm more than happy to oblige, to push her to the very limits of her desire and watch her shatter in my arms.
The memory of her screams, the way her body clenched and shuddered around me as I pounded into her, has my cock stirring back to life.
I palm myself, groaning at the pressure.
Fuck, I could go another round right now, bury myself in her sweet cunt and fuck her until she's hoarse from screaming my name.
Dani is sprawled limbs, akimbo, her hair a wild waterfall on the pillow. She looks like a fallen angel, debauched and ruined, and so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache with possessiveness.
I slide in beside her, pulling her pliant body against mine. She molds to me instinctively, even in sleep, her skin warm and soft against my own. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her, of us, letting it wash over me.
As I drift off, my mind replays the events of the night in vivid detail—the sights, the sounds, the sensations. It's a symphony of sin, a perverted lullaby that carries me off to sleep with my woman safe in my arms where she belongs.
My eyes snap open, heart racing as the nightmare fades.
The crescent moon's still hanging in the dark sky—couldn't have been out more than an hour before that fucked-up memory clawed its way back.
Tonight's little game stirred up shit I've spent centuries trying to bury, memories of her—that sadistic bitch who made me.
But she's gone. I made sure of it.
I turn, desperately seeking the warmth beside me, needing an anchor to the present.
Dani.
My angel, my salvation. She's all that matters now.
Her leg is draped over my waist, her head and arm resting on my chest, and her breath soft and even against my skin. I run my hand up her thigh, relishing the feel of her flawless skin and how she makes me ache with just a single touch.
I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent—that unique mix of spice, honey, and desire that's all hers.
I was rough with her tonight, but fuck, did she have it coming. And if anything, I know she enjoyed that punishment more than I did. She knows exactly how to push my buttons and get a rise out of me, and I'm starting to think she enjoys my punishments more than she lets on.
She's perfect, absolutely fucking perfect, and she's mine.
Mine to protect, to possess, to cherish.
And yeah, to punish when she needs it. Truth be told, she loves our little games of cat and mouse, the way I mete out my brand of rough justice for her bratty stunts.
The fear, the excitement, the pure, raw need that sparks between us.
.. It's a heady fucking drug, one we're both addicted to.
I won't give up our play, but perhaps I can devise other ways to get her attention to keep things fresh and exciting without pushing her too far.
Dani stirs, a soft moan escaping her lips as she snuggles closer, her hot cunt rubbing against my thigh. My cock twitches, hardening instantly at her touch, and I know I'm a goner. It's her fault—fucking hell, for being so goddamn irresistible.
I ease Dani onto her back, my body sliding between her thighs like it belongs there.
Her tits catch the moonlight, perfect fucking globes begging for my attention.
I can't resist. My mouth latches onto one nipple, then the other, teeth grazing and tongue swirling.
She moans in her sleep, a soft, needy sound that goes straight to my cock.
I reach between us, brushing her silky petals, the wetness from our earlier activities still coating her sensitive skin. I groan as the smell of our joined arousal hits me, that musky, intoxicating scent that's purely us.
I position my cock at her entrance, feeling a jolt of pure, primal satisfaction as I sink into her heat. Closing my eyes, I rock gently into her, savoring the tight, wet clasp of her walls.
I start moving, slow and deep, savoring every inch of her. Dani stirs, those golden eyes blinking open to find me above her, already buried balls-deep inside her.
"Sorry to wake you, baby," I murmur, drinking in the sight of her sleep-mussed hair and flushed cheeks. "Just had to be inside you again—can never get enough of you."
Her lips curl into a smirk, that sass I love so much shining through even in her half-awake state. "Mmm, insatiable Viking," she purrs, arching into me. "Good thing I love being your personal midnight snack."
I crush my mouth to hers, fucking her with my tongue the same way I'm fucking her pussy. She moans into the kiss, the sound shooting straight to my balls.
Fuck, I'm in deep—head over heels for this incredible, infuriating woman. And the thought of losing her, of anyone taking her from me... It's enough to make my blood run cold.
But right now, with her wrapped around me, taking me so perfectly, nothing else matters. It's just us, lost in each other, exactly where we belong.
Ilean back in my chair, Dani's perfect ass nestled in my lap, as we listen to this clusterfuck of the situation unfold. My hand rests possessively on her hip, fingers itching to slide under that tight tank top that's teasing me with just a hint of her cleavage.
Fuck, I can barely focus on the meeting with her body pressed against me like this.
Alaric, that stone-faced British prick who could cut glass with his accent, leans forward. "What the hell do we know about this bastard right now?"
Alaric's power is one of old—Blood Alchemy. A unique ability to transform the blood they consume into potent elixirs or potions, granting temporary enhancements or abilities to themselves or others. Handy trick, but it doesn't make him any less of a prick.
Brandon, the wolf sheriff Erik dragged in from New York, answers grimly. "Only that the asshole has the Soul Stone stolen from the Area Sixteen Cascade Command, Sheriff Liam Carter."
"So that's the sorry son of a bitch I nearly cooked alive," Emily says with a sly grin.
Vivienne, a redheaded vamp with a glare that could melt steel, arches a brow. "You're certain it was them, and they did, in fact, give him the stone?"
Vivienne, a descendant of Henry VIII, has the unique ability of Memory Harvesting. This ability allows her to extract and absorb specific memories from victims with a mere touch, allowing the vampire to relive moments or gain knowledge. It's useful but creepy as hell if you ask me.
Brandon nods, looking like he's just chugged a gallon of piss. "Yeah. Word has spread through all the packs like wildfire. The bastard's got his power back."
I tighten my grip on Dani, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Fuck. This is one hell of a mess we've landed in.
Lucian, ever the tactful fucker, chimes in with his usual charm. "Well, shit. I was hoping these dogs weren't stupid enough to just hand over their one bargaining chip to that fuckwad."
Brandon growls, a low rumble of warning that raises the hair on the back of my neck.
Lucian, grinning like the maniac he is, holds up his hands. "Sorry, buddy. No offense. You seem like a good dude. Maybe we can grab a drink later and swap some war stories. I've got a great one about a were-chihuahua and a vampire stripper..."
I roll my eyes, tuning out my brother's incessant fucking rambling.
It's been a hell of a week, with Erik and Lucian dragging in every supernatural asshole they could find.
Dani and Seraphina are turning Lucian's gym into their personal fight club, and Emily and Sable play supernatural telephone to rally the covens.