If Vilkas had been in a more stable frame of mind he might have listened to her words, understood the implied offer, but at that moment he was nothing but lust and fury and envy; her refusal to cooperate only spurned him on more.
"Just tell me!" he roared.
"NO!" she shouted back and turned her back on him to leave.
He was on her in an instant, shoving her bodily up against the door with his arms caged around her and his nose buried in her hair. Vilkas growled, immediately furious at the armor they were both wearing. She was trembling and panting, making little helpless noises that made him crowd closer.
"Vilkas, please – " she whispered. Gods, his knees went weak with pleasure at the sound.
"I can smell him on you," he groaned, barely able to form coherent words. Her whole body stiffened in response.
"Who?"
My brother was the obvious answer, but he didn't bother saying it. All he could think about was the softness of her curves pressed against him and his brother with his hands on her, knowing her, every inch of her skin. His jealousy was overwhelming.
"You mean Farkas?" Merrill asked, all but mumbling to herself. "But that doesn't make sense, we didn't… And why do you even care, I don't – ah!"
Vilkas had sunk his teeth into her neck, not quite deep enough to draw blood, but close. Her reaction was immediate and unexpected. She became boneless against him, throwing her head back and gasping, and the smell of her arousal was suddenly flooding his senses. He wrapped his arms around her torso to hold her up and released his jaw to lick at the bite, then dragged her up a little higher and bit her again.
Merrill cried out, an incredibly gratifying sound, and he couldn't keep from grinding his hips against her, seeking friction. He soothed her with his tongue and then trailed his mouth over her neck, a string of almost kisses, until he found the lobe of her ear and took it into his mouth.
"Wait, Vilkas, wait I don't…" Was she talking again? All he cared about was the taste of her skin and the marks he'd left on her shoulder. He shifted a hand up to her face and forced a finger into her mouth, desperate to have any part of him inside of her. He nearly came when she began to suckle on it.
Merrill took advantage of the moment and twisted in his arms to face him, the armor scraping and snagging. Bracing her hands on his chest, she wrestled a few inches of space between their upper body; Vilkas paid her back by nudging one of his thighs between her legs.
She looked beautiful, her hair trailing over her shoulders and her lips and cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated. She was breathing almost as hard as him, and he could picture the way her breasts would rise with each inhale. He dipped his head to kiss her but she twisted her fingers into his hair and yanked him back; Vilkas didn't know until exactly now how much he liked pain.
"Wait," she said, her breath warm on his mouth, "when did this happen? For how long?"
"Always," he groaned, struggling to make human sounds, "from the beginning. I've just needed – " He overpowered her grip and slammed his lips against hers, wrapping his hand around her neck to hold her still as he dipped his tongue into her mouth over and over, groaning at the heat and the sweetness of her.
He didn't understand what her hands and fingers were doing until he felt his chest plate begin to loosen around him, then he was flooded with exultation. He lifted his head to hiss a "Yes" to her and then covered her mouth again, quickly working to remove her armor.
This prompt is just too freaking awesome! Part 3/?
If Vilkas had been in a more stable frame of mind he might have listened to her words, understood the implied offer, but at that moment he was nothing but lust and fury and envy; her refusal to cooperate only spurned him on more.
"Just tell me!" he roared.
"NO!" she shouted back and turned her back on him to leave.
He was on her in an instant, shoving her bodily up against the door with his arms caged around her and his nose buried in her hair. Vilkas growled, immediately furious at the armor they were both wearing. She was trembling and panting, making little helpless noises that made him crowd closer.
"Vilkas, please – " she whispered. Gods, his knees went weak with pleasure at the sound.
"I can smell him on you," he groaned, barely able to form coherent words. Her whole body stiffened in response.
"Who?"
My brother was the obvious answer, but he didn't bother saying it. All he could think about was the softness of her curves pressed against him and his brother with his hands on her, knowing her, every inch of her skin. His jealousy was overwhelming.
"You mean Farkas?" Merrill asked, all but mumbling to herself. "But that doesn't make sense, we didn't… And why do you even care, I don't – ah!"
Vilkas had sunk his teeth into her neck, not quite deep enough to draw blood, but close. Her reaction was immediate and unexpected. She became boneless against him, throwing her head back and gasping, and the smell of her arousal was suddenly flooding his senses. He wrapped his arms around her torso to hold her up and released his jaw to lick at the bite, then dragged her up a little higher and bit her again.
Merrill cried out, an incredibly gratifying sound, and he couldn't keep from grinding his hips against her, seeking friction. He soothed her with his tongue and then trailed his mouth over her neck, a string of almost kisses, until he found the lobe of her ear and took it into his mouth.
"Wait, Vilkas, wait I don't…" Was she talking again? All he cared about was the taste of her skin and the marks he'd left on her shoulder. He shifted a hand up to her face and forced a finger into her mouth, desperate to have any part of him inside of her. He nearly came when she began to suckle on it.
Merrill took advantage of the moment and twisted in his arms to face him, the armor scraping and snagging. Bracing her hands on his chest, she wrestled a few inches of space between their upper body; Vilkas paid her back by nudging one of his thighs between her legs.
She looked beautiful, her hair trailing over her shoulders and her lips and cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated. She was breathing almost as hard as him, and he could picture the way her breasts would rise with each inhale. He dipped his head to kiss her but she twisted her fingers into his hair and yanked him back; Vilkas didn't know until exactly now how much he liked pain.
"Wait," she said, her breath warm on his mouth, "when did this happen? For how long?"
"Always," he groaned, struggling to make human sounds, "from the beginning. I've just needed – " He overpowered her grip and slammed his lips against hers, wrapping his hand around her neck to hold her still as he dipped his tongue into her mouth over and over, groaning at the heat and the sweetness of her.
He didn't understand what her hands and fingers were doing until he felt his chest plate begin to loosen around him, then he was flooded with exultation. He lifted his head to hiss a "Yes" to her and then covered her mouth again, quickly working to remove her armor.