[NSFW 18+] Collection #2 - Post 01 | You Have to Stay With Me When It Rains... (Patreon)

This is a deleted scene I contemplated for book 5... it just didn't 100% make it but you get to read it anyway!

This is a deleted scene I contemplated for book 5... it just didn't 100% make it but you get to read it anyway!

This is a deleted scene I contemplated for book 5... it just didn't 100% fit in, but you get to read it anyway!

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“Nathaniel,” Eric called as he approached from down the hall.

I turned back at the sound of his voice, and waited in place for him to catch up. Overcast light from the incoming storm heightened the contrast of his hair and skin, making him glow. He broke into a light jog to reach me quicker, and I automatically hovered my arm out for him, knowing he would latch onto it. 

“Your training finished early?” I asked, as he wrapped himself around my forearm as expected.

“It’s going to rain,” he kissed the top of my shoulder as he spoke and I temporarily lost the ability to formulate intelligent sentences. 

“Is it?” Obviously, it was. 

He chuckled, “Yes, and, as per our agreement, if it’s raining you have to stay with me.” His calm articulation made it sound like a threat, and I smiled. He was delightful, in a poisonous way.

“I remember,” I assured. With my hand at his waist I guided him forward, “But I still have work to do.”

“Nothing happens in the castle when it rains,” he complained. 

“The paperwork builds up,” I disagreed, nudging him in the direction of my office. 

Eric didn’t look impressed, but he made no complaint. He prefers to be with me, even if we’re not on leisure time. It’s one of the reasons I enjoy his company, he is genuine in his need and sweet in his longing. It would be rude of me not to reward him for that. 

When we reached my office I closed the door and he moved to occupy his place on the daybed with all the drama of a fainting lady to make sure I knew of his displeasure. But when he stepped away from me, I pulled him back. Curling my arms around his waist I reached up under his shirt to hold his throat, “Where do you think you’re going?” I whispered in his ear. 

Eric squirmed with the cold of my touch, giving a small huff as I held him against me, “Who said you could touch me like that?” He countered with a savage smile. 

“Can’t I?”

“Not if that’s all you’re going to do,” he reached back, sliding his hand down my thigh, “it’s not polite to tease me like this and not do anything with me— uh-” he stopped when my hand slid into the front of his pants. 

“You were saying?”

My love didn’t answer, he put his head back with a soft sigh when I touched him, and pressed back against me. He’d failed to realise how much I was hoping it would rain today. How coming to me of his own will had sealed his fate. I’d wanted to have him from the second I’d sat down at my desk and the quill broke hours earlier, blotting the paper with black ink. Frustration requires release, and Eric was that for me. 

“I’m glad it’s raining,” I tilted his head to the side so I could kiss his neck and throat. His pulse raced under my lips and he gave a soft groan when I touched him faster.

“Kiss me?” He begged, breathless.

I licked from his jaw to his mouth, obliging the request and letting him whimper. He broke the kiss to give a quiet cry when I made him finish in my hand. 

Shuddering a breath of pleasure, he struggled for a moment, unable to consolidate his thoughts, “Bad day?” he guessed.

“Quill broke,” I explained briefly, “Take your pants off.”

He followed the order without hesitation, and turned to kiss me as I prepared him. To say I was gentle when I took him against the wall would be a lie. His nails scraped my back, neck, shoulders—I kissed him as if I were starving. Dewy sweat beaded along his hairline, and his cheeks turned flush with colour.

“I love you…” he panted between each thrust, and I knew he meant it. 

Whatever pretence of control I’d held vanished. I needed him, and taking him in every way was the closest I could get to the control I craved. The wash of rain against the window damped the sound of his groans, and we were lost to anything but each other. 

By the time we were finished, I couldn’t remember how we got to the floor, nor could I stand. I’d held him up too long and the muscles fatigued, I suppose that matched, since Eric didn’t try to stand either. 

“I… ..” he started but gave up, shaking his head unable to catch his breath enough to finish the thought. 

“It’s okay…” I assured, kissing his forehead. 

He leaned up toward me and closed his eyes, it was reflex, not lust. He couldn’t take anymore, and I wasn’t going to try. His whole body trembled with every breath he took, and his grip was weakened. Maybe I was too rough this time…

I cupped his face in my hands as I tried to decide, and he held my wrist. “Let go… I’m fine~”

“…Did I push you too far?” I didn’t want to ask. 

“No,” he sounded overconfident in his certainty, but he couldn’t lie, so it had to be true.

I rested my face against his, “Good… I thought maybe Vanir weren’t as tough as they claimed.”

Eric scoffed, pushing my face away, “Arrogant bastard.” He didn’t appreciate my teasing. 

“You’re precious to me too,” I commented with a chuckle and his expression softened. 

“You had better mean that.”

Did everything he said have to sound like a threat? 

“I do…”

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