Page 33 of Ravager
“There is no tomorrow.”
With that, she was kissing him, her lips and tongue searching his, as if she’d find answers there. The blanket dropped away from her hands, and she grasped his hard, strong shoulders, pulling him closer. She raised her leg and wrapped it around his high ass, squeezing him.
He began stroking her sex with his hands, worried she was too worn and tired from the threesome earlier. However, shewas dripping wet, and that worry soon melted away as his fingers melted into her.
She let out a throaty moan and raked her nails up and down his back, wanting more of him, fast. He didn’t waste any time in giving her what she wanted. He lifted his leather skirt, took his throbbing cock in his hands, and with an upwards thrust, pushed into her. She was so warm and wet, unlike anything he’d felt before.
She moaned again as he entered her, a sound that made his balls draw up, unable to take the pressure. He took in a steadying breath in a last attempt to control himself and closed his eyes, letting his tongue swirl around her raw nipples, burying his face in her ample chest.
“Take me harder,” she whispered into his ear, her teeth catching the lobe and delivering a burst of pain. He grunted in return, unable to warn her that if he did as she asked, he’d come far faster than he’d like.
It didn’t matter. Her bite became sharper, her hands pulling harder at his lean hips until he was pumping her faster and faster. The door rattled behind them with each and every thrust, and soon, Cherine’s head was banging against it too. From the way her muscles tensed and seized around him, from the small, delicious moans that came out of her lips, he knew she wasn’t in any pain.
Seconds later, he came hard too, so hard that he was certain they were going to break the door down. There would be no hiding what they had done from the guard and the baron next door, but he didn’t care. He was deep inside her, erasing every last trace of Rolf. It was his seed filling her up and trickling down her leg as he pulled out of her.
She nearly collapsed against the door, but he caught her. He carried her naked form over to the bed, much like how he did only twenty-four hours before, and lay her down in it. He pulledup the blankets over her, and she stared at him with a dizzying expression.
“Will you stay with me?” she asked.
He tugged down at his clothes, smoothing them out. “You know I can’t.”
He didn’t have the guts to tell her it was all he’d ever want. What was the use now that she was no longer his?
“I better leave,” he said hastily and turned for the door.
“Wait,” she called after him, sitting up in her bed. “Please, Erik, tell me I’m going to be all right. Tell me Rolf will treat me as well as you treat me. I need to hear it.”
He didn’t like lying to her now, but he didn’t have much choice. Cherine was first and foremost a slave, and no matter how he had tried to ignore it, the truth was there. Because when it came to Rolf, he wasn’t much more than a slave himself. There was nothing Erik could do for her except hope Rolf would have a change of heart and would treat her with the love she had never gotten but certainly deserved.
“You’re in good hands with Rolf,” he told her, hoping and fearing it wasn’t a lie. He left the room, and as he slowly shut the door on the vision of her in bed, so devastatingly beautiful and wild, he felt nothing but the black tar of hate suffocate him.
He hoped it would suffocate Rolf too.
Chapter 15
Cherine
The next evening, as the sun set and twilight draped its soft blanket over the forest, we found ourselves standing hesitantly outside Rolf’s bedroom door. Erik held my hand tightly, a gesture that was both comforting and unnerving. That morning, I hadn’t been sure what to expect from either of them—last night was still fresh in my mind, and in my body. I thought maybe it would have been awkward, at least between Erik and I, but when Rolf said he wanted to see us after dinner, I knew there was a chance it would all happen again.
Not that I minded.
The anticipation of what awaited us inside fueled a fire within me, a potent combination of fear and desire. Did Rolf want the same thing or…something more?
As Erik turned the knob and gently pushed the door open, the warm glow of candlelight welcomed us in, painting Rolf’s room in a soft amber hue. The presence of his large bed dominated the space, as if waiting for me, and an air of mystery and invitation hung heavy in the room.
Rolf stood at the foot of his bed, his eyes locked on us as we entered. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting pants that clung to his taut body, leaving little to the imagination. He was an embodiment of masculinity, of raw Viking prowess. My heart quickened as I took him in, my knees weakened under the intensity of his gaze. His gaze that told me how very much he wanted me again.
With a gentle nudge from Erik, I stepped forward towards Rolf, feeling his eyes follow every inch of my body as I approached him. His gaze was possessive and hungry, a contrast to Erik’s quiet directness which had been guiding me thus far.
My heart pounded in my chest as I met Rolf's fiery gaze, the heat of his eyes searing into my soul. He was a force of nature, a predator assessing his prey. I felt exposed and vulnerable, yet there was something exhilarating in the sensation, as if I were standing on the precipice of life or death. I always felt this way with him, even when it ended with ecstasy.
Rolf reached out and took me by the hand, pulling me towards him with a firm grip. His touch sent a thrill coursing through me, igniting my skin. My breath hitched as he led me to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Erik,” he said to him, his voice deep and authoritative while his gaze stayed locked on mine, “I want you to sit at the foot of the bed and watch us.” There was a command in his tone that Erik instinctively understood. As his gaze flicked from Rolf to me, it held a mixture of unease and anticipation. With a nod, he complied, sitting on the edge of the bed as instructed.
As Rolf guided me around the side and onto the bed, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Erik as he sat vigilantly beside us. There was a sense of foreboding in his posture—part reluctance and part excitement—but he remained steadfast nonetheless. I knew this moment was not only about me and Rolf; it was about the bond between all of us and their role in my life.
“Remove your chemise and lie down, my beauty,” Rolf said.