Текст книги "The Fallen King"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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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.

She stood straight at his words, a look in her eyes...a look with strength and desire floating under the surface. She took a deep breath and slowly waded in...towards him.

He flexed his abs in response. The pain it sent to his ribs did nothing to weaken his erection. His gaze fell from her face to her soft breasts glistening, bobbing in the water. His lips parted at the sight; his mouth suddenly dry as dirt.

“What are you doing, Abbigail?”

She was only a few feet away. He could see her shoulders trembling. Damn. She was cold. He didn’t like that. Before he thought twice about it or tried to deny what he wanted, he reached forward and pulled her into his body. Heat flared between them creating a unique polarizing sensation in the water from hot where their bodies touched and cold where the water licked at them.

Abbigail gasped and as quick as a snake wrapped her arm around his neck pulling herself closer. They buoyed in the water, legs slowly kicking to keep afloat. She had yet to discover his erection but it was only a matter of time. If she touched him...he didn’t know if he’d be able to not push himself inside of her, test her tightness, and see how wet he could make her. She was naked, her pussy bare and close, and within reach. It was almost too much. Alrik bit hard on the inside of his cheek to distract himself.

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t need any help. And, I brought the soap.” She held up the yellow bar he’d managed not to see before. He watched her with wary eyes. She reached behind him to lather her hands then started rubbing her fingers in his hair. Her touch was gentle, seductive. When she reached his scalp, his cock pulsed. Each gentle tug in his hair felt like a stroke of his cock.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, Abbigail,” he warned.

“I think I do,” she whispered, her voice so close to his lips.

Their eyes met and locked together. With his eyes he tried to tell her that if she wanted to back out now was the time. After he touched her, really touched her, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

With her fingers moving so gently through his hair, washing him, and her eyes gazing at him with such gentleness, as if she cared, something changed. A wall dropped around his heart. It couldn’t be a good thing because the wall he’d erected had only dropped once and the person who it dropped for was now dead because of him. Still, he felt that wall shifting, moving, and dropping.

He snaked his arms around her waist, pulled her breasts into his chest. The soft globes flattened against him and hard peaks rubbed against him. For some reason, he felt the urge to tell her the truth. He didn’t want their last angry words to be hanging between them.

The words spilled from him. “I wasn’t wiping your taste from my lips.”

Her hands stilled in his hair. “What?” He heard the passion, thick and husky, in her voice.

“I was afraid you’d taste the blood on me. I don’t want you to taste that.”

Her eyes widened with a feminine softness, and then she rubbed her wet naked thigh on the outside of his.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

* * *

Nothing had ever felt more right. There were times in life where Abbigail had been in just the right situation to have something good happen to her, and when that something good happened, a euphoric giddiness filled her. She could hardly stop smiling. Right now in Alrik’s arms, she felt that same feeling.

Alrik wasn’t just some coincidental event. He was a flesh and blood demon who was trying so very hard to resist her. She could see the war in his eyes, the way his gaze darted to the shoreline and around them as if trying to search for a reason to get away from her. He wanted her. He wanted her as badly as she did him. She was done fighting it.

At first, it’d been anger that made her stomp down to the riverfront. She was gonna give him a little piece of her mind, but when she’d watched him, naked, vulnerable and wearing a grimace on his beautiful mouth from the pain she knew she couldn’t do it. No way, it didn’t feel right. She knew exactly what she did want to do.

She dropped her clothes among his on the ground then, and before she knew it she was in his arms with his hard chest pressed tightly against hers. She shivered at the touch. Her nipples took in every single touch of them and shot spikes of pleasure to her needy center. She wanted to rub her chest against him to alleviate the burning wet, pulsating heat inside her. Her hands were soapy, entwined in the soft strands of his hair.

“You’ve made your decision, Abbigail. There is no taking it back.”

Her heart stuttered at his words. She’d been playing it so casual as if she got naked in front of men all the time and just threw herself at them. When in fact her heart raced wildly and her body shook with need. He was so much bigger up close and naked. The man had a powerful, strong body. A warrior’s body that needed a woman’s touch. And she was going to give him what he needed.

She licked her dry lips a second before he groaned and crushed his mouth onto hers.

Yes, yes! she wanted to scream.

His kiss drove her mad. His kiss consumed her body and mind. Her hands tangled in his hair to keep him from moving. Their lips meshed and when his tongue slid along her lips, she parted them so he could enter. The kiss turned consuming, their breaths mingling, tongues exploring tastes. His was masculine, heady...sexy.

They fought for the kiss, heads turning left then right to get the better angle. He was trying to outmatch her, but she refused to roll over for him. Well, unless he asked her too.

Their tongues twined, wet lips fusing and sucking. A deep groan growled from his chest and reverberated all the way down her spine. She squirmed in his arms needing more. The kiss wasn’t enough. His touch made her wet and ache to have him between her thighs. She needed to be touched.

She slid her hands out of his hair and down his chest. Her hands had a mind of their own. She had to feel him everywhere. Finally, she had her hands on him. His skin was hot, smooth, and firm at his chest. But that’s not what she wanted to feel. Tongues rolling together, she slid her hands down low, leaning back just enough to slip her hands down his hard chest, over the hard rolls of muscles. His stomach twitched under her touch and a sense of power flared inside her.

She could do this. She could make this big, bad demon unravel beneath her very fingertips. With that thought, she reached down to encircle his shaft.

He tore his mouth away on a growl; she moaned. Her fingers didn’t even touch around his thickness.

