Chapter 13

Erik

There was no way in hell I was going to avoid her without forgoing my favorite place to breathe. The library meant everything to me, and if I were being honest with myself, Grace was a huge part of that.

"No." She stepped back, and I reached out, grabbing her wrist as she lost her balance and almost stumbled down the stairs. "Oh shit." She reached for me, tucking herself against my chest as I wrapped an arm around her.

"Be more careful," I barked as I glanced down into her face. My heart constricted, and the air around me grew thin. Her big brown eyes were filled with something far beyond lust. I moved back and tucked my hands in my jeans. "You need to watch what you're doing, Grace. You could have been hurt. Fuck."

"Right." She turned and walked past me, leaving the scent of her shampoo lingering in the air. I breathed in deeply and ignored the deep throb in my jeans. The poor girl had experienced far more of my lust than anyone deserved lately. The thought of her giving up her virginity to me the night before left me feeling things that I shouldn't.

I wanted to protect her.

To honor her.

To make her my own. Forever.

"Stop it. Shit." I turned on my heel and walked toward the history section, snatching up the book I was reading and finding a good place to lose myself within the pages. If my father knew I was at the library reading a book, he'd shit himself, and then he'd beat me within an inch of my life.

But it was worth it.

I fingered through the old pages as the familiar calm I searched for so often settled over me. To have a moment of reprieve in my world was so rare, and yet I knew exactly where to find it.

The sound of Grace's voice pulled me from the story as she walked by, talking with a tall blond guy, who stood just a little too close to my girl.

"It's over here. I think you'll have to check it out and stay in the library though. It's a reference book." She glanced up at him and smiled as she stopped beside one of the bookshelves near me.

"No problem." He bit his lip and studied her. "Do you, um... Do you maybe wanna help me find it?"

She brushed her hand over her chest. Nerves. Why was she nervous about his question?

"I would, but I really need to get back to work." She turned, and he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Grace."

"She said no." I moved from the wall and walked toward him as the color drained from Grace's face. "Find the fucking book on your own and don't touch her again."

"Erik." She pulled her hand from the guy's grasp and turned to stand between us, her eyes filled with worry. "Please. It's okay."

"Who the fuck are you?" He leaned toward us, his eyes filled with challenge.

"I'm the mother fucker who's going to throw you from this second story window if you touch my girl again." I reached out and took Grace by the shoulders, picking her up and turning to put her down beside me before moving toward the guy. "Understood?"

He started to move toward me and paused. Men knew when enough was enough. The hard look on my face combined with the lack of emotion in my eyes had to have reached him. I had no problem throwing his big ugly ass out of the window behind us.

"Fuck you, man." He walked past me and didn't turn back.

"Who was he?" I turned to face her.

"An old boyfriend. No one really." She turned as if she were done with the conversation.

"Hey. You belong to me. Don't let anyone touch you unless you wanna clean up their blood." I leaned in close, brushing my lips against her ear. "Or did you forget?"

She turned a little, brushing her nose by mine. The bitch had such a strong pull over me that my knees grew weak just staring into her beautiful face.

"I don't belong to anyone. Period." She kissed me quickly, jerked away and walked down the stairs hurriedly.

I followed like an alpha male on the hunt. She didn't belong to anyone? Poor thing must have forgotten what I told her.

She darted in between a row of bookshelves and headed toward the back of the library. I wasn't sure whether she was teasing me or truly scared. Both thoughts lit me up.

Tease.

The door to the conference center almost closed by the time I reached it, but I slipped my fingers in at the last minute and pulled the door open. She turned and walked into a room at the end of the hall. No windows. Good.

I opened the door and slipped into the room as she attacked, surprising me a little.

"I can't stop thinking about you, you sorry bastard." She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted, jumping and wrapping her legs around my waist.

"And here I thought you were in need of a good spanking for forgetting who you belong to." I reached back and locked the door as I cupped her ass and enjoyed the feeling of her lips all over my neck.

"I hate you." She lifted up and rolled her hips, massaging my cock with her soft body and promising me much more than I'd expected after setting her straight the night before.

"I know you do, kitten." I nipped at her lips and put her down. "Shirt and bra off. Get on the table on your back and spread your legs."

