Dark Deceit

by Lauren Dawes

  ‘Bryn? Are you awake?’ he asked, kissing the nape of her neck again gently. She rolled over to face him. His hooded eyes let her know he had no interest in going to sleep anytime soon. She opened her mouth to answer him, but stopped when he placed two fingers against her mouth.

  Unable to wait any longer, she sucked one of those fingers into her mouth. She pulled on the digit, swirling her tongue around it. She sucked it deep into her mouth, showing him with her eyes that she wished it was something else belonging to him.

  Korvain groaned, his hips surging forward. He forced another finger past her lips and teeth, gaining access to the soft, warm, wet recesses of her mouth. Working on both digits now, she added her teeth to the suck and lick routine. Korvain’s eyes actually rolled back, his mouth opening just a little, so Bryn could see the two sharp points of his fangs.

  Moisture pooled between her thighs as she thought about him using them on her. Before Mares were routinely slaughtered, Kara had bedded a few and had shown no restraint in telling all of the other Valkyries what it had been like.

  Korvain withdrew his fingers from her mouth slowly, his dark eyes locked onto her face. ‘Do you know what you’ve just done?’ he asked, his voice husky.

  She shook her head.

  ‘You’ve given me an idea about what that luscious mouth of yours can do.’

  ‘Oh,’ she whispered. The truth was, just thinking about taking Korvain’s cock into her mouth to give it the same treatment made her squirm. He moved into her, raising his hand to her neck. His fingers moved toward her tattoo, but he stopped.

  ‘Can I touch this?’ he asked in a hushed voice. She nodded. His fingers brushed against the sword softly. ‘You know, when I saw Loki touching your tattoo, I wanted to kill him.’

  She shut her eyes. ‘I don’t want to talk about him.’ Bryn opened them again when Korvain’s fingers stilled. She smiled. ‘Tell me what you feel.’

  He stroked her neck again. ‘It’s hard and cold like real steel.’

  Didn’t she know it? It had taken her a long time to get used to it when the tattoo had first been done. Korvain’s warm hand was cupping her neck, his thumb making slow sweeps of her cheek and jaw.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ he eventually murmured.

  ‘What for?’

  ‘For taking your cloak.’

  ‘You took my cloak?’

  He nodded. ‘I did. I didn’t want you to rush into that situation without thinking it through properly. I could see that was what you were going to do, and you wouldn’t let me help you in any other way.

  ‘But if I hadn’t taken it, Loki wouldn’t have tortured you as brutally as he had and Kristy would still be alive. So for that, I’m so very sorry.’

  ‘Where is it now?’

  ‘I hid it in your office safe downstairs.’

  She frowned and Korvain straightened out the line between her eyes with his fingertips. ‘How did you get in there?’

  He grinned at her, looking oddly sheepish. ‘It’s a secret.’

  She should have been upset with him, but he’d been right to do it. Bryn placed her free hand on his chest. The warmth of his body felt so good beneath her fingertips. ‘You’re right. If you hadn’t taken it, I would have given it up to save the other two, but Loki would have still killed them, then me, and then Odin.’ She brought his fingers to her lips and kissed each one. ‘You saved our lives.’

  When her lips touched his skin, a fire began to burn in his eyes. Her lips parted. Korvain brought his hand to her collarbone and swept the back of his bent finger down between her breasts. He slowly slid his hand over one of her breasts through her thin cotton shirt, forming a wide circle around her peaked flesh. Bryn bit down on her lower lip to hold back the groan.

  His thumb flicked over her nipple, causing Bryn’s head to roll back. Leaning in, Korvain’s tongue traced a long wet line up the column of her throat. Bryn whimpered, pressing her breast into his hand.

  He chuckled deeply and pulled away. The mattress moved beneath her. When Bryn finally opened her eyes again, she found him looking down at her. ‘Stand up for me,’ he told her. Bryn slid from the bed, pulling the bottom of her short cotton boxers down from her waist to cover more of her legs. Korvain approached her slowly, his hooded eyes never leaving her face. She felt his gaze like a shiver down her spine.

