The Fallen King: The Bellum Sisters 4 (paranormal erotic romance) (36 page)

That light swirled around his
hands slowly at first, then moving faster and faster. Alrik shook above her
like a weak little flower in a mighty storm. His muscles convulsed with pain.
Burning agony filled him in every inch of his body. He just wanted it to end or
for it to kill him. Anything for it to be over. He’d never felt anything so
intense before.

Just as he was considering
letting go, of quitting, the spiraling orange glow shot inside of Abbigail’s
body.

His heart surged as if unchained
from a heavy weight.

Her chest lurched up as if she’d
been shocked by a great power. Then it snapped up again. And again.

A long ragged hiss of air
sounded. He could almost see through her body to where her lungs expanded with
air and then released it. His ears picked up on the most glorious sound of all.

Bum bum. Bum bum.

The beat grew faster and faster
and then steadied out to a lovely cadence.

Her back arched deeply as her
arms jerked and twitched.

“Huuuuuuungh!” she gasped as her
lungs filled with air.

“Yes, my love. Come back to me
please,” he begged raggedly.

Finally, she blinked. The
blinding light started to fade as did the orange glow from his hands. Her chest
rose and fell.

His arms still shook. He was
terrified to lift his hands. What if it all stopped? What if when he took his
hands away and she went back to that dead, spiritless woman she had been?

Her head moved and her gaze met
his. Real shining eyes not glassy ones from death. His breath caught in his
burning throat.

He let his hands move up to cup
her face. Life didn’t leave her. She was really alive, breathing, and gazing up
at him softly.

Her eyes searched over his face. A
small smile turned up the corners of her lips.

“You’re beautiful,” she said. Her
voice sounded torn and ragged.

It was the loveliest thing he’d
ever heard. Something he thought he’d never hear again.

“I love you, Abbigail Krenshaw. I
won’t let you go that easily.” He kissed her, this time feeling her kiss him
back. Another dark chain released from around his heart, freeing him.

Pulling back from the kiss, he
pressed his forehead to hers. “You are mine now. There is no going back.”

She tugged on a lock of his hair
weakly and whispered, “As if I’d want to. Now why don’t you take me home?”

Gently he lifted her into his
arms. When he turned he stopped because all the demons stared at him with
wonder in their eyes. Even Aidan’s eyes held respect in them.

Slowly the vampire knelt on one
knee and the others follow suit.

“Hail the fallen king!” Aidan
said, his voice commanding.

His men followed suit. “All hail
the fallen king!”

Alrik stood straighter. Another
strange feeling came over him. One he hadn’t felt in a long time—respect.
Respect that he’d earned. As any true king would, he held his chin up high and
nodded once in thanks.

The demons grinned up at him,
even Aidan smiled though his was somewhat sadder.

Abbigail curled an arm around his
shoulders and waved back to the group. “Bye everyone.”

Alrik used the last of his
strength and magic and ported them home.

Chapter Twenty-four

A few days later

Abby fidgeted like a kid who’d
just stolen a cookie behind his mom’s back. It was the nerves, they were driving
her straight up the wall. But, what could she do about it? Nothing, she just
had to deal. Ha, yeah. Deal. Today was only one of the biggest days of her
life. She was being mated to Alrik by his brother Telal and she was meeting her
half-sisters Chloe, Willow, and Lily for the first time.

They were all going to be there.
Of course her mom would be there too. She’d already talked with her. Sure it’d
taken
a lot
of explaining as to where she was, what all had happened,
and why she was getting married. Yeah, that’d been a long story.

Abby started to breathe hard.

“Slow down. Just breathe in and
out,” she told herself.

It didn’t help. She sat on her
old bed, and put her face between her knees.

Maybe meeting her family so soon
wasn’t such a good idea after all. And where was Alrik? He was supposed to be
back already. He had to go back to his old castle to make “arrangements” for
the ceremony. Now that the curse had been broken, he and his brother seemed to
be making amends.

Everything would be fine. She had
healed up well, and Alrik had healed up gorgeously. The man had been sexy
before but now she’d have to beat women away.

Suddenly the energy changed in
the room as if all the atoms came together in one spot then exploded. Alrik
stood in her living room looking wonderful and alive. She still had a difficult
time adjusting to the golden skin, auburn hair, and violet eyes but she had no
complaints. He looked so...angelic now. Okay, maybe that was exaggerating it a
bit. He looked like a rugged
good
demon now and not one bent on world
domination.

His eyes caught hers and she
raced down the hallway and jumped into his arms. He caught her easily.

His mouth narrowed in and landed
on hers. The kiss quickly swept her up. It was eager, wet, and a bit heady. She
wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back with just as much energy. It
felt like they hadn’t been together in forever even though he’d left a few
hours.

They’d both been recovering their
energy for the better part of a week and neither had been able to be physically
intimate, but now her blood spiked with arousal.

Apparently so did his because his
tongue parted her lips with a sexy sweep and then dipped inside to lick her up.
A ragged moan left her at the touch, and her hips rocked in response. He tasted
delicious and felt so warm in her arms.

Yes
, her body told her.

Strong hands walked down her
spine to cup her ass. He held her like that with his hands kneading her through
her jersey skirt as he walked with her. She didn’t care where he took her. She
trusted him.

“I want you,” she whispered
against his lips.

