The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) (20 page)

His head jerked forward and he
looked lost for a moment, and then his lips crashed down on hers. The kiss was
fierce and hurried, their tongues whipping at each other. She couldn’t keep
from stroking him, from squeezing his girth, and wetting her palm with the liquid
at the tip. Pulling back, she looked into his lost eyes.

“I want this inside me.” She
squeezed his cock for emphasis.

His eyes darkened, smoldered.
“Are you sure about that?” She stroked him up and down, loving the way he shuddered
under her touch.

She gulped and spoke honestly. “I
don’t know if I’ve ever been more sure about anything.”

That was answer enough for him because
one second she was sitting before him, cupping his erection, and the next she
was flat on her back, his heavy weight pressing her into the ground. She spread
her legs wide to fit his hips and still it was a tight fit. His shaft explored
her entrance making her breath catch.

This was so different from
anything she’d ever done before. They were eye to eye. Her hands swept up into
his long hair to hold him and he fisted his hands in the ground by her head.
She felt completely caged in, safe, and her heart pounded from it. The heavy
weight of him covered her in a primitive way.

His cock bumped her, slipping inside
slowly. She couldn’t hide her surprise. He didn’t plunder her as she’d thought
he would. Instead, he slowly filled her up and spread her open. It was a tight
fit, but she couldn’t complain at the feeling. Her moans were testament to
that. And when he thrust that final way in, they both stared into each other’s
eyes.

“Abbigail,” he groaned, lines
creasing his forehead. She could feel the restraint in his body, in the way his
arms trembled and his eyes warred with him to thrust and take.

“Alrik,” she answered. Then she
leaned up and caught his mouth.

They were connected in all ways—bodies
pressed tightly together, lips locked, sexes joined, and only then did he move.
He pulled his hips back, his cock dragging through her wet, tight flesh causing
a symphony of erotic sensations flaring through her body. Then he plummeted
back in on a groan that she kissed away.

Something moved in her heart at
his movements. He wasn’t fucking her, wasn’t just taking from her. He was
seeing to her pleasure first. Even if she’d wanted to, there was no way to keep
her heart from leaping in her chest at the close connection. This wasn’t
fucking. She just couldn’t dare think what it was instead.

He moved faster, his rhythm
building, their kiss never breaking. He felt so good inside her; so full,
thick, and hard. Nothing had ever felt so good. She didn’t want it to end. Every
time he filled her he pushed her closer, his hips grinding against her bundle
of nerves. She lifted her hips into him, accepting him, taking him.

He breathed raggedly. His muscles
flexed so hard and tight she could feel his muscles trembling from the effort.

Finally, she tore her mouth away
to breathe and he buried his face in her neck panting. Then he let himself go.

He pounded into her, moved hard
and fast just the way she needed…almost to the point of overwhelming her. Her
nails scraped down his back at the feelings racing through her.

They were wrapped in the moment
together, bodies fighting to obtain release, breaths scattering in the wind.
When his rhythm faltered, she knew he was close. She arched her hips into him
at each thrust, her breath catching as her pleasure mounted. Then he filled her
on a hard thrust, and she was torn apart by the seams. She screamed, heard his
name leave her lips, heard his groan as he slid deep and spurted inside her,
shaking like a leaf in her hands.

The moment faded slowly. Her breathing
slowed. Their temperatures returned to normal, but she didn’t want to let him
go. He felt so good in her arms. She hugged him to her, felt his lips kiss her
neck, and then he pulled away, and slipped out of her. She winced at the action
knowing she’d be sore after that, but it was worth it.

He dropped to the ground beside
her and she didn’t hesitate to crawl over him, tossing an arm and leg over him,
and burying
her face in his neck. She loved his scent, so
masculine and raw. She’d never really noticed it until now. Now things were
different though. He pressed a kiss to her temple and she let sleep take her
knowing she was safe in his arms.