  His palm found the nape of her neck as he slid his free hand down her neck, along her collarbone and onto her breast once more, dragging the top of her shirt down. Her nipples hardened under his touch. Her lips parted as he closed the distance between their mouths.

  Korvain’s tongue swept into her mouth, sliding and retreating, mimicking what she wanted him to do to another part of her body. He swallowed the moan escaping her lips. Bryn arched her back, her hands linking behind his neck, her fingers sliding into the short hair at the base of his skull.

  He pulled back and dropped his mouth to the breast he’d been kneading. Korvain massaged her through the shirt, his tongue flicking back and forth along her hardened flesh. Bryn had to squeeze her thighs together to stop herself from rubbing directly up against his body.

  He released the first breast and began working on the other. Bryn watched his mouth work her, watched his tongue lick and tease her, watched his teeth gently nibble at her. She saw his fangs, and gods help her, she wanted him to bite her right where his tongue was.

  Her hips rolled forward, her head tipping back. Bryn’s hands were in his short hair, moving him to where she needed him to be.

  Korvain drew back from her and stood up to his full height. He caught her mouth again, biting down on her lower lip, nibbling it until he pulled long groans from her throat. He thumbed her already sensitive nipples, rubbing against them until Bryn felt her knees weaken. She’d heard the expression a million times before, but never truly understood what it had meant...until now.

  He was breathing hard when he pulled back. Bryn hadn’t realized she was leaning into him so much, so when she stumbled forward, it was only Korvain’s arms that stopped her from going sprawling.

  She laughed breathlessly, the soft sound stopping when she saw just how dark Korvain’s eyes had become. She swallowed hard and stared up into his face.

  His fingers inched down her torso, brushing the skin between the bottom of the tee and the top of her shorts. With one swift movement, he removed her shirt and dumped it onto the floor beside them with a cocky grin on his lips.

  Her already over-sensitized nipples puckered further. Korvain hadn’t even touched her again yet. He was just staring at her with a hungry gleam in his eye, sending the muscles in her lower body into spasm.

  She whimpered as he took one of her breasts into his hand, lowering his mouth to the other. Without the cotton tee separating them now, all the sensations were magnified. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she held on as he suckled and plucked at her nipple with his lips.

  When he was finished with one, he gave the other the same treatment. She knew she was making soft mewling noises in the back of her throat, but she was unable to stop herself from making them.

  He released her nipple gently as he lowered himself to the ground at her feet. His mouth trailed down her torso, his tongue rimming her belly button before hitting the edge of her boxers. Bryn jerked uncontrollably when his fingers dipped below the elastic waist. She was suddenly nervous and Korvain paused, looking up into her eyes, asking her to trust him.

  She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded slightly. She felt the tug of Korvain’s fingers on the fabric then the cool air kissing the tops of her thighs.

  ‘Step,’ Korvain murmured. Without opening her eyes, Bryn held onto his shoulder and stepped out of one leg hole. ‘Now the other.’ She obeyed and stepped out of the other, letting out a shaky breath.

  ‘Open your eyes.’

  Bryn’s lids cracked open. Korvain was sitting back on his heels just staring at her. Her hands instinctively began to cover her breasts, and the juncture between her thighs, but she stopped whe
n Korvain shook his head.

  ‘Don’t cover yourself up.’

  She frowned. ‘You’ve said that to me before.’

  He gave her a small smile, standing. ‘That’s because you’ve tried to hide all your beauty from me before.’

  Bryn glanced down, a blush burning her cheeks. His hand under her chin drew her face toward his. He kissed her gently, deepening it when she relaxed into his hold and slung her arms around his shoulders. She opened for him, letting him slide his tongue inside. But as the kiss deepened, as his tongue demanded more, she gave him back some of what he was demanding.

  When her tongue dueled with his, he groaned and tightened his grip to the point of pain. Korvain slid his thigh between her legs and the sensation made her grind up against him. Gods, she was so wet already. She rubbed herself against the roughness of his pants, whimpering, panting, moaning for more.

  Korvain maintained the contact at their mouths and drew his arms around her waist until her feet no longer touched the floor. He walked them backwards, the softness of her sheets at her back once more.

