Klaimeð

Alistair's POV

We stood there for a moment in comfortable silence before I jerked Noir up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Her lips brushed mine.

Not innocently like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding.

"Noir," I whispered slowly, prolonging each letter, savoring them.

She smiled against me as she reached up and clasped her hands on either side of my face. I fell into her hands, resting there for the briefest of moments before rising into her grasp.

I pushed my lips back into hers, crashing into her with new life. This kiss was unlike any I experienced before.

Fierce, gentle, ravenous— all at once.

Hiking Noir up higher against my chest, I caught her rear in his palms. Part of me wanted to lose sight of her never being intimate before and rip her clothes away as if they were little more than butter beneath my claws.

Shifting, I carried her over to my bed and it was at the bed that I lowered her down onto soft furs; I took my time, fearful if I let her go, she would change her mind.

I lifted Noir enough to discard the tunic from her body, leaving her upper half exposed except for her breastband before moving my hands up her torso. My gaze locked with hers when she sighed as I loosened the cloth shielding her breasts, freeing them.

Leaning down, I placed soft kisses in the valley between them as I reached between us, unlacing her breeches. When the final lace was pulled loose, I grinned against her. With slow, decisive movements, I pulled her breeches downward.

Shifting to the side, I pulled the last bit of material beyond her feet, tossing it to the floor. In that moment, she arched her back slightly and moaned as I gently grazed my teeth over a pink bud, caressing it in tender bites.

"Grá," she whined, snaking an arm behind my neck and into my hair as her other hand fingered the buckle across my chest.

"Help me," I whispered.

Easing her hand beneath the leather, she flicked the steel buckle, freeing the material from my mostly bare chest.

Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip as she leaned forward and kissed my shoulder while I used my free hand to release the laces binding my freedom, kicking free of my trousers along with my loincloth.

Fully bare against Noir, I brought my head up and kissed her while one hand massaged her breasts.

The other slipped between us, tracing a small thatch of hair before going further and spreading her, my thumb softly rubbing her sensitive nub while my middle finger stroked her core.

Noir moaned at the contact and wrapped her arm around my backside while reaching down, gently grabbing a hold of me. When she did, I plunged a finger into her causing her to thrust upwards and moan louder as she grabbed my hair. With my finger still buried inside her heat, I pushed further.

With that claim, I guided her closer, my lips seeking to feel every part of her bare flesh.

Gradually, I moved across her chest, moment by moment, growing closer and closer to her shoulder. I left a trail of kisses as Noir arched further into me, my teeth raking against her skin.

Upon reaching her shoulder, I released my finger from her heat, grabbing a hold of the hand that grasped at my shaft and carefully I guided her, easing her into helping me find the gateways that would plummet me slowly into her depths.

It was in that slow push that I sank my teeth into the nape of her neck.

Noir screamed as her claws dug into my back; my mark on her neck growing more vibrant in the act of remarking her.

Heat pooled in my loins as I allowed her to adjust to everything that had just happened.

Kissing her, I moved slowly, my hips rocking against hers, claws digging into sensitive flesh. My eyes rolled back as she moaned in my mouth and I felt myself go further into her.

Oh Gods.

A growl rumbled through my chest at the feel of her body beneath mine— at the euphoric sensation from being embedded in her core.

When I felt she had adjusted and her body fully accepted me, another growl escaped me, far more aggressive than the last.

A clawed hand squeezed her waist and the other dug into her side; jerking her up to me, I began to pick up speed, crashing into Noir with a much greater force.

I didn't care to silence her moans and screams as I burrowed further and slammed into her harder, marking her chest and neck. She arched into me more, claws raking down my back.

Feeling the warm liquid spill from the gashes, the fervor set in.

In no time, I became merciless with her, lifting and dropping her in such a way it put  Týr striking his anvil to shame.

"Alistair," Noir cried out, pushing herself up where she was almost sitting before crashing back down into the bed.

Turning her head, she bit a pelt and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Growling, I pushed closer before pulling back, ripping myself out of Noir's clutches.

Immediately I flipped her over, raising her ass in the air. I shoved her head into the furs as I slammed into her again, testing the beds limits.

Over and over I threw myself into her, a clawed hand ripping her sides as the other snaked around her throat.

With each thrust, Noir's moans became louder like she was begging the Gods for mercy but even Hermóðr wouldn't deliver her message.

Looking down at her, I saw her staring at me over her shoulder before I slowed. In that exact moment, she pulled forward and spun, flipping me onto my back.

Crawling on top of me, Noir's eyes literally shown against the darkness as she kissed her way up from my navel, flashing a toothy grin.

"My turn," was all she said before lifting her hips and slowly lowered herself on me.

Wiggling her hips as she adjusted, Noir continued to stare at me as she moved up and down at an agonizing pace.

She continued this for what felt like an eternity before snatching me up by my hair, her hips rocking faster against mine.

"Gods," I moaned, my eyes rolling to meet the heavens as I dug my claws into her hips.

Her free hand dug its claws into the right side of my chest as she leaned down to kiss my neck, her pace never slowing but the heat and tightness of her core ever increasing.

I felt myself begin to swell between her thighs and right before I felt the release, Noir let out an earth shattering moan. Snatching me up to meet her gaze, she sank her canines into my shoulder.

My world went white.

I knew my seed boiled over, filling her to the brim as I pulsed inside her but all I could register was the light.

The pain.

But as quickly as the pain came, it was extinguished and replaced with pleasure.

My pleasure.

Her pleasure.

My emotions.

Her emotions.

My thoughts.

Her thoughts.

Everything balled itself into one and before she could remove herself from my shoulder, I jerked her to my chest and returned the gesture, fangs sinking in as far as they would go.

We retracted at the same time, falling into an endless abyss of bliss before coming back.

I stayed in Noir as she collapsed against my chest, her back heaving as if air was scarce and hard to come by.

"Mo grá," I whispered, gathering the last bit of my strength, tracing her spine.

She didn't move but did give a small hum of acknowledgement as I rolled us onto our sides.

Pushing against my chest, Noir sighed.

"Ég elska þig," she mumbled. It was so soft that if I hadn't been paying attention, I would've missed it.

In that moment, no greater pride could of crashed down upon me as I squeeze the small figure between my arms.

"Ég elska þig," I sighed as sleep engulfed me.

I didn't move until the sound of gjallarhørn jolted me awake.

Before I could move, Cuyler burst into the room, bloodied.

"Alpha," he wheezed.

"We are under attack."

Hermóðr - Norse messenger God

Ég elska þig - I love you