"You're so bossy." She walked to the table, pulling off her dark brown sweater and chucking her pretty pink bra at me. Her breasts were perfect, beautiful; her nipples budded hard.

"I'm in charge of you, Grace. Call it what you will." I dropped my jeans and walked toward her as I pulled my shirt over my head. "I wanted to read today, but you had to act up, didn't you?"

"You don't come here to read." She laid down, and her dark hair splayed all over the table. "You come here to see me."

I smirked and slid my hand down between her breasts, over her stomach, and into her panties. "Mighty cocky today, aren't we?" I pressed my fingers down into her heat, and she arched her back, whining a little.

"It's true." She said breathless and reached up to stroke me.

"Maybe." I climbed up on the table, holding myself up with one hand and fingering her tight pussy with the other. "Press your tits together and lower your chin. I want you mouth on me when I come."

Her panting was cute. She was scared. Again.

"What? I don't understand." She reached up and pressed her pretty tits together.

"I think you do." I pulled my hand from her panties for a minute to position my cock to press down through her pretty breasts and made sure to tug on each nipple as I pressed forward between her soft skin. "There we go. Such a good girl." I reached back to grip her face between my thighs and smiled down at her. "Lick anything that comes close to you, kitten."

Her eyes went wide as I pulled back and ran my balls over her mouth. She’s almost cute in her innocence.

"Erik," she mumbled and sucked one of my nuts into her mouth.

I groaned loudly and pressed my free hand back against the table as I fucked her chest nice and slow. Her teasing my balls had me on edge far too fast, but it was all part of the game.

After licking my fingers and getting them good and wet, I slid my hand back into her horrible looking slacks and cupped her mound, driving into her hard and fast.

She jerked on the table below me, her sweet moans filling up the room alongside the scent of her arousal. I breathed in deep and grunted as she scored the back of my thighs with her nails.

"I'm gonna come," she cried out.

I leaned farther forward and tugged her pants down, replacing my hand with my mouth and bringing her over the edge hard and fast. She wrapped her thighs around my head and cried out over and over, bringing me to life in ways I didn't know were possible.

"Please, stop." She pushed on the back of my leg, and I moved up, smiling like a tom-cat. She was beyond beautiful, and untapped by any other man but me. There was something beyond precious in realizing that.

"You play a good girl, but I'm not so sure I believe that lie." I leaned down to look at her from my hands and knees position as I hovered above her sloppy wet sex. "My turn."

"Anything you want." She reached up and grabbed my cock as I adjusted my hips and pressed it deep into her mouth. It only took a few strokes, and I was flying over the edge, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids. I let myself go and rocked against her as she drank me down, her lips so fucking soft, her tongue slapping against the head of my cock as I pulled out.

I was in love, and she was in danger.

After a few more seconds of letting her lick me clean, I rolled over and let out a long groan before looking for my clothes. "You're gonna be the death of me, woman. I swear to God."

"Me?" She sat up and turned, looking like an angel perched up on the conference room table. "You're the one that keeps showing up and stripping me down."

"That's not likely to change, Grace." I grabbed my jeans and pulled them over my waist, my cock still thick and pulsing. "Tell your ex-boyfriend to keep his distance. I'm not a nice guy in the least. I kill for a living. Don't think I wouldn't do it for pleasure."

She stiffened. Good. She needed to understand the reality of who I was. Her next words shocked me.

"Come home with me. Please. Tonight? Like last night. Let me make you dinner." She got off the table and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist as I pulled my shirt down between us.

I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "No."

"Erik. Please. I want more than sex. You know there's something between us."

"Yeah. Sex." I cupped the sides of her face and leaned down, forgoing her beautiful mouth and kissing her cheek. "I can't give you anything more than I'm already giving. Period."

"Not ever?" She pulled back, her skin growing flush as her eyes filled with tears. Fuck.

"No, Grace. Never." I released her and turned, walking toward the door.

"Then don't come back. I'm not sleeping with you again. Period."

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled. "It doesn't work that way, kitten. You're mine right now. When I grow tired of you, you can move on and find a man like frat-boy upstairs, but until then... there's nowhere you can run that I won't find you." I licked my fingers and walked down the hall, hating myself for hurting her, but what fucking choice did I have?

I was falling in love. She had to run. And hopefully she would.