Chapter Twenty-seven
Erik drove as quickly as he could to pick up Lillian, all the while cursing the damned Council for sending someone to bother him when he should have been there with her and keeping her safe.
It wasn’t as if the meeting was even that productive. Catherine, the Council representative, had made it clear they wanted the rogue werewolf situation dealt with, peacefully or otherwise. If he hadn’t been dealing with her and filling out her damn paperwork, he might have been able to capture Hall and end the whole damn thing.
Erik was certain with a little coaxing, they could bring Hall back. There had to be a way. He just knew it. As much as he was angry about Hall going after Lillian again, he’d not killed her when he had the chance. That had to mean something.
He didn’t know what all the ranting meant that Lillian had mentioned on the voice mail, but it was probably just nothing more than the product of Hall’s drug-addled mind.
Erik parked his Hummer outside of Lillian’s apartment building. He hopped out and punched the button for her apartment on the panel near the front door. The buzzer sounded, and he frowned as the front door to the building clicked open.
He stepped inside and into the elevator. After taking it up, he hurried to her apartment and knocked on her door. Lillian opened it and immediately stepped into his embrace.
“You should check to see who it is,” Erik chastised her.
Lillian laughed. “Pretty sure I already escaped the clutches of evil today,” she said. “I’m fine.”
They made their way into the apartment he knew well by now and settled down on the couch. Lillian snuggled into his side as he watched her from the corner of her eye.
By the time he’d returned her call, she’d long since calmed down. In fact, her attitude was starting to worry him. Maybe Hall had done something she didn’t want to mention so she could spare his feelings.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Lillian nodded. “Better now that you’re here,” she mumbled against him.
He gently took her wrist and frowned at the marks there. They didn’t seem like fine to him.
“He shouldn’t have touched you,” Erik growled, the wolf in him furious anyone had dared touch his woman.
She pulled her hand back. “He was scared,” she said. “I could feel how scared he was. I think he was trying to fight the drug.”
It gave him hope that they might be able to come out of this with their junior member again. He knew that Tyr was determined to help him. Many of the other men worried what they would do if they couldn’t help Hall. It was certainly something that plagued his mind.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said softly. “I should have been.”
Lillian lifted her head from his chest and placed a soft kiss against his lips. “I’m not totally defenseless.”
Erik wanted to laugh but decided against it. Comparing a human to a full-blown berserker was like comparing an ant to an elephant. A chuckle managed to escape.
Lillian poked him in the ribs. “You all aren’t as tough as you seem.” She grinned.
Erik laughed and pulled her onto his lap, her hips straddling him as he did so.
She smiled down at him as she leaned in to kiss him deeply this time, her tongue slipping into his mouth.
He hadn’t meant for it to go this direction. Really he just wanted to comfort her. To let her know that he was there for her. Still, with her warm body pressed into his, it was hard to resist.
Erik frowned as the orange menace glared at him from his spot on the coffee table. He pulled back and sighed.
“He’s doing it again.”
Lillian sighed and turned to coo at the devil cat. “Mr. Fuzzy Pants just needs a little more time to get used to you.”
Erik frowned. He didn’t think time was going to solve their issues. Years of ingrained resentment wasn’t going to go away that quickly. And although he would never admit it, they were clearly in competition for Lillian’s affection, and he’d be damned if he let the cat win over him.
She sighed loudly as she climbed off his lap to pad over to where the cat sat still staring at him.
“Let’s go Mr. Fuzzy Pants so the silly man can rock Mommy’s world.”
Erik might have grinned if he wasn’t certain the damned cat was flipping him off on his way to the room.
Once inside, Mr. Fuzzy Pants started his usual yowling like it was the end of the world.
Erik sighed and pulled out a little mouse toy from his pocket. “Here,” he grunted to Lillian as she stepped over to the couch. “For the demon cat.”
She took the small toy into her hands and stared at it for a moment. A smile lit up her face, and by the look of it, you’d have thought he’d handed her a diamond.
Lillian slipped into the room and instantly the cat stopped its noise.
Erik frowned as he sat on the couch. How had it come to this? Offering cat toys so he could get a little action in peace. It was a sad damn day.
After a minute, the door opened, and Erik had forgotten anything that was in his brain before. Probably because all the blood went rushing to other parts of his body.
Lillian’s hair was down. He loved it when she wore her hair down. And she had put on some sort of little red see-through nightie that was split open down the middle and showing off her creamy skin.
Her nipples peeked though the see-through material, and the barely there panties just begged to be disposed off.
Erik swallowed hard as she walked and stood in front of him. “Is this because of the cat toy?”
Lillian smiled and gave a small shrug. Fuck, he’d buy the demon cat a whole truckload if it meant he got thanked like this.
He let his hands skim up her creamy thighs and settled on the soft indent at her waist. Erik gave a small tug, and she leaned into him. Her mouth found his instantly.
Only she didn’t stay put. For a moment, Erik was confused until Lillian settled between his legs, tugging on his pants to help free his lower half.
Erik tilted his hips up a bit as she slid his pants down, pulling them totally off before returning to her spot on the floor, kneeling between his legs.
Lillian looked up to him as she leaned forward and placed her mouth just over the head of his cock. Her sweet pink lips stretched to take him in.
Christ, he’d thought about this since the moment he’d met her.
Her mouth slid a little further down. He could feel her tongue working on the under side of the vein, and it was driving him mad with need.
Lillian pushed him as far as she could go before wrapping her small hand around his base. Erik watched as she twisted her hand in time with her mouth, coating his dick with her saliva so she slid over him easily.
He could already feel the tightening in his balls. Her mouth was great, but he wanted to be inside her. To watch as he filled her up and she cried out his name as they found their release.
Lillian pulled up to the head and licked the slit there. A bit of precum slid out. She swallowed it.
That was all he could take. Erik lifted her from her spot on the floor and pulled at the ties on her little panties.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked as he pulled her onto his lap.
Erik shook his head. “Not a chance,” he groaned. His cock bumped against her wet pussy before he slid her onto him. Erik stared into her eyes as he filled her up. “You did something very right.”
Lillian moaned as he helped guide her over him, lifting her and lowering her at a maddening pace, slowly filling her up and then sliding nearly all the way out.
She groaned when he yanked down the top of her outfit, freeing her breasts so he could tease them as he teased her pussy.
Finally, when he could stand no more, Erik stood with her in his arms. Her sweet pussy pressed hard over him as he hooked her legs over his arms and lifted her off him, then back down again. His hips thrust and met her body in midair, the sweet slap of skin filling the air as they did so.
“Yes,” she moaned.
Lillian slid her arms around his neck as he slapped into her. Her hips bounced over him as they each slammed into one another.
“So deep,” she cried.
Erik could feel himself hitting the deepest part of her. Each time he did, her cervix contracted around his tip, trying to pull the release from him.
The pressure became unbearable, and he sank into her one last time, rubbing his head against the tender spot until she cried out in release. Her womb sucked his dick as he spurted deep inside her.
Erik moved back over to the couch, his cock still buried in her and Lillian limp in his arms.
He thought she was asleep when she finally mumbled against his chest. “I guess you like the outfit.”
Erik laughed as he felt her smile against him. His cock was already starting to grow hard once again.
“Sounds like you need another demonstration.”