Chapter 28 Rhiannon #2
“Careful, careful,” he said, catching my hand in his, and pressing a kiss to it. “Try to remember that I’m just a delicate man, immortal warrior woman.”
I snorted as he turned over, pushing me into the position of the little spoon. He pulled me into him, fitting me against him so that we fit together like puzzle pieces. It felt delicious to be here, in bed with him, but we had an unfinished conversation ahead of us. He’d promised.
His breathing was deep and even. “Eryx,” I whispered. “Don’t you have something you want to tell me?”
He hummed behind me, pulling me even closer, one hand slipping under my nightgown to caress my skin. “What do you mean?” he asked, so obviously teasing me. His mouth came close to my ear as his fingers grazed the undersides of my breasts. “Did you want me to tell you I love you?”
“Only if you want to,” I shot back.
His hand drifted lower, gliding over my waist and hip. “I want to,” he breathed. “I want everything with you.”
My breath caught as heat built everywhere his fingers touched. My mother had been taken, but this was all I cared about. I wondered for the briefest of moments if that made me a bad person. I sat up, suddenly realizing there was a potential battle happening that we were missing.
“Rhiannon,” he whispered, coaxing me back down to him. “It’s covered. I spoke to Ares. And Ember. They know everything we do. You’re to rest until it’s time to get your mother. Everyone needs you to recharge for that part.”
“Oh.” I glanced back at him. “Thank you.”
He nodded, his green eyes crinkling with his smile. “Now, because I know you won’t be able to sleep. What should we do to get you recharged?”
I glared at him for a moment, until I spotted the hard length of his erection pushing against the fabric of his sweatpants. My mouth watered. Everything else melted away. There was just me, and him, and this. In a few hours, we’d do whatever we had to, but for now, this was all that mattered.
The thought crossed my mind that with adamantine weapons, the humans still couldn’t kill us. Only the thrysos could do that. But the adamantine could subdue us. Imprison us. If they had more, they could do real damage with it.
“Stop thinking,” Eryx said, his fingers tracing the lines of my face. “Be here with me now.”
The heat building in me flared, and I twisted around, climbing on top of him. I’d almost forgotten that I’d gone into the Ossuary in just my nightgown. Now I was acutely aware of the fact that there was very little between me and Eryx. “Remember the night at the Paradiso?” I asked.
He smiled up at me, his hands running up my thighs, under the draping fabric of my nightgown. “How could I forget?”
His hands moved further up my thighs, one thumb grazing the spot I needed him most. I tilted my hips forward, moving quickly enough that his thumb dipped into me, sliding easily with the wetness gathered between my legs.
Beneath me, his hips jerked as his thumb sank deeper into me, his hard cock pressing into his hand.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned.
“All for you,” I practically purred, moving my hips to ride his thumb. “But do you remember telling me you wanted me to make a mess of your pants?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
“Well, you forgot all about that, and let me leave the job undone.”
“Do it now,” he insisted. “Fuck me through my pants, Bronte.”
I snarled, practically feral for him now, pulling my nightgown off so he could see me move on him.
“Yes,” he growled, moving his hand so he could see me push against his erection. “Take what you need.”
He gripped my hips, pushing and pulling me over his cock, a wet spot forming on the fabric of his pants. “Do you like that?” I breathed. “Does that make you hard?”
He pushed harder into me. “You know it does,” he growled. “Fuck, I thought I could do this. But I need to taste you.”
“No,” I insisted. “You need to fuck me.”
In a flash, I raised my hips, and pushed his pants down around his hips, sliding my wet center onto his hard, waiting cock.
I pushed his shoulders back when he tried to raise up to turn me over.
“Do as I say, Necroline. Tell me just how much you love it.” I fell forward, angling myself so the head of his thick cock was fitted against my entrance.
And then I pushed down on him. “Tell me just how much you love me.”
He let out a noise that sounded like losing control. I raised my hips and then slid back down slowly, letting him watch as he filled me. Then I leaned back, touching myself as I moved on him, giving him a full view of my body.
“Tell me, Eryx. Tell me.”
His eyes dragged up from where our bodies met to my eyes. And then he thrust hard against my bucking hips, his thumb on my clit. “I love you more than anyone in this life,” he growled as he pushed deeper inside me, every muscle in my body pulled taut as I took him.
“I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved. Nothing you could ever do or be could scare me away. If you choose me, you’re stuck with me.”
I gasped. His words were everything I needed to hear.
“Do you understand me?” he asked. “Do you understand that if you love me back that I will never leave you, never betray you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I understand.”
“You will always be free with me, Rhiannon,” he said, just before he brought his lips to brush mine. Against my mouth, he made his vows. “I will never cage you, never stop you from doing exactly what you need to, and I will always be waiting when you come back home.”