Page 11 of Give a Devil his Due
“You were telling me something, Hel,” he mutters over my nipple, his lips grazing the tender peak with each word. “Let’s hear what you’ve been hiding.” The wetness of his tongue swirls around the hard tip.
“Later.” I pant, shifting my legs so his cock can press harder between my lower lips. “Less talking, more fucking.”
“Is that so?” Eric chuckles and nips my nipple.
With a gasp, I claw at his shoulders. “Don’t be a jerk. I need you.”
“I have every intention of giving you everything you need until you can’t stand on your feet, but I need to hear what you want to tell me first.” Hips swiveling excruciatingly slow, he lifts his head to lock gazes with me. “Tell me.”
I crush my mouth on his and dive in to kiss him hard enough for him to forget about talking. A groan rips from his chest and takes over until my head is full of cotton and my body full of need. Twisting my fingers in his hair, I want to pull him so close we are one being, until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. With all the turmoil choking me, I haven’t had quality time with my mate because I did everything to avoid him. It all hit me the moment he started kissing me.
Eric’s hard erection is gliding over my wet folds, the tip of his cock bumping the swollen button on each upward thrust. It sends zings of pleasure through me, and I mewl in his mouth, desperate to have him inside me. He is just as much in need of the connection judging by the drumming of his heart I can feel where my breasts are pressed to his chest. It beats in sync with mine like a techno beat between us.
“I want to feel you squeeze my cock while I’m as deep inside you as I possibly can be. So, start talking, Hel, for both our sakes.” When he comes up for air, the order is pushed through his clenched teeth.
“Umm,” I have to blink a few times to remember my name much less what we were talking about. “When the Fates had me pulled in whatever that place was”—To my disappointment, his hips stop moving—“she, they, it … whatever it was told me that I will lose you.” Fresh tears prickled the back of my eyes, throwing cold water on my libido.
“I’m right here, my love.” His lips brush against mine gently. “They’ll have to drag my dead carcass away to pry me from you.”
“That’s the thing.” My hold on him tightens. “I was told you or Raphael had to die, and I fought it.”
“Of course you did, my little hellion.” Love sparkles in his green gaze as the corners of his mouth curl up.
“Yeah, well, since I had no intention of giving you or him up to die, I was told I’ll lose my powers.” A deep sigh make the locks of hair that fall over his forehead rustle. “Which I was more than happy to part with, to be honest.”
“What did you do, Hel?” Eric lifts on his elbows and watches me warily.
“You must know that I will always chose you over whatever magic I have, Eric.” Huffing in annoyance, I glare at him. “Are you serious right now?”
“Obviously you’d do the same for the angel, but we can get back to that.” Bracketing my head between his palms, he forces me to keep eye contact. “What did you do, Helena?”
“If you must know, being ready to give up my powers is apparently a good thing.” My chin juts out stubbornly. Like hell I will apologize for keeping both of them alive. “So, I got to keep them since I was willing to part with them. A plus was the two of you still being around as well.”
He stares at me.
“What?” This went to shit real fast.
“That’s not all of it.” The unreadable expression on his face sets me on edge, and I squirm a little under the penetrating gaze. “What else happened?”
“You know, Eric, I normally love it when you are naked, but you’re killing that mood right now.” If I think that will help me get away without spilling what I stupidly started, I am so wrong it’s not even funny.
He enters me so suddenly a scream is dragged from my throat. My channel pulses around the steel of his cock, and my hips jerk up involuntarily to grind on his pelvis. Eric wraps his calloused fingers around my shoulders to pin me under him, but he doesn’t move. No matter how much I wiggle and try to flop around, I can’t move an inch.
“What else?” His strained tone tells me he is not as unaffected by it as he wants me to believe. “I can have you on my cock for as long as it takes, Helena, and you know this.”
Oh boy, don’t I fucking know it? Eric has enough stamina to keep going until I literally pass out mid-orgasm, and I have no doubt he will torture me for days like this until I tell him what he wants to know. For a crazy moment, I actually debate keeping my mouth shut. I mean, it’s not like I’m suffering having him inside me. It actually feels really,REALLY, nice.
But, I need him to move.
“For my willing sacrifice, I got to keep my powers and have both of your lives tied to mine.” It all came out in one mushed-together breath even I can barely understand. But Eric hears.
Oh, yeah. Hell forbid he misses that part.
“Tied how?” In fascination, I watch a muscle spasm on one side of his jaw. “Tied to you how, Helena?”
“I don’t know, okay? All I cared about at the time was getting away from that creepy thing and making sure you two were still breathing when I did.” I swallow thickly when his eyes narrow to slits. “I remember hearing that Raphael will be tied to my life and you’ll be tied to my heart. After that, I was threatened that I must uphold the balance, or my life will belong to the Fates.”
“I am your mate, so I’m already tied to your heart,” he muses under his breath, searching my face for who knows what?