Chapter Fourteen

The next morning Abby woke up
feeling refreshed and excited. She couldn’t hide her grin seeing Alrik still
asleep beneath her. It was a small victory, but a good one to have finally woken
up before him. Quietly, she pulled on her clothes, pressed a soft kiss to his
lips, and then darted into the woods. She needed some time to think and her
belly growled like a grizzly bear. For once, she was going to bring the food to
him.

Now that the fog of lust had
faded she had no idea where they stood. She really wanted to find out though.
Now that they’d crossed that particular boundary, she wanted to discover what
else was there. She liked him. The thought had her laughing, but it was true.
She did. She really liked him. She liked that he could be sweet with her. She
liked how tender he’d been when he touched her. She liked his strength and the
way he’d fought to win that challenge for her—which she had no doubt he would
have won if they hadn’t cheated.

Yes, she really liked him. She liked
a crazy ass demon who wanted her to commit murder. The scenario might sound irrational,
but she’d seen too many things since coming to the rift for it not to be true—
idummi
demons, alien plants, a deadly thunderstorm, and a randy vampire who wanted to
take more than a bite out of her.

A shiver raced down her spine.
Even through it all, Alrik had proven himself responsible by caring for her,
and she hadn’t missed that look in his eyes last night. Did she know what it
meant yet, no, but she wasn’t going to stop thinking about it until she figured
it out. He’d looked at her like...like he’d finally found something he’d been
looking for.

Her heart flip-flopped, pulling
tight like too much air filled her chest. She rolled her eyes at her own
ridiculousness. What she needed was a good smack upside her head to get her
thoughts back in line.

“Don’t go stroking your ego,
Abby,” she muttered.

So he wasn’t a “bang” a girl kind
of guy, maybe he was that tender with all the women he’d been with.

So maybe what they had wasn’t
quite special. Damn but she didn’t believe that. Not after what she’d seen in
his eyes, and it hadn’t just been in his eyes but in the way he’d kissed her ,
touched her, and held her. She’d had casual sex before, but what they’d shared
last night didn’t feel like that. He’d touched her as if she mattered.

Whether it was because of the
incredible sex or just because she felt spry this morning, she found herself
wanting to do something special for him. Those
futhorc
animals were all
over the rift so she headed into the trees keeping her steps soft and quiet as
she hunted.

She’d even use her magic to
practice on it. Today she wanted to try something more powerful. After the spell
she casted on the rogue demons she had a newfound confidence in her abilities.
If she could do that then she could take down a little animal for breakfast.

Her new found-again powers worked
at a thought and a feeling. If she concentrated hard enough she could slow an
animal’s movements, block them with an invisible barrier, or whatever else she
could conjure up with her mind. What she couldn’t do was call forth the dead
like Alrik did in that castle. There’d been a dark, black energy around him
like cigarette smoke. The black bony hands had worked to slow down and take
down the demon coming for him, but she couldn’t help but wonder how he became
so accustomed to such dark magic.

Light rose sharply in the sky by the
time she bagged a
futhorc
and headed back to the lake. She had a big
smile on her face that didn’t seem to want to go anywhere and she embraced it.
She hadn’t felt this good since...before Alrik took her and even then her life
had been heading towards a boring routine of working five days a week for eight
hours or more a day. Not necessarily an ideal way to live, but such was life.
The daily grind was a necessary evil. After all, she couldn’t live without
making money.

Just as she neared the path that
sloped down to the lake, a mighty roar blared. There was no mistaking the voice
behind that awful sound. It wasn’t the first time she heard him yell like that.
The demon had a yell that could launch an army into war.

 Heart galloping, she sprinted
down the slope, fear gripping her. Something was wrong. He needed her. She
skidded over the grass and rocks kicking up dirt and sliding across them before
coming to a hard stop. It took her a second to comprehend what she saw.

He was fine.

