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“What the fuck?” Hùisdean quoted back to her. “I’ve told you that I'll start talking as soon as you want to tell me why you were prepared to die to protect me last night.”
All thoughts emptied from Ayda's brain. The only thing she could feel was Hùisdean's broad body pressed against hers, the heat searing through her clothing. Ayda was entirely unprepared for the wave of arousal that crashed into her body. Her thighs clenched together as she was suddenly hyperaware of the pulsing ache between her legs.
“I don’t…” Ayda gasped, struggling to turn her head to avoid Hùisdean’s eyes. “I said I didn't want to talk about it.”
Hùisdean growled again—a feral, untamed sound that made him appear more like a beast than a man. Ayda's body shivered all over. Instinctually, she found herself baring her neck towards Hùisdean while refusing to look at him head-on. He made a briefly satisfied sound and then slammed the brick beside her head.
“You don't want to talk about it?” Hùisdean punctuated his words with a hard thrust of his hips. Ayda's hands were pinned at her sides, and she failed to keep her strangled gasps contained. Hùisdean's face contorted into a satisfied smirk. “You're just as affected by us as I am, Ayda. You don't want to admit it, but I will.” He ground his hips against hers again, practically dry-humping Ayda against the wall. He was hard and thick against her, and the implications of how good he would feel inside of her were going to ruin Ayda.
“I…don't know...what...you're...talking about,” Ayda gasped. Her breathing was erratic, and she could practically feel how wet she was becoming. Hùisdean raised an eyebrow in challenge, towering over her like a dominating Viking lord. At that moment, he looked every inch like the avenging elven prince that he was, and Ayda was fighting every instinct in her body to rub up against him like a cat in heat.
“Yes, you do,” Hùisdean insisted. “I can’t deny it anymore—not after last night. Neither should you.”
Ayda squeezed her eyes shut. She was panting at this point, sucking in air like she couldn't get enough into her lungs. Her body was melting underneath Hùisdean's. He continued to rock his hips against hers, creating a dangerous sense of overwhelming, delicious friction. His erection was thrusting against her with a practically deadly rhythm, never allowing her to catch her breath and giving her just a tease of what sex with him would be like.
“We can’t.” Ayda shook her head. “Not now. The timing!” She could barely pant out the words. “Bad…timing.”
“Ah,” Hùisdean pretended to think this over. He leaned over Ayda until he was almost kissing her neck, his hot breath coasting over her skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Is it just the timing? The impending threat of doom? So you admit it's the scenario we've found ourselves in, and you have feelings for me?”
Ayda's mouth dropped open in angst and frustration that he had caught her.
“Fine,” Ayda admitted. “When I saw you and the draugr, I didn't think. I acted. I couldn't see you die in front of me.” She wanted to evaporate on the spot despite the exquisite torture Hùisdean was havocking on her body. The fact that he was doing it while barely touching her was something else she didn't want to spend too much time thinking about.
“Good enough,” Hùisdean grunted. His hands wrapped around Ayda's waist and gripped her tightly. “If that's all I can get out of you, then I'll talk if you won't. I haven't been able to think of anything but you for days. When I saw you running towards me to save my life, everything in my world shifted on its axis. I sound insane. I don't give a fuck. I've been called worse.” Hùisdean dropped to his knees, his fingers trailing down Ayda's thighs. She whimpered, letting her head fall back against the wall.
“I want to taste you.” Hùisdean looked up at Ayda, his green eyes practically glowing. “If you tell me to fuck off, I'll never bring it up again.”
Ayda thought of a million different reasons why this was a horrible idea. They needed to be working together; things might get awkward, and there was no way their lives could come together down the line...but the only thing she focused on was the sincerity in Hùisdean's eyes and the feel of his body so close to hers. Every other sense in her head drowned out her protests until they were obliterated from her mind.
“Yes,” Ayda choked out. “Yes, yes, oh my god.” Ayda started murmuring and couldn't stop, undulating her hips in Hùisdean's grasp. “Please, please, I need to feel you.”
Hùisdean made a happy noise, his fingers grabbing the waistband of her trousers. Before he could tear them off, Ayda caught his wrists, stopping him. Hùisdean stilled immediately.
“If we do this, it's only physical.” The minute Ayda said the words, some of the heat coursing through her blood cooled off. It felt wrong even as she said it, but she forced herself to get the words out. Her heart cracked when a flicker of disappointment and shame appeared in Hùisdean’s eyes, but he quickly buried it, his self-satisfied smirk returning.
“I can do that.” Hùisdean's grin was full of feral lust and promise.
Ayda's entire body shivered. Hùisdean wasted no more time. In one smooth motion, he ripped Ayda's leggings clean in two. He didn't even bother to pull them off entirely and pushed the fabric out of the way. He gripped the back of Ayda's knees and forced her legs open before seemingly changing his mind.
“What are you—fuck!” Ayda squeaked as Hùisdean grabbed her thighs and lifted them onto his shoulders. She leaned against the wall for support, almost entirely balanced on Hùisdean's broad body. His thick shoulders were spreading her wide open for him, and Ayda found herself wanting to cringe at the sudden vulnerability. She'd been reduced to the occasional pub hookup over the last few years and couldn't remember a time when anyone got this close to her pulsing core.
“Much better.” Hùisdean licked his lips like a starving man, his fingers tracing small patterns on her soft thighs. “You're a fucking work of art, Ayda. Do you know that?”
Ayda's fingers tangled in his long hair. Another wave of heat and arousal pulsed through her pussy, and her hips canted forward of their own accord. Hùisdean was stable enough that all her moving around on top of him didn’t even affect him.
“Touch me, please,” Ayda whimpered. She didn't recognize the sound of her voice. She couldn't ever recall a time when she'd been this mad with arousal.
“I’m going to do more than that, love,” Hùisdean promised.
Ayda opened her mouth to snap at him again but started moaning like an animal in heat.
Hùisdean's long, wide tongue licked a hot stripe up her pussy, and Ayda’s entire body started shaking. She was practically dripping down her thighs, and Hùisdean repeated the same motion.
“You taste divine, my little witch,” Hùisdean murmured, his words muffled between them as they caused vibrations up her center.
“Oh, god,” Ayda whined. “More, more, more!”
Hùisdean began to feast like a starving man. He traced the tip of his tongue around her clit before adjusting his grip on Ayda's thighs and repositioning her for a better angle. He began mercilessly fucking her with his tongue, alternating between wet strokes and soft sucks against her clit. Ayda's legs practically locked around Hùisdean's neck, but he only grunted in encouragement.