He tore his mouth away, his hot
gaze colliding with hers. “We’re supposed to meet them for the ceremony in less
than an hour.” He sounded pissed as if he wished he had hours with her instead.
She had to agree.

Still…

She pressed her breasts against
his chest. “An hour is more than enough time for us to both come...”

His hands clenched on her ass.
She loved that little things she did could get some sort of a reaction out of
him. His lungs expanded hard as he sucked in a sharp breath and then his mouth
slammed down to hers.

Oh, yeeees!

Then they were walking backwards.
Abby tightened her legs around his hips until her core lined up perfectly with
the hard ridge tenting his pants. She rubbed herself against him and moaned. He
rubbed her just right.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

Her back hit the wall in the
hallway as if he couldn’t possibly make it all the way into the bedroom.

Hot lips and wet tongue kissed a
path down her neck. An erotic shiver coursed through her body, pulling her nipples
into hard points, making her sex dampen.

“I swear you wear these clothes
just to torment me.” He tugged the strap of her spaghetti strap tank to the
side then kissed over her shoulder, across her collarbone and worked his way
down to her breast.

“It’s just a tank and skirt,” she
panted. Where they were going to celebrate, it was supposed to be warm.

His hands slid under her skirt.
His touch burned the back of her thighs as his fingers curled around her. With
a hard tug, he spread her legs even further then thrust his hips up into her,
rocking his hard cock against her. The jersey cotton of the skirt and her scrap
of satin panties did absolutely nothing to stop her from feeling every hard
inch of him and she thanked God for small wonders.

“Hold on to me,” he ordered.

She obeyed in an instant, ready
to do anything so long as he continued to touch her. Her body was his to
command, and he did so expertly.

Abby crossed her arms over his
shoulders and held tight as he pushed her harder into the wall and braced her
there so his hands could run free. He touched her everywhere. Long, strong
fingers plumped and squeezed her ass, then ran a smoothing caress up her spine
then back down. He ran circles over her hips, squeezed the curve of her waist where
it met her hip. He touched her everywhere but where she wanted him.

Her mouth found his neck and
sucked his warm skin into her mouth. “Alrik, hurry.” She arched her hips
against him purposely sliding along his cock. Blazing need burned inside of
her. She needed to be filled by him to feel him filling her in only ways he
could.

A growl left him from deep in his
chest. The sound tickled her nipples.

“It’s going to be hard,” he
growled.

Her head fell back against the
wall. “Oh thank God.”

He chuckled as his chin pushed
down her top so her breast popped free and then his wet tongue circled her, and
his teeth tugged. Each touch seemed to be directly tied to her clitoris and he
knew it. Each little tug and pull felt like a seductive caress circling her wet
bud.

His mouth opened wide and then he
took her whole nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

Hands moved between her thighs.
Her breath caught in anticipation. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. She
heard the hiss of his zipper and squirmed.

All the while, his cheeks
hollowed as he sucked her nipple with that rough tongue, pulled on it with his
soft lips. Her hands flew into his glorious hair to hold on.

“
Yeees
,” she whispered
raggedly.

Finally, what felt like forever
later, his hands cupped her hips. She eagerly snaked her legs around his now
naked hips. Her undulating hips found his hard cock poised and ready for her,
but just as she pushed against him, his hands tightened on her to keep her
still. The damn satin of her panties blocked her from what she wanted. If she
had to get creative to get him inside her then she would.

Abruptly, he released her nipple
then gave her a wet, hungry kiss. They both breathed hard after that. He pulled
back and her eyes were slow to open. Her mind felt dazed like she’d spun around
really fast in a circle and was about to fall down. When she opened her eyes
his violet ones stared at her with so much passion and love her heart skipped a
beat.

“I love you, Abbigail.”

“I love you, too.”

Her voice broke as he grabbed her
undies in a fist and tore them from her body. Then he drove into her.

He did exactly as he said he
would. He took her hard. He was unforgiving in his powerful thrusts. Abby could
only hold on to him as he took her higher and higher. His hard cock filled her
over and again bumping and rubbing over parts of her that made her wild.

Their lips met and fought,
tongues lashing. She loved it. She loved everything about it. From how his
hands cupped her ass so tight, from the raw hunger shining in his eyes, to the
uncontrollable way he took her that just screamed:
I can’t get enough of
you.

“One right now,” he said, his
voice ragged as sandpaper.

Then he ducked to pull her nipple
back into his mouth.

That was it. Her entire body
started to tighten. The warmth started inside of her where his cock worked her
then pulsed outward on one heaving wave as she shattered.

He plunged into her as she fell
apart in his arms, shaking and trembling. He tore his mouth from her nipple.
“So fucking hot,” he growled.

Then he slammed his mouth back to
hers and pressed his fingers between her legs. She jerked.

“Alrik,” she moaned as an all new
warmth grew inside her. He rubbed his fingers across her bud in slow but sure
circles working her up as his hips slammed into her, shoving her back into the
wall.

“I want another one.”

Her hands curled into his hair as
her sex pulsed at his words. It was as if her pussy and his words were
connected. He said something hot and then she responded in kind.

“Anything for you.”

His sexy mouth curved up into a
grin. “Yeah, anything for me baby.”

Then he got serious between her
legs and made her scream his name as she came. Only after she finished
trembling in his arms did he thrust hard four more times, plant himself deep, and
then jet inside of her.

“Don’t set me down, I can’t walk
yet,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

His belly deep laughter sent her
into a fit of giggles and then he kissed her.