The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) (18 page)

At once the hands stopped then
slithered back into the ground through some invisible force.

Now only four were left. She knew
this would happen the second this all started. It would come down to Alrik and
Aidan, two strong and passionate men.

Abby bit on her fingernails,
tearing them as anxiety built.

Then suddenly something
completely different happened. Aidan said something; it was too soft and
faraway for her to hear, but all the fighting stopped.

Huh?

The two demons and Aidan shifted,
turning towards Alrik. Abby stood, her eyes flaring at what she saw. Those
cheating bastards!

All three turned on Alrik and jumped.
She screamed as he went down to the ground, the floor shaking with a boom. She
could hardly see what was happening through the flurry of fists, jabbed knees,
and head-butts. She just saw it was all happening to Alrik.

Before she knew what she was
about, she ran down the stairs and flew to the mass of fighting men. The sound
of flesh hitting flesh grew louder. She heard shouts coming at her and knew
they’d try to stop her, but she couldn’t stop. They were killing him.

Heart in her throat, she ran as
hard as she could. Without any real plan, she reached the group. Aidan must
have sensed her, or heard one of the demon’s yell something for he pulled back.
Little did he know he just made himself a target. Abby jumped.

His arms came around her in a
protective way to shield her from hitting the floor, which meant he landed on
bottom. Good. She wouldn’t be surprised if her eyes glowed red right now with
how angry she was. She was
pissed the fuck off.

They were lousy, no good
cheaters!

She sat on Aidan chest and leaned
down low to hiss in his face. His eyes darted to her mouth. He didn’t look
scared. He looked...pleased. She planned to rectify that in two seconds.

With a quick move, she grabbed
his long hair in her hand and slammed his head back down. Then she did it again
and again. She put every ounce of strength inside her into it and when she
pulled back, breathing hard, she saw his eyes closed but the pulse still
beating at his neck. Unconscious, but not dead.

Her head slowly turned to her
left. Alrik lay on the ground, clenching his ribs and looking like he was
fighting the urge to curl into a ball. His face was busted from his eyes to his
nose to his mouth. Yet, she swore she saw his lips lifting into a smile.

The two other demons stood now
looking warily between her and Aidan.

“Get her off the field so we can
finish this,” her next target said. He planted his foot on Alrik’s neck and
pushed hard. She heard Alrik’s gasps for air a second before he pressed his
hand back against the foot. Abby shook with rage. She felt close to how Carrie
felt in that Stephen King movie after pig’s blood had dropped on her. She’d
reached the last straw.

All at once she called her magic.
Her skin warmed, fingertips turned hot, and she swiped one hand at the two
demons towering over
her
demon. They flew back as if a missile hurled
into them.

She didn’t stop there. Demons
charged in after her but she could have been floating above them on a cloud
with how much power surged inside her. There was no trying to conjure her magic
or learn how to utilize it. She just did it.

Her hands pressed out in a ‘stop’
motion and all the demons, every single one of them, froze in mid-step. She
didn’t realize that what she’d just done was incredible and took so much power
to do. All she focused on was getting Alrik and her out of here.

She held her hand out to Alrik
and he looked at her with an odd look on his face. Still, he took her hand but
wouldn’t let her pull him up. Instead, he jumped up and somehow managed not to
sway. His knees started to buckle so she wrapped one arm around his waist to
help steady him. He looked at her with that strange look again...almost like
she was the crazy one. As if.

Then, without further ado, she
and Alrik walked out of the arena with her power keeping the men in check. She
didn’t even look back. She had everything she wanted right in her arms--a crazy
ass demon who wanted her to commit murder. It wasn’t normal, it might not even
be right, but she wanted him something fierce.

In the great hall, she let Alrik
go so he could grab a sack of supplies. With a harsh groan, he slung the bag
over his back, grabbed his two swords lying in a pile of weapons, and then
grabbed her hand. Warmth swelled inside her, but this time not from the magic
still coursing through her body like wine.

Hand in hand, they walked out of
there.

Abby couldn’t hide the goofy
smile on her face. Looking up at Alrik, she blasted him with that happy smile.
He blinked and she swore his lips twitched though she couldn’t be sure with all
the swelling and blood caked around his mouth.

“I win this round.”

This time she couldn’t mistake
the sound of his laughter;
deep, low, and sexy. She
laughed with him and together they left the castle and headed south once more.

Chapter Thirteen

“Let’s stop here for the night.”

Alrik hid his pained wince by
turning his head to the side. He didn’t want to appear weak to her. His body
felt like it’d been pummeled with hammers. It took every bit of his willpower
not to collapse to the ground and pass out. But he couldn’t do that. She’d done
the impossible back in the rogue demons’ castle and gotten them out of there.
The magical power she’d shown was incredible. For the first time since stealing
her, he finally knew she could kill his mother if she harnessed her power. If
anyone could do it, it was the human witch Abbigail.

“Here, sit down,” she said, her
face drawn in worry.

He shot a dark look at her
command but she only rolled her eyes. If she thought that helping them out of a
tight spot one time would put her in charge she was sorely mistaken. Although,
something did change back there. Maybe it’d been between them the whole time,
but when she stood up for him with her eyes glowing, her body ready to fight,
he’d felt...good. He’d even felt proud of her.

“Don’t think just because you
helped out back there that you can order me around, Abbigail.”

She got in his face or tried to
the best she could considering he had at least a foot of height on her.
Suddenly her hands shot up to his hair and she brought his face down. So
surprised was he at the action that he didn’t pull back. He just stood there
stunned waiting to see what she would do. Her gaze softened searching over his
face, and then she leaned in, wrapping her body against his with a sigh.

