Chapter 75 Chapter Seventy-five
Chapter 75 Chapter Seventy-five
Alaric stood under the shower watching as rivulets of water ran down his body. He leaned against the wall with an arm,his head bent. His thoughts went to the time he and Briar fucked in the bathtub. His heart clenched. He missed her. So damn much. Every minute he spent without her felt like he was going crazy. It gnawed at him, not knowing where she was or what she was doing.
He felt like there was something on his neck too. Like the ghost of the collar around Briar's neck. The pain Briar felt whenever the collar was used on her backfired back to him. He felt her fear, her anger, her resolve. It was like her soul lived in him.
His eyes shot open when he felt pleasure run through his body. His cock twitched, coming to life.
Was Briar doing what he thought she was?
Another bout of pleasure coursed through his body. He gasped.
Hands trembling slightly, his free moved to his already hard cock, giving it slow lazy strokes. He closed his eyes, imagining it was her touching him. The pleasure built slowly but steadily, everything Briar was feeling mirrored in him too.
He stroked his cock harder, grunting, thrusting his hips into his hand. The water coming from the shower reduced friction and gave rise to soft squelching sounds. As if Briar was responding to him, pleasure tore through him, causing his rhythm to falter as his hips bucked.
“Fuck…”, he breathed.
He closed his eyes, imagining it was her mouth in place of his hand. He pictured the way she would look–eyes bulging and teary, spit forming at the side of her mouth, struggling to take him in. She would make sounds, sounds that would arouse him more,the vibrations making his cock tingle.
Alaric bit his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. His pelvic muscles flexed and balls tightened but he didn't come.
Briar was edging him on purpose.
He let go of his cock, getting the idea. He wanted this to last as well. His cock stood, fully erect, touching his stomach. The tip was red and leaking, angry veins all over the shaft. He watched, moaning softly as it twitched against his skin.
Fuck, it hurt.
Alaric was a whimpering mess in the restroom as all the sexual pleasure Briar was giving him through her body ripped through him.
The pleasure finally reached a crescendo and he came with her name on his lips. He came hard, his seed spilling all over his chest and stomach.
When it was over, he pressed his forehead against the bathroom wall, trying to steady his erratic breathing. Best orgasm of his life.
He quickly had a shower, washing off the remnants of cum on his body. The worst part of all this was meeting an empty bedroom. He had become so accustomed to sleeping with her that he couldn't even have a good night's rest without her by his side.
A knock on his door.
“Wait,” he said, wrapping a towel around his waist.
He was mildly surprised to see Wren standing there when he opened the door. Her eyes widened as she took him in. She looked away quickly.
“S…sorry. I didn't know you were…I'll come back.” Her face was reddened with embarrassment.
“What do you want?” He asked flatly.
Wren visibly swallowed as she looked up at him. “I…I came to give you this.”
She put out her hand and in it lay the amulet of protection.
Alaric narrowed his eyes. “Who compelled you?”
“No one. I'm doing this of my own accord.”
“Why?”
She stopped to think as if she didn't even know why she was giving him. “Because…because I want to help save Briar. She stood up for me when I first came here. If there's anything I can contribute, I'll do it. Besides, even if Kallum won't say it, I know he wants me to give it to you too.”
Alaric found the relationship between her and Kallum a bit strange. He could understand Kallum's obsession though; Vampires usually attached themselves to the source they found most suitable. Wren most likely stayed with Kallum for protection but this gesture was proving otherwise. It was like they actually cared about each other.
“What about your mother? I thought this was your only reminder of her.”
Wren sighed, jutting her lips out slightly. “It is. But I know she would want me to do this. My mother never used the Amulet of protection for herself. She was just its keeper. So…here.”
Alaric took it, his thumb caressing the surface of the smooth pendant.
“Thank you, Wren. I won't forget this.”
She grinned. “Well at least now I don't have to worry about you killing me now.”
His lips quirked. “No, you don't.”
Wren gave the Amulet one last look of longing before turning and walking back the way she came. The Amulet suddenly became extra heavy in his hand.
Would the werewolves even accept this token of his apology? Apart from the death of all vampires and the moonstone, he couldn't think of any other thing.
The Amulet of protection would have to do.
Don't worry Briar, I'm coming.