His eyes glazed over with lust as he cleaned her with his tongue, then drew some of the wetness down to her asshole. It shouldn’t have felt good for him to rub her there, for his thumb to slide over the rim of her hole, but it did, by the gods it did. It felt so good that she came again from his touch, from the way he sucked her clit, from the way he worked against her asshole. When his hand wrapped around her throat, she screamed his name and saw stars.
He pulled her back from the wall, lowering her slowly until she was on the floor. “Hold onto me,” he ordered, and she did, half delirious as he broke open the closure of his pants.
His cock sprang free and she moaned at the sight of it, so swollen, red, and dripping pre-cum all for her. Erik squeezed the back of her leg, throwing it over his forearm. The position caused her hips to tilt to the side as he continued to spread her, then he pressed his cock to her pussy and rammed all the way to the base.
She screamed out, her voice growing higher in pitch as he slammed into her. He was brutal with her, possessive, grasping her neck and forcing her to watch him, to stare into his eyes as he undid her with his every stroke. He was in her, around her, taking her, claiming her, fucking her with wild abandon, but when they came together it felt like nothing else. Her pussy clamped down on him, begging for every single drop of come in his balls, and he gave it all to her.
When Erik pulled out of her, she thought they were done, but then he spun her around, pulled her ass back and ground against her. “This hungry little cunt is going to take me again,” he whispered into her ear.
“Erik,” she groaned, her nipples rubbing against the wall with his every move. “It’s too much, I can’t … I can’t.”
He smacked her ass, angled her hips, and thrust in so deep she cried out.
“You can.” Thrust. “You will.” Thrust. “You want this.” Thrust. “You want me,” he growled.
She screamed his name as he spanked her ass over and over, then she pushed back against him, spreading her legs, wanting to feel him deeper inside her, wanting to take him harder.
“Beg for it,” he groaned, nails pressing into her ass cheeks as he pulled her back.
Tears of pleasure poured from her eyes as she turned her head to his. “Please!”
“Please, what?” he commanded, fucking her harder, pushing her closer to the edge.
“More. I need more. Harder. Deeper. I need … I need you, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“Good girl,” Erik purred, then he bit her neck, and she came. Liquid rolled over her thighs but she didn’t care, too lost in her orgasm and the way he continued to fuck her. She ripped the belt apart, her hand grabbing his hair to hold him against her as he continued to use her pussy, to pound into her with utter abandon.
They came once more. Then he took her on the floor. He made her ride him on the couch, bent her over the chair, then ate her as if she was his favorite meal on the dining room table, before he took her again. They washed each other in the shower, and Erik ate her once more. He drew her a bath to ease her body, but she had moved past the point of no return, and when he neared the bathtub, she took his cock into her mouth and sucked him until he came, swallowing it all.
They relaxed for an hour together in one another’s arms, until he moved them to the bed, where he gently took her again and again. She slept for hours afterward, naked and basking in the warmth of his body until mid-afternoon, when he brought her breakfast and made her come once more.
Every word, every caress, every time he slid inside her was a reclaiming of her heart and her soul, and she would stay by his side until the day time stood still.
EPILOGUE
The corruption they’d uncovered implicated six other members of The Council. Erik and Mya were part of the teams that hunted down the perpetrators, tortured them, and uncovered their secrets.
They did their best to find those that had been harmed and get them justice, but Erik also had to fill his seat on The Council. At Greg’s, Dani’s, Johanna’s and Mya’s urging, Luke finally agreed to take one of the open seats. Merida took another, and they eventually filled the remaining seats with good, dedicated people who wanted a better world for vampires and all immortals.
The answer was to create The Agency, a place where anyone, even humans, who had suffered at the hands of an immortal could go for help. The Agency was the answer against war, against the darkness and tragedy they had suffered. It was how they planned to create a better world for their future generations.
Generations like Mya and Erik’s double set of twins, and the baby currently kicking in her stomach. It had taken years of therapy and vulnerability to get to this point, and even then, Erik sometimes found himself absorbed in the bleakness of his world, reliving all those years without Mya.
But they were happy, and when he looked at her, when he felt their unborn child kicking in her stomach, when he saw the wedding band on her finger, the wall of photos of their family, when he heard the laughter of their children, even their fighting and tantrums, it all made sense. It was all worth it. And if he had to, he would do it all again, go through every moment of suffering, just to get to this brilliant, beautiful space with her.
His wife.
His queen.
His goddess.
The mother of his children.
The other half of his soul.
Fagr skjaldmær min.
