holy cow...do you realize how sorry i am? My computer broke..it took me forever to get a suitable replacement...my loyal fans thank you for the reviews and commitment. I apologize greatly.
Now i am back to continue this story, my dragon age story...may be re-written. I'm not sure.
I apologize once more. Please R+R And tell me what you think. I am trying to really get back into this story 3
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Lyra wasn't sure what she expected to see when she stepped inside the room. She supposed she was partially hoping he'd be asleep...instead she found Vilkas standing shirtless..not facing her...she noted the tension running through his shoulders..and waited for him to turn and acknowledge her.
The only problem is that he did not. Her brows furrowed, she stepped forward slowly, letting him hear her footsteps...he tensed up more the closer she got, she heard him release a breath as he felt her fingers pressing into the bare skin of his back. But the tension didn't go away...her hands began sliding down his back and he suddenly spun towards her catching her wrists in one of his large hands, his hold so tight she hissed in pain.
"What do you think you are doing?" His voice was a growl, the cold blue eyes flashing at her, his lips twisted into a scowl she was beginning to think was becoming permanent.
She stared at him, her thoughts flashing back to the feel of his teeth tugging on her bottom lip. "I'm here to get answers. You can't just do that sort of thing and not explain."
Vilkas's lips shifted, a feral smile in place. "I don't owe you any explanations. If you are here to pleasure me than by all means, must be something you are used to doing to get enough money to travel around."
Lyra's eyes widened. "You...You bastard." her hands struggled with his...he watched her in amusement...his lips no longer set in a smirk.
Her injuries were catching up with her, despite her quick recovery time she usually had...she felt exhausted. his hands were like cuffs on her wrists. She was beginning to scowl.
"You can't just kiss me and...say things like that and then call me a whore."
He raised an eyebrow. "I think I already did." His voice was gruff, he watched in pleasure as the fury rose in her eyes, the look sent his mind to places he should avoid. Her nightgown was flimsy as far as he could tell, the thought reminded him that he could always prove that.
She glared at him. " You pathetic slobbering mutt!-" She could say no more as Vilkas narrowed his eyes, his free hand grabbing her throat and shoving her back against the very door she had stepped inside moments before. He didn't press hard enough to cut off air but it forced her to be silent.
He snarled in her face. "Why come to me at night if you were just seeking answers? That can't be your only intent. You speak before you think, coming in here and shouting at me and expecting me to just let you wake the others. " he leaned his head closer to hers. "You're here because you liked what I did. And are to fucking proud to admit it."
She scowled. " and you are to proud to admit you are attracted to a knife ear like me."
Vilkas laughed at her. " You have got to be kidding...heat of the moment...that's what that was."
Lyra narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh yeah? Well the same goes for me. You had me pinned."
Vilkas grit his teeth, "Yeah...I had you pinned and whimpering."
Lyra rolled her eyes. " I can assure you it won't -ever- happen again."
Lyra snapped her mouth shut, realizing to late that those words were dangerous. She saw the intent in his eyes as he scowled, opened her mouth to protest as he leaned closer, but, he gave her no options. shoving her hands above her head against the wall he crushed their mouths together in a brutal kiss.
There was nothing soft about it, a battle of teeth and tongues as he forced her to submit with a possessive growl. She felt one of his hands move...removing his belt and her mind panicked. But her mouth kept moving..responding with growls of her own, head turning and twisting as their tongues slid over one another eagerly.
Lyra could not think straight anymore, a part of her loved the way he roughly caught her lip between his teeth, she was tired of people treating her gently after she got hurt.
She was not weak. She was not a whelp.
Her mind blanked again as he jerked her hands down, forcing them behind her back...and tying them using his belt. A whimper escaped her and he smirked, breaking the kiss and grabbing her hair, tugging her head back as he began to deliver sharp stinging bites to her throat, laving his tongue over her pulse.
Vilkas gave a low amused sound from his throat as she trembled. " Whimpering and shuddering. " He raised his head to look at her, licking his lips as his eyes flashed dangerously.
Lyra knew he wasn't going to be gentle...Vilkas was rarely gentle. But at his words she merely watched him wide eyed, chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"Where is all that confidence now?" He asked it softly... grabbing her thigh and lifting it to hook her leg around his waist, grinding their pelvises together in a slow deliberate movement. Vilkas chuckled as her eyes fluttered, and her words came out breathless.
"You...son of a..." She trailed off, swallowing with a low sound close to a whine.
Vilkas eyed her, but then merely shrugged his hands moved, grasping the collar of her nightgown, the wolf in his head howled in approval as he ripped it clean off her body. She gasped and began to struggle. He merely grabbed her leg firmly, squeezing her thigh as his eyes drifted over her body.