The ache in his chest became too
much to bear. Not even he had the strength to turn away from her when she was
in his arms.

Alrik leaned down and crushed his
lips against hers. The pressure hurt his lips but he couldn’t have passed up
the moment for anything in the world.

His heart felt too tight in his
chest as if it were expanding. Why didn’t she pull away? He’d kissed her once
before but he’d hardly left her any choice. Besides, she had been so surprised
by the first kiss that she just accepted it. But not now; now she knew better
and still her wet tongue darted out to lick at his lips. He’d seen the desire
in her eyes before. She actually wanted him.

Her lips were soft and warm
beneath his. A breathy sigh fell across his lips as she licked her tongue
across his bottom lip.

Even as his cock leaped to
attention, he pulled back suddenly, his hand wiping his mouth. This couldn’t
happen for too many reasons to count.

She watched the motion and hurt
flashed in her eyes. “You don’t have to wipe my kiss off you! I’m not that
disgusting.” She turned around and stalked away.

He took a step towards her then
stopped himself. He started to call her back and explain himself but didn’t. He
ended the kiss because he’d been sitting in a dungeon so he surely smelled
foul, and blood still covered his mouth where his lips had cracked from the
beating. He didn’t need her licking at that filth.

But he said none of those things.
“I’ll be at the lake.”

She went deeper into the woods
until he lost sight of her. Funny but he didn’t worry at all that she’d try to
leave him, not after she’d rescued him. They had a bond now, and it wouldn’t
easily break. Still, his gut tightened until he heard her reply.

“Fine!” came the snappy retort.

Alrik chuckled then grabbed his
ribs as they jostled with the action. He hadn’t told her but they didn’t travel
as far south as he’d have liked to. If Aidan and the other rogues wanted to,
they could probably reach them within a matter of hours. But he’d needed to
stop before he fell on his face.

They’d managed to find an open
path of grass with tall vibrant green trees scattered on either side. Down the
path over boulders and loose rocks rested a dark lake. He couldn’t remember the
name of this lake or if it was a fallout from
Deco
lake. It’d been too
long since he had a geography lesson.

Down at the water he pulled off
his shirt. He moved slowly because as he lifted his arms his muscles tightened,
burning. He panted at the pain. The wind blew, splashing ankle-high waves into
the rocky shore. He didn’t sit down to pull off his boots because he wasn’t
quite sure he’d be able to get back up if he did. So, he toed them off then
dropped his pants. They needed to be washed but they’d have to wait for another
day. His energy level was running on fumes as it was. Every time he closed his
eyes it became harder and harder to open them again. He left the clothes and
slowly treaded into the water.

The frigid temperature hit him
like a punch to the gut. His whole body tensed as goose bumps popped up over
his skin. Cupping the cool water, he washed idly, his body performing the
motions out of practice, but his mind was somewhere else. Or, he should say, on
someone else.

Abbigail. His Abbigail.

She was his, too. She could have
tried to escape or coax Aidan or one of his men for help, or even told them
that he’d stolen her from her home. Yet she’d kept silent. Not a word of his
doing or their plans had been whispered about.

He’d seen the way the men had
looked at her. If he had been free he would have slaughtered every single one
of them for looking at her like that...like they wanted between her legs. Only
one man would be moving between her thighs.

And soon.

Shit. Had he really just decided
that?

Damn right
, his body answered. He would
have her…soon.

Alrik ducked under the water and
floated below letting the cold water cool his boiling blood. He would be the
only one. Yes, his cock filled with blood, engorging into a hard rod even in the
cold water. If he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough he could almost
feel her lips against his, imagine what she’d feel like wrapped around his cock—wet
and tight—a hungry little muscle for him to plunder. He shivered at the
thought. He wanted her hands and legs clinging to him, holding on to him as he
sent her screaming his name in passion.

Alrik dove back to the surface
and sucked in a harsh breath. His cock throbbed. With a groan, he wrapped a
fist around it. Damn, he was hard as stone. He trailed his hand up and down the
hard rod but the pleasure wasn’t there at his own hand. If it were her
hand...that’d be a different story.

His mind filled with erotic images:
Abbigail kneeling before him with her mouth sucking his cock, her legs spread wide
with his head buried in her pussy, and her curvy body riding his cock with her
luscious breasts swaying in his face.

His hand moved up and down his
shaft, breath stuttering from his lips before he realized what he was doing.

“Alrik?”

He spun around guiltily, his
hands thrown up in the air at the soft voice. Slowly, his arms lowered back
down but his jaw was much slower to close.

Abbigail stood naked at the
water’s edge, water lapping at her small feet. Her breasts were bare, full with
small delicious pink nipples he wanted to suck on. Her waist dipped in then
flared out wide to a set of hips meant for a man to hold. The light caressed
her smooth legs making them shine. Her legs were strong but not overly muscular
or long.

Abbigail was a petite thing. A curvaceous
woman meant to be held as he fucked her. His cock throbbed, blood pumping hard
to the organ. He must tread carefully here for he would surely blow it if he
kept gazing at her nakedness.

“What are you doing?” he asked,
voice dry.

She swiped hair back from her
face, gave a tentative smile, and then came forward.

The water reached her knees
before she squealed and jumped two steps back. “It’s so cold!”

It was but if she thought to get
in here with him while he had an erection the size of a tower that had no
intention of going away, then he needed to keep her out. “It only gets colder
as you get in. Go back to the camp, Abbigail.” Even to his own ears his voice sounded
huskier. If she noticed it, she didn’t say so.