Oath of the Alpha - Eva Dresden Page 0,41
only the brightest stars remained above them, their violence knew no bounds. Er’it’s savage growls were matched in turn by her fierce snarls. There was nothing meek and quiet about her now as she drew blood on his back with raking fingers, pulling at his hips to urge him harder. Faster. Giving her the brutality she craved, bruising her delicate body with his need, he gave it to her.
When she trembled at the edge of her release, neck bared in a long line as her head thrashed against delicate blooms that caught in her ragged curls, Er’it lunged forward. Shoving his full knot inside her depths wrenched a shattered scream from between her lips, driving her over the cliff as a sudden moment of calm enveloped him.
He knew what to do, even if he did not know why.
“Mine. Always.”
Wild eyes drawn to the patch of flesh at shoulder and neck she offered to him, Er’it roared and struck, teeth sinking deep into the tensed muscle and grinding through layers of flesh until the sweetness of her blood filled his mouth. Shuddering as he filled her clutching depths with his seed, groaning with each spine-wrenching surge until he fell over her, he lapped at the wound.
There was more, something else to be done, but as a serene quiet settled over them, Er’it could not pull at the thread of this newfound understanding to know what it was. Rolling to his back, he wrapped his arms tight around Aida after settling her over his bulk. Keeping her flushed skin warm as he allowed his eyes to drift shut, he enjoyed a moment’s respite before whatever this was began again.
The rustling of leaves snared his attention, starting him upright and ready to meet whatever adversary dared to interrupt them until the faint glow of Kal’s silvery coat exited the pitch shadows. Phylix and man nodded at one another in understanding before Er’it let his eyes close once more. As he stroked a weary palm over Aida’s crown, she began to hum against his chest.
He’d rest his eyes for just a moment.
Waking to Aida’s pained whine, Er’it tumbled her aside to lunge to his feet. Braced and ready for an unseen enemy as her wail echoed through the trees, the thundering of his heart scarce abated once he determined nothing but Kal remained nearby. Er’it turned to find his naked female curled on her side with a dainty palm crushed against her shoulder.
A surge of pride sang through him, swelling through his chest as he looked Aida over. Er’it gleaned satisfaction from every mark he’d left upon her body, right down to the reddened folds of her sex that remained puffy and slick with his seed that leaked out of her even now. All of it was nothing compared to the elation filling him as he crouched to tug her hand away, viewing the deep bite that oozed fresh blood.
“You enjoy this,” Aida demanded in a strained hiss, her attempt to scuttle away thwarted when he wrapped an arm about her waist to pull her between his legs. “Y-You mutilated me!”
“Quiet,” Er’it said, uneasy with the acrid taste of her rejection. Uncertain why it mattered that she shied away from his hand when he went to offer her comfort, he was bewildered by the fact that he sought to give her solace to begin with.
“Let go of me. I want to go to the stream,” she stammered out, quaking under his hands as Er’it gave her unmarked shoulder a rough caress.
Frustration mounting as his emotions flung to every direction, somehow angering him even further, Er’it bared his teeth in a snarl and dragged Aida to her feet along with him. Holding her arm in a bruising grip, he hauled her along behind him as he stalked through the now verdant clearing. Stooping to grab up his sword as they passed it, he slashed at the first bit of shrubbery that dared to consider blocking his path.
Aida’s cry had him whirling around, sword at the ready to slay what made such a horrified sound come from between her lips. He found her staring, inky gaze locked on him before she turned with trembling lips to touch the injured greenery. Fingers covered in sticky sap as she tried to repair the broken stems, tears tumbled from her thick lashes, splashing against the upturned swell of the breasts she tried to cover with an arm braced over them.
It all served to enrage him. More concerned with a