  He seemed to stumble back unsteadily a few steps, his fingers already working at the button on his pants. Bryn sat up on her elbows and watched the show, biting on her lower lip.

  Korvain drew his pants down past his ass, over his thighs and calves before stepping out of them. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, so what she saw was his long thick shaft standing proudly in front of him. She gulped down and licked her lips.

  ‘Show me how you like to be touched,’ she whispered. She didn’t know where the words had come from—only that they had come.

  Korvain growled; his eyes drifted down her body as he gripped himself near the base of his cock. Slowly, he started moving his hand up and down, up and down, running his thumb over the crown with each upward stroke. Bryn was transfixed, watching him, wanting him. She loved how his head kicked back and his breath quickened. She wanted to be the one to do that to him.

  Sliding from the side of the bed, she fell to her knees in front of him, mirroring his previous position in front of her. Korvain looked down at her, a possessive heat in his already dark eyes. Licking her lips, Bryn wrapped her hand around his shaft, gripping him like he had been gripping himself.

  She started off slowly, matching the pace when his hands dropped away.

  ‘Gods,’ he gasped. She didn’t break eye contact except to watch how his abdominals contracted and released with his erratic, heavy breathing. She smiled, enjoying how much control she had over him, but also at how much trust he was placing in her hands.

  Leaning forward, she kissed him gently on the inside of his thigh, swiping her tongue against his skin. His hands swept through her hair, tugging it into a tight ponytail at the back of her head.

  ‘I want your mouth on me.’ His voice came out as one, long guttural growl that spoke to her mind and her body. With a smile on her lips, she leaned forward once more, her lips parted, her tongue ready.

  Korvain groaned loudly when her lips passed over his head and slid down his thick shaft. He tasted of his particular brand of spice and of a man—a strong, virile man.

  ‘I need to taste you again.’ The words were a rush against her eardrums. Bryn didn’t want to stop. She loved what she was doing for him, loved the little groans and sighs she was drawing from him.

  ‘Sh’mai, please,’ he begged. Bryn didn’t know the meaning of the word, but did as she was asked. She rose from her knees, her eyes still fixed on his cock. He pulled her in the direction of the bed, laying her down gently, her hips hanging off the side.

  Hooking her knees over his shoulders, he buried his head in between her thighs. There was no warming up. It was just his long tongue sweeping apart her folds, sending little electric sparks shooting off in every direction. Her hips jerked forward with every lap at her weeping heart. Korvain laughed and planted his palm between her hip bones to keep her still.

  It didn’t take long before a familiar ache had begun to build. Compared to Korvain, she was a virtual stranger to the orgasm, but she had definitely become acquainted with the early signs of release.

  Her heart was beating faster and faster in her chest. She felt the pressure beginning to bloom, and her hips lifted off the mattress again. Korvain stopped what he was doing to look at her.

  ‘Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,’ she pleaded. He smiled and resumed his oh so dedicated attention to bringing her. Her orgasm crested a wave so large it swept over her mind, body and soul. She was drowning in the sensation of having his mouth on her, his tongue in her. Then he slid his finger into her, bringing her again.

  She thrashed on the bed, still restrained by Korvain’s hand on her stomach, until sweat beaded and her heart felt as if it would beat right out of her chest. When at last her body had quieted, she sat up on her elbows and looked at Korvain down the line of her body.

  * * *

  Korvain’s eyes traversed all the soft and gentle slopes of Bryn’s body as his gaze drifted languidly up to her face. He was between her legs—in his opinion no sweeter place to be—and he had brought her to orgasm.

  The only thing bothering him right now was the fact he had called her Sh’mai. It was an elfish word loosely translated to ‘beloved of my soul’. He hadn’t meant to let it slip out, but it had. He just thanked the gods Bryn wasn’t familiar with the term. He was still trying to get his head around it.

  Korvain climbed up her body until he lay alongside her on the bed. Her body was fluid and boneless; she was a woman well satisfied. She touched his face gently, stroking his bottom lip softly. He knew she was trying to see his fangs again. He had felt the thrill that had run through her body when she’d seen them before. They were practically vibrating again now. But he would not take her blood this time. They had plenty of time for that.