He saw the scars, ripping aside her small clothes without much thought. He wanted her bare...
"Vilkas!" she said it loudly..but did not shout...Vilkas looked Lyra in the eye, smirking slightly.
"As I said...you are mine...to touch...taste...look at...as I see fit."
She stared at him in disbelief, but he could see the barely contained arousal in her eyes...
"I am not yours." Vilkas licked his lips at her defiance...lifting her suddenly and ignoring her gasp...he threw her on the small bed, she sprawled on the sheets, backing as far from him as she could..
Vilkas shook his head, grabbing her leg and pulling her back to him...his body pinning hers to the bed...she felt his hand moving, wincing and hissing as he slid his hands over her bruises and injuries. He glared at what remained of the bandages. wanting to rip them off but resisting the urge.
He grabbed her hands again, removing the belt and moving to instead tie her to the small headboard. Keeping her legs still he quickly removed his leggings..watching as she struggled with a scowl on her face...when he was as naked as she was he pressed a hand to her breast.
She scowled at him, eyes wide as his head lower...his mouth skimming over the swell of one breast, his lips folding over her nipple, tongue sliding over it until it pebbled and he began to suck. He feasted on it..watching her facial reactions as her jaw fell slack. Her arms still tugging at the belt. He kissed a path across to the other breast to give it the same treatment, snapping words at her before his mouth fell on the other nipple. " Stop fighting it."
Lyra watched, wide eyes, licking her dry lips as he sucked on her other breast...his eyes locked on hers, her arms stopped tugging...
"Vilkas..." the resistance and anger in her voice was gone, her tone was near pleading. His eyes flashed and he shifted, nudging her knees apart and settling between them, their lower bodies shifting...she shuddered as she felt his length pressing against her most sensitive area.
He sat up...his hands massaging her breasts as he watched her arch up, a strangled noise escaping her...He growled and leaned down. nipping at her neck and pushing her back down, his skin pressing to hers...hands shifting to the belt. "Don't fight me." The command was harsh, she shivered beneath him. He undid the belt, waiting for her to struggle, his lips crashed down on hers again...and he felt her arms wind around him palms pressing into his back, fingers splaying out to touch his skin.
The wolf was howling in his head, demanding he claim her.
Their kiss became desperate, his hands sliding over her skin. one hand lifting her leg around his waist once more. He pressed his hips closer to hers, tearing a gasp from her throat.
"Vilkas...Please..."
His mouth shifted to her neck, teeth grazing her skin.
"Please what?" he said it by her ear, noting the way it twitched and caused her to shiver.
"Stop...stop teasing me...Just...just do it already."
Vilkas laughed. "Oh so now you want me to?" He bit down sharply into her skin, sucking and laving his tongue over the area.
"Don't mark me!" the words were a hiss between gritted teeth. He chuckled.
"To late. And you didn't answer the question."
He thrust his hips pointedly, her head tilted back. eyes clenching shut.
"...I want it. " The sound was choked.
It was all the approval he needed, he connected their mouths again, his eyes glinting gold as he squeezed her thigh, angling himself up...and without warning...thrusting straight inside her wet sheathe.
Her lips parted under his in a silent gasp, his tongue sliding in to meet hers again...he didn't wait for her to adjust...just began pounding into her over and over, causing her entire frame to rock.
Her mind was a blur, her nerves on fire...she felt his skin beneath her hands, his tongue in her mouth...his length fitting inside her so perfectly.
We need to stop...
She clung to his back, nails dragging lightly down his back, causing him to hiss and thust into her more sharply.
This isn't allowed!
Her leg tightened around his waist, he laughed as her walls clamped down on him, and while distracted she rolled them over...they landed on the floor, with her above him, the impact causing him to strike a spot inside her that tore a gasp from her throat.
What about all the oaths huh? No personal life. bound to only -her-. I can't have him.
Vilkas raised an eyebrow at her gasp, his hands holding her hips as he lifted her body up...and pulled her down sharply, while thrusting his hips up...She groaned loudly..head tossed back...The found an easy rhythm.
No...don't.
He sat up., forcing her to bend backwards as his mouth folded over her breast once more, her hands tangled themselves into his hair, her nose inhaling his scent.
Don't stop...
The complaints stopped. She couldn't fight it anymore...her mind was a blur, filled with his scent his touch and his taste. He had her full attention, her thoughts solely focused on him. He guided her body into countless positions, guiding her to peak after peak her hands clingign to his muscular form and telling him not to stop.
No matter how much they went at it..and collapsed in exhaustion he would always harden and she would bite his lip and they'd pull their bodies back together. As if they couldn't stand the separation.
She isn't sure when they fell asleep, or how they had gotten back into the bed...all she remembers is a few words beyond the blood rushing in her ears.
What have we done...
