“Hey,” Fabian said stiffly.
Julius swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, his brows raising as he looked at Fabian. “What's up?”
“I was thinking we could do some shots,” Fabian offered and a tiny part of my brain told me that was a bad idea. Another, wilder part of me which had been unleashed in the past few hours brought my next words to my lips. “Hell yes!”
I sped to the kitchen, knocking a stool flying into a wall and shattering it into a hundred pieces.
“I will pay you back,” I murmured to the chair, but my words were meant for Chickoa. I spotted a bottle of tequila by the sink and snatched it up, taking three egg cups from a cupboard before speeding back to the front room.
Julius and Fabian had moved to kneel before the coffee table and I dropped down next to them, placing the bottle on the table beside the egg cups.
“Ooh are we doing shots?” Chickoa fell to her knees beside me, gazing eagerly at the tequila.
I grinned, happy she wasn't bothered I'd taken the bottle without asking.
“Hang on.” Chickoa shot out of the room, returning a second later with another egg cup and kneeling back down beside me.
“Okay let's play most likely,” Julius slurred.
“What's that?” Chickoa asked.
“We make a statement and whoever the group votes most likely to do it has to do a shot,” Julius explained.
“I'll go first,” Fabian said and I hoped this wasn't going to descend into dangerous territory again. “Who's most likely to get laid tonight?”
“Erik,” Julius announced and I shrugged, smirking.
“Agreed,” Chickoa said, glancing at Fabian coolly.
I poured a shot into an egg cup and downed it, the sharp bite of the alcohol fizzing through my chest.
“Who's most likely to make up with Fabian?” I looked between Chickoa and Julius with a slanted grin.
Chickoa shook her head, though she laughed as she did so.
Fabian looked to Julius with hope in his gaze and the slayer rolled his eyes.
“I suppose that's me then,” Julius said, slapping the back of Fabian's head so he jerked forward, his forehead smashing into the coffee table and sending a crack up it.
“Oh shit, I don't know my own strength,” Julius said and I sensed it had been a genuine accident.
Fabian started laughing and laughing till we all joined in.
“Fuck the game.” Julius poured out shots for us all and I'd soon had more to drink than I'd had in a hundred years.
My eyes slid to Montana again and a hungry smile took over my face. Julius got up, stumbling over to her and Clarice, draping his arms around their shoulders.
I rose to my feet, half aware I was leaving Fabian with Chickoa as I followed the slayer.
I extracted Montana from his arms, tugging her against my chest. Julius kept his arm around my sister and she placed a hand on his chest, her fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt.
“Wanna go do some exploring?” Julius murmured to Clarice and she nodded keenly.
“Monty!” Callie called suddenly, springing out of Magnar's lap. “I just had an idea. Remember when we used to do handstands in our apartment? Let's see who can do one the longest.”
“Yes!” Montana sprang out of my arms and the two of them pushed an armchair out of the way.
Both of them flipped themselves upside down on their hands and their dresses immediately fell down to their necks.
“Rebel!” I darted forward as she bared her body to the room in her underwear. Desire unfolded inside me as I caught her waist, flipping her back upright. She leant against me, giggling wildly.
Callie still had her legs in the air and Magnar dragged her back into his lap again with a demanding groan.
I ran my hand down Montana's spine, my arousal growing as I pulled her closer to me so she could feel it.
Her mouth parted and she grinned mischievously as she ground her thigh against me.
I released a grunt of pleasure, dropping my mouth to her ear as she continued to brush her leg against me. “Let's go somewhere I can fuck the living daylights out of you.”
Her eyes widened with lust and she bit into her lip as she nodded.
I towed her through the room, spotting Miles and Warren on the floor making out. Julius and Clarice had vanished but I didn't have much brainpower to wonder where they might be as my jeans grew tighter.
We headed into the hallway and I turned toward the front door, an idea sparking in me. Montana giggled as she followed me onto the porch.
“Are you going to show me your little balls?” she asked airily.
I pushed her back against the edge of the porch, forcing my knee between her thighs. “Maybe your memory's failing you,” I growled, taking her hand and pushing it beneath my waistband.
She gasped and I groaned deeply, crushing my mouth to hers as she stroked the length of me.
A moan caught my ear that definitely hadn't come from my wife and she tugged her hand free from my boxers as we turned to investigate. The moaning sounded again and I leant forward over the railing of the porch.
My mouth fell open as I spotted Clarice pinned against the wall by Julius, the two of them kissing like there was no tomorrow. His hand was sliding beneath the top of her dress and her leg was wrapped around his waist. I jerked my head back so I didn't have to see any more of my sister dry-humping a slayer.
Montana slammed a hand to her mouth to stop her laughter. I tugged her down the porch steps with a grin as we rounded the corner to face them. I folded my arms and Montana shook her head desperately, trying to tug me away. But fuck that.
I cleared my throat and Julius threw a glance over his shoulder, his eyes hooded and his mouth set in a stupid grin. His amusement fell away as he spotted us. “Don't tell Magnar,” he blurted and a wide smile took over my face.
“I won't. I'm just making you aware of how much I'm going to torment you over this tomorrow,” I said and Montana slapped me on the shoulder.