  He captured her thumb in between his lips and bit down gently without breaking the skin. She gasped, her eyelids drifting to half-mast. His tongue swept over where he’d bitten, and she withdrew her finger.

  ‘I want to feel you, Korvain. All of you.’

  ‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ he murmured.

  ‘You won’t hurt me.’

  ‘You’re sure?’ he asked, his voice croaky. He had been dreaming about this happening ever since he’d started invading her dreams. She nodded. Her blonde hair was fanned out on the pillow beneath her, giving her every reason to look like the goddess she was.

  Propping himself up onto his arms, his hands beside her head, he lowered his body down until he was being cradled by her hips. He’d decided this was his most favorite place to be. His erection was a whisper against her opening.

  ‘Last chance to change your mind,’ he said.

  ‘I’m not going to change my mind.’

  He nodded and lifted his hips just a little. His weeping tip made contact with her slick heart, and he let out a sharp breath that puffed out his cheeks. Gods, she felt so good, and he’d only just touched her. Bryn lifted her hips up, forcing the contact he had so badly craved.

  Pushing gently, he began burying himself within her. He knew she was still a virgin, so he had to go slowly. He pushed a little further into the well of her body. Bryn gasped, her fingers latching onto his shoulders. Sweat broke out on his brow as he tried to maintain his gentle pace. When she gasped sharply, he froze.

  ‘I’ll stop,’ he said, regretting the words instantly.

  ‘No, don’t,’ she replied with a grimace, sucking in a breath.

  ‘I’m not going to hurt you, Bryn,’ he said darkly.

  ‘You’ll hurt me if you stop,’ she retorted. Her back arched off the bed, forcing more of him into her body. He felt her stretch to accommodate his width and he swore under his breath, attempting to pull free of her body.

  ‘More,’ Bryn whispered. ‘I need more of you.’

  She angled her hips to hold him within her. She was driving him crazy with her body. She was clearly in pain, and he was the one to cause it. He started to with
draw despite her little protests. They could try again later when she wasn’t recovering from torture.

  Bryn dug her fingers into his biceps, forcing him to look at her. ‘Make love to me, Korvain,’ she whispered.

  He searched her eyes, hoping to find the answer to what he should do.

  ‘Fuck me,’ she commanded when he didn’t react. ‘It’ll be the same the next time we do this. And I plan on doing this with you again.’

  With a soft growl, Korvain penetrated her, stretching her wider and wider until he could go no further. Bryn called out his name when he started to rock into her, the gentle rhythm creating the friction he had been longing to feel.

  ‘Gods!’ Bryn gasped, getting a tighter grip on his shoulder. He stopped.

  ‘Am I hurting you?’ he asked in a panic. Gods, he had never asked anyone that question so many times, but Bryn was different. Hurting her was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

  She looked into his face, smiling. ‘Yes, but it’s temporary. It will pass. I knew it would be painful, but I know what I’m asking for here.’

  He nodded reluctantly. ‘Okay.’

  Leaning down, he kissed her gently on the lips. Her tongue slid into his mouth, pushing against his. His hips arced against hers and she moved with him, absorbing the impact.

  Korvain was so keyed-up he knew he wouldn’t last long. Bryn just felt too good. It just felt too good being buried to the hilt within her. As if those thoughts were the catalyst, he felt the familiar tightening down low in his body.

  ‘Gods, I’m going to come,’ he managed to grit out. Before he had a chance to draw breath, Bryn surprised the Hel out of him. She flipped him over onto his back so she was riding him. Her face contorted at the deeper invasion.

  He panicked, trying to flip her back over again. ‘Bryn, no.’

  ‘Shh,’ she soothed with a forced smile. ‘Trust me. Just relax.’

  She took his hands and placed them on the top of her thighs. He swallowed, his eyes drifting down to where their bodies were joined. They travelled further up her lean stomach to her breasts which were swaying with the steady rhythm of her rocking back and forth on his hips.