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

by Grey, T. A.

  “You shouldn’t have left me,” he said in her ear. His voice was deep, husky. A shiver raced down her body.

  “Why? It’s not like you didn’t find me anyway.”

  His cheek pressed up against hers, warming her cold one, and creating an ache inside her. An ache to turn her head so their lips would line up and he’d be kissing her. Her heartbeat picked up, rapping faster against her ribs. She was suddenly rather warm in his arms.

  “You can’t ever leave me, Abbigail.”

  The sincerity in his voice made her heart skip a beat. “What?”

  He tightened his arms around her as if to prove a point. “The seer should have told me. I had no idea it’d be like this.” His arms tightened more, nearly cutting off her air. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you crawl into a space inside me that even Arianna never touched?”

  Her breath hitched. “What?” Her vocabulary had apparently diminished down to one word questions.

  “I-I can’t go through with it. I can’t do it. I can’t risk it.” He sounded as if talking to himself.

  “Alrik, what are you talking about?”

  He shook his head, knocking hers in the process. “I can’t do it. I can’t put you in danger. If I did it, again...I could never live. Never, ever.” He was whispering now, his voice hoarse.

  Abby spun around in his arms, plastering her chest to his, her hands in his hair, bringing their lips close. She stared into his eyes. The raw pain she saw made her heart ache.

  “What are you talking about?” He shook his head and she tightened her grip in his hair. “Answer me, honey, please.” Something big was happening here, she just didn’t know what exactly. But, she was finally going to find how what had guilt eating him up inside.

  “I can’t do it. You’ve made me care.” Wetness formed at his eyes.

  She couldn’t have been more shocked if he struck her right now.

  A single tear slid down his dark cheek. Yet his expression was stoic and distant, his eyes not meeting hers. “You’ve made me love again, and I can’t do it. I can’t put you in danger.”

  Her heart leapt flying high as a bird, but still the words were surrounded in agony. “Honey, what are you talking about?” She wrapped her legs around his waist, looped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed kisses to his cheeks and along his straight nose. “Please, just talk to me.”

  God, something huge was happening but she didn’t know what to say or do to take the pain out of his voice. She wanted to focus but she was still floating on high after his subtle declaration.

  He loves me.

  One strong arm snaked around her waist and his hand slid up under her shirt. Her breath caught at the skin on skin contact. “Alrik?” She held him tighter as she pressed her face into his warm neck.

  “She wins. I’ll never be who I was. She’s won. I can never lift this curse.”

  He sounded defeated, and she winced.

  “Why not? Isn’t that why I’m here?”

  “Not now. I won’t put you in danger. I won’t risk it.”

  Abby squeezed her eyes shut. She supposed now was the time she’d get the other answer she wanted. Just what did he have planned for her after she killed his mother?

  “You have to tell me what you’re talking about, Alrik, because I don’t get it. Why don’t we just go and kill the old bitch?”

  Tension filled his shoulders. She could feel them harden beneath her grip.

  He pulled back forcing her to meet his eyes. A long moment dragged out between them and then he spoke and shattered her world. “If you kill her you’ll die.”

  She blinked, swallowed, and tilted her head in confusion. “What?” Now she tensed. Her throat struggled to work.

  “The seer says that you are the only one who can kill her, but if you do then you’ll die with her.”

  “How?” she croaked.

  “I don’t know. He didn’t say. So now do you see?” He grabbed her shoulders and shook her to make his point. His crazed eyes beseeched hers.

  Oh, she saw a few things. All the pieces finally fit together, she just wished that maybe they didn’t because she didn’t like how the puzzle looked after it was put together. It wasn’t a pretty one.

  He would have let her die for him. He would have sent her to her death to remove his curse. Inside it felt like two hands were tearing her heart in half. One part of her understood. He hadn’t know her then and neither of them felt about each other like they did now. However, the other part didn’t care. The other more emotional part wept with white-hot pain in her heart that he’d see her die.