“Don't be a jerk,” she said, nudging me again to try and get me moving.
“This never happened,” Julius said and Clarice nodded her agreement.
“Okay.” I shrugged. “I'm sure you'll stop kissing the second we leave then.”
“We will,” Julius agreed.
“Bye bye, Erik.” Clarice started giggling then grabbed Julius by the back of the neck and forced his lips onto hers again. He groaned eagerly, seeming to have forgotten about his declaration already.
Montana raised a brow at me and we both started laughing. I caught her hand, stumbling a little as I tugged her through the yard.
We headed away from them down a dusty track that looped around the back of the house. Beside the path a red tractor sat beneath a large oak tree and I had half a mind to stop here and screw my wife against it. But it was a bit too close to the house for my liking.
A meadow sprawled up a hill before us and we headed into the long grass, forging a path through the flowers which had closed their petals for the night.
We crested the hill and the sight before us was breathtaking. A stream carved through the valley, sparkling under the moonlight as it passed through a cluster of trees.
I swept Montana's legs from under her and dropped to the ground on top of her. The grass bent around us, making a cocoon within it.
I gave her a dark smile, snaring her waist and tugging her closer. She slid her fingers around my neck and into my hair. She tugged hard and I groaned, my hips pressing her down into the earth.
She pushed her hand beneath my waistband and I inhaled sharply, biting into her neck at the same moment. My heart was seized by her along with every other vital organ in my body.
I extracted her hand from my pants with a wry grin, even though it pained me to do so as I swelled against my boxers. But I wanted her first. I wanted her begging and wet and aching for me inside her.
I knelt up between her legs and slid my hand beneath her dress, tugging her p
anties roughly aside. She gasped my name as I pushed two fingers into her and brushed my thumb across the sensitive place between her thighs.
A feral growl escaped my throat as I felt how much she wanted me.
She was my new empire. One I wanted to conquer and claim again and again.
I was wasted and she was too, but it didn't matter. I wanted her with a primal intensity and her expression told me she wanted that too, drunk or not.
I stroked and teased her, prolonging this for as long as possible. She rocked her hips to meet the rhythm of my hand and her moans were carried away on the wind. She tried to move closer but I kept her in this desperate place, devouring the way she looked at me like I held the whole world inside my eyes.
“Erik, please,” she sighed and I released a breathy grunt, my willpower chipping away one piece at a time.
She was mine right in this moment, mine to rule, mine to please. I'd always enjoyed the power sex gave me but this was something else. Having this particular woman at my disposal was nothing short of divine. I didn't just respect her, admire her and adore her. I fucking worshipped her. She could have me in any form, vampire or mortal. Monster or man. Absurdly drunk or blindingly sober.
She released a noise of frustration and pushed me into the dirt beside her. I rolled drunkenly onto my back and she swung a leg over me, sitting across my hips.
I released a throaty chuckle, taking hold of her waist and preparing to roll us over again.
She placed a firm hand on my chest, her inky hair falling around her shoulders and brushing against my neck. “You never let me go on top.”
I grinned darkly, sliding my hands under her dress and skating them over the velvet flesh of her thighs. “I like being in control. Maybe I have issues.”
Montana flicked my forehead with a smile. “Let's work through those issues.” She rocked her hips and I groaned deeply, taking hold of her waist again to try and move her under me.
“Erik,” she laughed. “Even your hands are bossy. Stay down there for once.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, giving in to her as I dropped my arms to my sides. “I'm not sure I like this,” I teased and she lowered down, pushing my shirt up and pressing her mouth to my stomach, crawling backwards as she ran her tongue down to my waistband. Kissing, sucking, biting until my thoughts were flung to the wind. “Okay...I may be changing my mind.”
She giggled, fumbling with my belt and stroking me through my pants, sending fire rippling across my body. She pulled them down and crashed forward onto me.
“Clumsy,” I laughed, dragging her further up to meet my lips.
“I think I'm drunk, Count Belvedere.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she righted herself, straddling me.
“Well I wouldn't want to take advantage of you.” I pushed her dress up to her waist and tore her underwear away.
“Your hands say otherwise,” she said, then gasped as I slid my fingers between her thighs.
My hand circled slowly as I made her wait for this, holding her on the edge of climax.
When she was about to fall off of the ledge, I guided her onto me, pushing deep inside her. Ecstasy darted through me and I tugged her closer, sitting up and yanking her hands behind her back.
“This doesn't count as me taking control,” she moaned, but I couldn't stop myself. I nuzzled her neck, breathing in the inviting scent of citrus soap that laced her skin. I brushed my fangs across her collarbone and her back arched, pushing her breasts against me.
I released her wrists and dragged her dress over her head, tossing it into the grass, desperate to revel in every inch of her flesh. I tugged her bra down and slid my tongue onto her nipple, gently sucking and teasing. Her hips rose and fell in time with the movements of my tongue and I pushed my hand beneath her bra to continue my torment as I leant up to bite her neck.
She gasped in pleasure as my fangs dug in and I took hold of her waist, driving her hips down as an urgency grew in me. A desperate agony, a furious need. I would never get enough of this girl. My Rebel.
