Authors Note:
To those who are upset about the last chapter. I assure you that this is indeed an R/D fanfic. However, Rose has always been a warrior and an independent woman/character. So, I find it hard to believe that in the 3-year gap that she would still have only had sex with Dimitri and still be in a complete state of loneliness and depressed about him. If you want to continue to read and see what happens, that's awesome! And I thank you in advance. But if you just leave and bounce because you have a slight issue, then you're more than welcome to leave and I thank you for your time.
"You always taste so good Rose." Erik moans between kisses as he trails back down my neck and to the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. He presses one last kiss there before he begins sucking and lavishing that spot with licks and nips.
"Erik..." I groan out in pleasure. "We shouldn't do this."
I gasp as he nips me a little harder in retaliation at what I said, and I felt the hand he had at my waist slide up my body and under my shirt, gripping my breast, kneading it.
He lets go of my neck and raises his head to look at me, his blue eyes staring intently at me. His eyes flash sliver, indicating that his arousal was near its peak.
The wolf in him wanted to play.
"Why?" he questioned, even though it sounded more like a demand.
"Because we are in a house full of people, they can hear us." I responded.
He lifts one of his eyebrows at me in suspicion, and it makes me blush. "That has never stopped us before."
"You're right, but it's a little different. Christian and Atali understand our situation, the others don't." I stare into his eyes and as I wait for him to speak, I can feel my body preparing itself.
He smirks with a devious look into his eyes, "We are all adults Rose, I am sure they can figure it out or they can bluntly ask us."
He then captures my lips with his, forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I moan as the taste of him hits my tongue and his hands travel up under the back of my shirt. He breaks our kiss to discard my shirt and bra, then pushes me back onto the bed, flat on my back. He tears off his shirt and throws it onto the floor then begins to crawl on top of me, kissing from my hips all the way up to my breast, pausing only to lick each nipple before continuing up towards my pulse point and latching. I let out a shaky moan as he lightly nibbles and licks that sweet spot, my right hand grabs the back of his hair as if that alone will keep him there while my other hand grips his upper arm.
I begin to move my hips against his as the burning inside my body was becoming harder to ignore and I feel him growl in pleasure. He lets go of my neck and crashes his lips to mine, our tongues dancing and teeth clashing. Our breathing turns into panting and let the fires of desire start to take over.
"Rose, I need some of your blood for the spell I am preparing to reveal the contents of the paper. If you could-."
Atali's voice interrupted and when I turned my head, she was just standing there in the middle of the door frame, with the door wide open, the look of shock on her face.
"Oh my! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt your uh, session. I can come back later!" she yells before turning around and slamming the door shut behind her.
I look back at Erik and he is looking down at me with amusement in his eyes and a grin on his face. "Even though she is an adult, sometimes she still acts as innocent as a virgin," he chuckles.
I roll my eyes at his antics and push him off me as I get off the bed.
"Well, I suppose we can just pick this up next time since I suddenly find myself busy with spell casting." I winked at him and put on one of the old white button up dress shirts that I found in the closet and giggled at the pouting face he made before opening the door and walking away.
"Atali! What room are you in?!" I yell throughout the house.
"I am up on the third floor, in the study room. It's the fourth door on the left." I hear Atali's voice shout.
"Why does she always go to the highest floor?!" I grimace. I hate stairs, always been my most hated enemy.