  How could he?

  Pain sat in her chest like a heavy weight. Pain at what he’d kept hidden from her after all that they shared and pain for him.

  Fiery emotions tore at her. It shouldn’t be like this. He didn’t deserve to have to live with this curse. It wasn’t his fault. If she didn’t kill his mother then it would be her fault that he lived with this curse.

  Then Abby might as well be the one who cursed him, because by not helping him she was making sure he stayed cursed. She’d be the reason why every time he looked in the mirror he saw somebody else’s reflection. The only one who could fix him, who might have a shred of hope at saving him from the curse, was her.

  But, she’d have to die to save him.

  Tears pools in fill her eyes and slipped down her cheeks in streams. Only by the strength inside her did she manage not to burst into sobs like she wanted to. Never once had she sobbed and cried hard before but right now, she did. The burning pain in her needed release. It had to go somewhere.

  She wanted to scream her rage to the heavens at the unfairness of it all.

  However, she didn’t do either of those things.

  Instead, she embraced the demon in her arms, the demon she loved, and kissed him with every ounce of that beautiful love inside her.

  The kiss was raw, wild, and a little unhinged. His lips moved against hers as if trying to memorize the feel of them. A soft sob escaped her at the thought.

  Somehow it felt as if she was losing him. They went at each other like ravenous beasts…like people who didn’t have much time left together.

  Tongues stroked in hot, wet strokes, hands clung and teased. Both of them moved, reaching under each other’s shirts and pulling them up and off.

  With an irritated grunt, Alrik struggled over the clasp of her bra.

  That one little action made her giggle. The hot poke of pain in her chest lessened as his strong fingers fumbled over the three little hooks. He didn’t find it so funny and cursed in Demonish. Another fit of giggles swept over her that dried away her tears and left her feeling light as feather. As he finally got one hook open, then another she took the opportunity to run her hands over his round shoulders, and down the warm skin of his back. So strong and hard. She loved the way he felt, loved the dips and contours of his muscles.

  “Fuck!” he cursed. Finally, the bra straps slid down her arms then he ripped away the offending material. Without missing a beat, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her until one tender nipple was at mouth level, and then he sucked it hard.

  She gasped, her hands threading in his hair for anchor. He suckled her. Warm lips tugged and tortured her sensitive peak. Raw heat kindled inside of her as wetness dampened between her legs in a flood. With that one masterful touch she was ready for him...more than ready.

  “Alrik,” she gasped.

  His mouth released her breast with a wet pop, and then he opened that sexy mouth wide and latched onto her other breast. Oh my. Her eyes rolled back into her head and it turned into a struggle to keep the heavy weight of her head up.

  Fuck it, she thought. It fell back, which worked out great because it pushed her nipple even further into his mouth and he didn’t waste the opportunity. He scraped his wet tongue around and around her peak flicking across it until her core throbbed in time with the movement. Each possessive tug, every tender rub pulled an answering need from deep insi
de her.

  That’s it. She needed release. Too much pressure had built up inside her.

  She shoved his shoulders hard. He didn’t have to but he rolled back taking her with him, cradling her against his chest as he laid back.

  She landed on top of him and rubbed her core against the immense erection in his pants. A breathy moan escaped her. Need drove her movements and made her unable to stop rubbing her tender clitoris against him over and again.

  “Abbigail!” He said her name like a curse.

  She couldn’t stop moving, her hips undulated against him working them both into a fiery frenzy. Sitting up she traced her hands over his hard chest, and down the flats of his nipples. Her mouth soon followed, kissing and tasting his warm masculine essence. Hard muscles bulged in his abs teasing her to touch.

  So, she did and followed the tempting path of hard muscle and satiny skin with her lips. His abs bucked under her touch. His erection pressed hard against his pants as if trying to escape.

  She didn’t know what was louder: her panting breaths or his deep grunts. Either way they created a sensual storm around them.