A breeze sent the grass rippling around us and the stalks tickled Montana's side, raising goosebumps where they touched. I ran my nails down her back in feather light strokes as her body responded to the tiny amounts of pressure. We became nothing but a single being moving in perfect harmony, her body meeting every thrust, every tug and pull of my desire to get closer.
I slowed my pace, brushing my mouth up to her ear, her muscles constricting and tightening telling me she was so close. But I refused to let it end as I contained her pleasure, holding it in my grip.
“Please,” she begged, her nails raking down my arms.
I guided her hips into a deliciously slow speed that brought her ever closer. Moving a hand between us, I brushed my thumb in soft circles against the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck,” she gasped which made me grin broadly considering she only swore like that when we were screwing.
Her lips crashed clumsily against mine and I laughed as she found her release, her hips grinding against me as she bit down on a moan.
I needed more and she knew it, going lax in my arms so I could flip her beneath me. “My turn.” I smirked, thrusting into her again and barely giving her a second to prepare.
In response, she reared up and bit deep into my shoulder, making me hiss through my teeth as the pain simmered away, turning to pleasure. It spurred me on and I leant up to look at her, spying my blood smeared across her mouth.
I kissed her, tasting my own body on her lips as our tongues met.
She clawed at my shoulder blades, her hips rising to meet my fervent thrusts. My fingers dug hard into her thighs as pleasure invaded every cell in my body, taking me over, all-consuming. I braced myself against the ground beside her head as I found my release, her body clutching me and giving me the most divine ending.
“You. Are. Fucking. Everything,” I said through my teeth.
I dropped off of her with a breath of satisfaction that resounded through to my core. I turned toward her, finding her watching me with a dreamy smile.
I dragged a thumb across her cheek. “What are you thinking?” I growled, wishing I could hear her thoughts at that moment.
“I'm thinking...that I'm so in love with you I can't believe there was a time you weren't in my life,” she said and I smiled, weakened by her words as I tugged her toward me in a fierce kiss.
Her fingers slid into my hair as I jerked her even closer, needing all that lovely skin against mine. We smelled the same, our scents combined. Montana was my mate and I was hers. I was flawed and tainted and cursed, but she still loved me with all her heart. And I loved her more profoundly than I'd ever thought I was able to love someone.
She gazed up at the sky while I gazed at her, because she was the centre of my universe. The sky didn't begin to compare, no matter how bright, how clear.
“Do you want to go back inside?” I asked her.
“No,” she whispered. “I want to stay here forever.”
We’d never really had any music in the Realm beyond the kind that people made themselves with their voices and drums which were really just trash cans or kitchen pans.
The wild rhythm of the songs Miles had selected to play for us lit my soul alight with a hunger for movement. It was like they demanded that my body submit to the rhythm of the beat and I was a slave to their desire.
Clarice had claimed me for her dance partner as soon as she’d reappeared from getting some fresh air and she moved her body in time with mine as we both gave in to the music. Chickoa, Miles and Warren were still dancing too and between the five of us, the squat coffee table was pushing the limits of full. The cool touch of their bodies against mine didn’t even frighten me anymore and I wondered what the Callie who had grown up in Realm G would think of seeing me now, dancing with my enemies.
Magnar and Julius were standing together watching us with amusement as they continued to drink. I was sure the two of them had consumed as much wine as everyone else
put together and their raucous laughter kept drawing my attention back to them as they joked with each other.
Despite most of his attention being on his brother, Magnar’s eyes kept finding me, his gaze trailing over my exposed skin in a way that made a fire build in my gut. I hadn’t forgotten the promise he’d made me earlier and I couldn’t wait for him to fulfil it.
My mouth was growing dry as I moved between Miles and Clarice and when the song ended, I hopped down from the table, going in search of a drink.
Magnar laughed loudly at something Julius said and I left him to it as I moved away into the kitchen.
I snagged a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water before draining the whole thing and repeating the process.
My thoughts started to realign a little better and I pushed open a window to let the cool air wash over my heated skin.
“Having fun?” Fabian’s voice came from behind me and I turned to look at him with a smile.
“Where have you been hiding?” I asked him. I hopped up onto the counter and let the winter air wash over my skin as I took another long drink.
“I guess I’m finding it a little harder than my siblings to accept the slayers amongst us,” he replied with a faint shrug, moving closer to me. “But I did make some effort with Julius so maybe it’s not entirely hopeless.”
He leaned against the counter on my right and I offered him a small smile in thanks for him staying out of my personal space for once.
“Well, I’m a slayer,” I pointed out. “And you don’t seem so offended by my company.” I pulled my hair over my shoulder and started twisting it into a braid.
“No. But you’re not really the same,” he countered. “You didn’t spend years hunting me-”
“I came to New York with the full intention of hurting you if I could,” I pointed out.
“I suppose so,” he agreed. “Maybe I can overlook your crimes because of how dearly I’d like to get in your pants.”
“Perhaps you should just screw Julius then?” I suggested, refusing to respond to that comment. “And then you could stop hating him too.”
“I’ll leave kissing the slayers to Erik for now,” he replied with a smile.
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