He was dressed. No
idummi
demons or rogue demons attacked him, no wild storm had been summoned to drown
him, and yet he looked beyond pissed off. His teeth flashed in a snarl, his
hands were fisted loosely at his sides, and his legs were spread as if he was
ready to attack.

“Where the hell have you been?”
he growled.

Abby stiffened at his harsh tone,
her jaw clenching as anger built inside her. This was what she got? After the
fear-gripping moment she just had?

“I woke up before you and thought
it’d be nice if I went and got breakfast for once.” She could feel the ugly,
bitchy attitude sneaking up inside her and hated it. Things shouldn’t be like this
the first morning after sharing something so shattering. A feeling close to
grief, heavy and loaded, filled her heart.

“That was stupid. Anything could
have happened to you out there and I wouldn’t have been there to stop it!” His
sincerity didn’t help her to feel any better.

His reasoning may have been to
protect her but that wasn’t how she saw it. She tossed the dead animal at his
feet, her appetite gone. “You know what, I’m a grown woman and I happen to be
able to survive just a bit on my own. I don’t need you for everything.”
Asshole
,
she added silently. That loaded feeling kept getting heavier and heavier in her
chest like a balloon swelling. If it grew any fuller, her heart would start
tearing in slow agonizing rips.

 She knew this feeling and she
hated it because it meant she wanted to cry, that she’d let him get to her on a
deeper level. He was able to hurt her now. Fucking great.

He looked down at the dead
futhorc
and, if anything, looked more pissed. The muscle over his right eye twitched; a
muscle popped in his jaw. What the fuck was wrong with him?

She’d heard of the ‘awkward next
day’ after having sex with someone for the first time, but this wasn’t how it
usually played out, or so she assumed. She didn’t make a habit of sleeping around,
and she really didn’t stay the night with the man if she did. Yeah, talk about
awkward. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind that things might be awkward
between her and Alrik, especially not over something so simple. Sure, she
didn’t know where they stood, but things didn’t have to be like this.

“I’m very aware that you’re a
grown woman, Abbigail.”

The way he said it, reminded her
intimately of how he’d felt thrusting inside her last night. A blush colored
her cheeks and she could do nothing to hide it.

Crossing her arms, she glared at
him to hide the hurt burning inside her. Anger was so much easier to deal with
because being angry was easy. Being hurt was more intense, because then she’d
have to analyze why he’d hurt her feelings and what that meant to her, what he
meant to her, and she wasn’t going there.

Nope, not at all.

“We’ll practice new spells and
then get moving.”

“I already did. How do you think
I managed that?” She nodded to the dead animal. She’d managed to make the small
animal’s heart stop beating in an instant. It had been painless and swift for
the creature. However, if she tried the spell again it wouldn’t work. Already,
she could feel that her power had dwindled from the effort that spell had
taken. She would need some time to recharge her batteries, so to speak.

Alrik frowned. Ignoring the way
his lips looked would have been the smart thing to do but yeah, right. Impossible.
They only reminded her of how he kissed her so hungrily as if he couldn’t get
enough of her. Well, apparently that all changed today. He had had quite enough
of her.
Asshole
.

His eyes closed and a shudder
wracked over him. “Control your anger, woman. I can feel it.”

Every single time he told her
what to do, she wanted to grab fistfuls of her hair and pull as hard as she
could. He managed to make her want to act like a child, stomping her feet in
the dirt, screaming, and crying her frustrations. She really wanted to do all
those things but she couldn’t. Adults had to fight in a big-kid way.

So, she glared at him.

Her fingers bit into her biceps
causing little flickers of pain to snap in her brain. She knew she wasn’t
really that mad, just fucking hurt. Which, of course, was worse. She hated
this. She didn’t want to fight with him after what happened last night. What
they’d done hadn’t just been sex and it certainly hadn’t been fucking. They’d
been as close as two people could get. They’d shared something special. Oh
jeez, she rolled her eyes at her own sappiness. Now she was just being
ridiculous.