  Her hand cupped his length, tracing over his hard cock, and squeezing him. The fabric of his jeans had to go. She needed to feel him hot and hard in her hand. She moaned just at the thought of how he’d soon be filling and thrusting inside of her. Her core beat with a pulse at the erotic vision.

  “Abbigail,” he said again, this time a warning.

  She laughed softly and darted her tongue beneath the band of his pants. His entire body stilled.

  Yes, she thought. You’re mine now.

  She wanted to see him under her control all that under brilliant strong man melting all because of the flick of her tongue. She wanted to see him, this strong and brilliant man, squirm and melt under her all from a flick of her tongue.

  Abby curled her fingers into the band of his pants. Only a row of four buttons kept her from what she wanted, and from what pushed hard against the seam as if trying to escape. She hooked her fingers around the first button and opened it.

  “I want you, woman,” he growled, his voice making a shiver race down her stomach.

  The tip of him poked through; hard, rounded, and wet at the tip. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips. Slowly she opened the next button and then the next until finally he sprung free, eager, and solid.

  She curled her hand around the shaft loving the contrast of rocky hard strength and velvety soft skin. Her hands pumped up and down the dark shaft, but her eyes watched his expression. His lips parted, abs curled as he arched and thrust his hips into her grasp. He was a beautiful, sexy sight.

  “Oh baby,” she breathed at the sight.

  “God damn you,” he cursed.

  Every instinct inside her told her to tear their pants off and sit on top of him until she felt him invading every inch of her.

  But this was such a good, bittersweet torture that she couldn’t. Not when she had the sexy dark demon undulating in the palm of her hand—literally.

  So she licked up and down the length of his shaft, listening to the catch in his breath, the deep groans rumbling from his chest, and the way his hands gripped then released the grass at his sides.

  As her tongue performed a particularly seductive move around the tip of him, he automatically reached for her head. Her heart stuttered in her chest as her breath caught. Would he curl his hands into her hair and push his cock into her mouth? The thought aroused her so much she flushed.

  He reached for her but before he touched a strand on her head, he pulled back. His hands shook as if it took great effort to keep them at his sides. That made her grin and suck on the tip of him even harder.

  His hips bucked forcing his cock deeper into her mouth.

  She didn’t want him to behave. Not now. Now she wanted him wild and unleashed. She wanted to feel every single sensation that he felt for her. She wanted their love to be a physical thing that could be felt in the air around them.

  So, she swirled her tongue over the tip of him and sucked his cock into her mouth. His wet shaft glided smoothly into her mouth, filling her wide and deep. He was big, bigger than she’d ever had. Her lips spread taut around his shaft, nearly hurting but my God was it worth it. Her hand worked the bottom of his long shaft, fist pumping slow before gathering speed. His harsh breathing filled her ears as her mouth worked him up and down, sucking and licking, lips caressing his hard shaft.

  It had all been worth it because his entire body jerked under her touch, hips twitching then pumping to fill her mouth as if he was fucking it. His chest rose and fell in hard pants like he’d just finished a hard mile-long sprint. Ecstasy tightened his features with raw beauty. She moaned around his shaft, actually wishing he’d come. Just come now and spend in her mouth. She wanted to give him that pleasure, wanted to taste all of him in a way she couldn’t explain. As if she wanted to share everything with this man, take in all parts of him and give it back ten-fold.

  “Dreenaru gina slinah!”

  “Hmmm?” she hummed as she sucked him deep again, moving faster now with both mouth and hand. His cock grew harder, hotter. The vein pulsed beneath her fingertips as his thighs trembled, actually trembled at her touch. She felt like she had the power to move mountains.

  “You are incredible,” he said huskily, translating for her.

  Yes, well, she felt incredible bringing him this kind of pleasure. Each grunt and groan from him, each thrust of his hips and hard roll of his packed abs sent a pulse straight to her clitoris. She ached. Squeezing her thighs together did nothing to ease her. Hot moisture escaped her at the action and rubbed along her swollen folds.