Their eyes locked and she said the first thing that came to her mind. “You’re big.”

His hands slid down and squeezed her ass, his touch not gentle but hard and possessive.

“Oh God,” she moaned. She loved his rough touch. Would he be rough in all ways?

Then she was thrust away from him.

“What’s wrong?” she breathed. Fire burned in her veins. She waded towards him but he shook his head stopping her.

He ducked under the water and she saw the soap bubbles float up to the surface. Then he burst to the surface, swam towards her so fast she could only gasp as his shoulder hit her stomach and he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her back to shore.

“Oh!” Yes, she liked this, she thought. They needed a hard surface. A soft moan left her as she trailed her hands up and down his strong back. Muscles rippled under her touch. He was so solid and built. She wanted to feel his heavy weight on top of her, wanted to feel his big cock thrusting inside her. Reaching even further, she cupped his tight ass.

He growled, the sound like a warning and then she was flipped around and her back hit the grass. He stood above her, his gaze devouring her. It was the look in his eyes that made her heart feel so full. He looked at her as if he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life…like he’d never wanted one so badly. Surely he had, she was hardly model worthy with her plain brown hair and simple figure, but under his gaze she felt like the goddess Aphrodite.

He dropped to his knees in front of her. Of their own will, her legs spread open bearing herself to his gaze. His eyes dropped to the neediest part of her, and if possible, his gaze burned brighter. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and she squirmed.

“You light me on fire,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Abbigail shivered but not from being cold. “Then touch me.”

Alrik in all his dark beauty bent over her, his hands cupping her thighs, his gaze locked on that center part of her. The first touch of his lips to her thigh sent her muscles tightening. She squirmed and wriggled, her thighs fidgeting but his grip only tightened, trapping her for his touch. He pressed kisses up her thigh, so close to the hot center of her. A soft moan escaped her. Her pussy was on fire, her bud swollen and throbbing to be touched. Instead of touching her there, he moved to her other thigh and pressed kisses up it.

“Beautiful Abbigail,” he murmured huskily.

His words made her heart jump. He never said things like this to her. They softened her heart, and melted her.

Her nipples pulled into aching hard points. They were so hard they hurt. She cupped them, pinching her own nipples to ease the ache, but Alrik caught her hands and with a growl, shoved them away to cup her breasts himself. Rough hands squeezed and plumped her, and then finally his fingers found her hard nipples and pulled. Pleasure mixed with just a hint of pain and a flood of moisture filled her sex.

“Alrik!”

She lifted her weak neck to look at him. He looked like a man lost, his eyes hazy with passion, and his chest moving hard to breathe. Then, in a jerky move, he moved back between her legs, kept his hands pawing at her breasts, and then she felt it. The first fluttery touch so soft she almost missed it. Her entire body tensed, waiting for it.

It came again. The soft pass of his tongue over her. The hunger in his gaze belied the slow and gentle movements. The difference threw her, left her confused and yearning. She didn’t want soft and gentle, she needed hard and firm. As if sensing her turmoil he gave her the opposite. Soft and wet his tongue passed in long swipes against her flesh, sucking her lips, then gentle nudging her bundle of nerves. She quivered. If not for his arms keeping her down she would have jolted up to hold his head to her.

“Please,” she begged, barely recognizing her own voice. She wanted to tell him that she didn’t need all this foreplay. She was already so close to coming, she just needed his cock inside her and she’d explode.

Then his tongue dipped across her in earnest. He narrowed in on her bud and flicked it gently, swirling slowly around her neediest part. Where he touched her became the focal point of all feelings. One hand traveled down over her stomach. His fingers spread out on her stomach making her realize his hand was big enough to almost cover her and then his hand massaged her inner thigh while his tongue tortured her.

“Faster,” she panted.

Just a little bit more and she’d fly apart. Just faster, a little harder, and all the pent-up energy boiling inside her would spill over.

But he slowed down his movements instead. His tongue twirled around her lazily, torturing her. A finger trailed over her wet slit, pushing slowly inside. Her breath caught as a new fullness filled her. Then he pressed deep, all the way in and she moaned, her head whipping side to side. Her hands curled into the grass and she yanked out chunks. Sweat beaded on her skin. Warmth filled her chest and face, flushing her.

Then something magical happened. His finger curled inside her and stroked something raw and erotic while his mouth latched onto her bud and sucked hard. He had known exactly what he was doing this whole time.

Her body arched off the ground as a strangled cry tore from her throat. He brought her up to peak hard and fast. Her cries rang in her ears as her body swept up to a great peak and shattered. Her body clung to his finger, massaging it; her hips jerked and shook against his talented mouth.

He gentled his movements, slowly thrusting his finger in and out and languidly licking at her as he brought her back down to earth.

The pleasure faded slowly like it didn’t want to leave. It lingered. She tried to open her eyes but it took several tries before she could actually do it. Her whole body felt relaxed and lethargic. Still, she was ready to have him inside her. She lifted up on her elbows and looked down at his dark head between her legs.

“Alrik...”

His eyes flicked up to connect with hers but he still licked at her as if he had all the time in the world. Then he pulled his finger out from her and she watched with a soft moan as he sucked her wetness from his finger.

“Your body burns for me, Abbigail.”

He lifted up onto his knees and his head fell back as if he was looking up at the stars. She licked her lips at the sight of all that strong muscle, then her eyes locked on his cock, hard and erect standing straight out from his hips. Her sex quivered at the sight. She wanted him to fill her up. Sitting up, she reached forward and grasped him in her hand.

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.