  “Stop now, Abbigail. Take me inside you,” he pleaded.

  Yes! Her body screamed.

  She wanted to stay and tease him but instead she listened to him, her body too tense to do otherwise. In a rush, she kicked off her shoes, socks, and tugged down her jeans. Her panties followed next, and then she tossed her leg over his wide, thick waist with the V of muscles cut above his hips bones.

  God he was sexy.

  His hands steadied her, caressing from her thighs up to her waist then around to her ass. She was open to him completely. As she arched over him, prodding his cock with her entrance, he took full advantage of her position. He squeezed and molded her breasts, tugged a hard nipple between two warm fingertips. His other hand slipped down her side and gave a quick squeeze to her hip before cupping her sex.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said.

  A soft moan escaped her. Her heart melted and need poured from her. She tensed at his touch. She thought he might take to torturing her as she had him, but he didn’t.

  His fingers slid over her wet center to dip inside and tease her of something much bigger and harder to come.

  “Alrik,” she gasped. Her hips rocked against his fingers.

  He moved much too slowly.

  One hand tugged her tender nipple in time with his fingers thrusting lazily in and out of her. His touch created a spike of pleasure from her brain to her core that threatened to burst. Her breaths turned ragged as need built. She could come she was that close to climax. She just needed a push.

  “Touch me,” she begged, trying to watch him but she could barely manage to keep her eyes open.

  “I am touching you.” The corner of his mouth kicked up in a sensual way she wanted to bite.

  She might have laughed if she could. “No, I mean touch me faster.”

  His palm suddenly pressed hard against her clitoris then his fingers curled inside her rubbing over a spot that instantly made her head fall back and her body tense.

  Oh yes, right there, her body cried.

  Everything that mattered, everything that she thought or felt centered on his hands and the pleasure he wrought from her.

  “You make me feel more than I ever have,” he said roughly. His palm circled over her clitoris rubbing in a steady rhythm.

  How could he share such deep words at
a time like this? She couldn’t respond coherently let alone with the thought and care his words deserved.

  So, she said the simplest and most honest thing she could think of. “I love you.”

  His fingers around her breast as he thrust his fingers inside her, curling them as his palm pressed against her and moved faster. Blissfully, wonderfully faster. Her sex clenched around him as her breaths caught. The erotic sensations were too much. Burning waves rose inside her. Her skin drew tight as hot steam built up inside her. He kept playing her, thrusting faster, pressing harder against her, and building her up to a tremendous peak.

  Then, he drove her over.

  She shouted a strangled cry of pleasure. She trusted him completely with her body and with her pleasure. She trusted him because she loved him. She could feel it in the wild palpitations of her heart slamming in her chest.

  “Alrik, Alrik...”

  His arms snaked around her waist and then her back pressed into the grass and his strong body cocooned hers. Hot lips pressed against hers wringing another kiss from her, this one sweet and filled with longing. She couldn’t possibly float any higher, any lighter at that moment because right then everything in the world was right.

  As her body floated back down to earth and her skin cooled, she rubbed her legs against his, wrapped her arms across his back, and simply cradled him to her. Time passed, she couldn’t be sure how long and they just kissed letting the passion cool.

  When he finally slipped his hips between her legs and slowly entered her , her breath caught and needy warmth fill her, she was ready. He took her slowly, his eyes loving hers, their lips kissing then tasting each other’s necks and shoulders.

  He wasn’t fucking her.

  He wasn’t having sex with her.

  He was making love to her.

  She held him close as each thrust brushed her clitoris making her blood burn hotter and hotter. He took her slowly toward another heart-soaring peak. This time she knew he’d be right there with her though.

  Her hips rocked against his until they made a perfect tempo together. He grew restless, breaths coming heavier as she entwined her legs with his, opening her core to him.