Dealer's Choice

Thyra:

It was like the Gods were watching us, crying out in exhilaration as his muscular shaft pierced through my quivering folds, slamming into the depths of my pulsating walls as the stereo thundered out ‘Lyfjaberg’- Wardruna.

Gripping tightly to his taut shoulders as his muscular physique thrusted his hard-rod into my womb with sharp snaps and jerks, trapping my panting body between the cool shower wall and his heated flesh. Growling, snarling out in erotic bliss slicing my fang along my palm, squeezing it closed as crimson dripped down his watery chest muscles with a snarling moan.

The raging lust in his glacier greens spoke louder than any words, dragging my bloody palm over his sexy taut face as a sign to the Gods of our bond. Moaning wildly as his goliath palms slammed my hips forcefully into each jaw-snapping thrust. Running my bloody palm over my face, licking up the coppery liquid with a swirling heat coursing through my body as the heavens split open, thrusting us out across the skies in a thundering surge of electricity.

“ROCKO!” Screaming out his name in an erogenous surge of blissful rapture, snarling out, sinking my fangs deep into his collarbone as his body jerked and trembled with each ramming thrust.

“Thyra.” His growling snarl of euphoric bliss hurtled my body out of control, sinking those beastly fangs deep into my burning flesh as his hot seed filled my quivering womb with a tingling surge of fulfillment.

Panting wildly, resting my forehead against his water coated shoulder, watching his abdominal muscles twitch and contract with each gasping breath. Smiling as his warm palms roamed over my sensitive flesh, looking up into those beautiful greens that reminded me of an icy glacier, so majestic, fierce, mysterious, and he was all mine.

“Did I hurt you?” His husky voice pulled me from the euphoric clouds, looking down to his fingers brushing over my bruised flesh, which seemed worse than it really was because of my ivory skin. Shaking my head softly, running my fingers through his damp sandy locks as he slowly dislodged his still hard cock from my twitching walls.

“Stay right here.” He pointed to my current position on the shower floor, licking my lips as his glutes flexed and pulled with each stride, grabbing his shaving kit from the cabinet with a playful smirk laced across the normal expression of seriousness.

Leaning back under the warm water, grabbing shampoo from the built-in shelf as he slid back into the shower, kneeling with a glimmering brightness in those hypnotizing greens.

“Don’t freak out, but I only use the straight-razor.” Not paying attention to his hands pulling out the shaving kit, lost in those swirling greens as small trails of blackness swirled around the iris.

“We’re old school.” Laughing lightly, massaging the shampoo through my soaked locks as he generously lathered up my legs, giggling with the soft tingles that erupted up my spine as his fingers cupped the flesh.

“You’re definitely old school.” His chuckling smile melted my insides, pointing to his face still marked by my blood as his hands firmly, but gently guided the razor up my hairy leg, exhaling in the soothing sound of the hair scraping away with the sharpness.

Rinsing out my long locks, lathering in conditioner as he meticulously shaved every inch with a precise eye, motioning for me to spread my legs with a hungry glint in his eye. Gulping back the fluttering butterflies that swirled up my throat, leaning back hesitantly as his strong fingers brushed over the sensitive flesh.

“Suggestions?” Those glacier greens looking up with a devilish smirk ticking at the corners of his plush lips.

Shuddering out an exhale of swirling anticipation of him examining my private parts as his tongue licked across his lips slowly. A feral, carnal expression darkened his eyes as his muscular body shifted. Hovering inches from the hairy bush that irked me deeply, wanting to snatch that razor from his hand and shave it all off, but I was a woman now, not a young mindless girl.

“Dealer’s choice.” Blushing back a whimpering cry as his lips twitched up into a smirk baring his sharp fangs, inhaling sharply as his fingers pressed the skin taut, gliding the razor slowly along the sensitive skin.

Huffing away the water that rolled over my head, staring at this larger-than-life man delicately shaving and caressing my private area, brushing his muscular fingers over the freshly shaven skin making sure it was smoother than a babies bottom. Grinning at the neatly trimmed and shaved area, feeling the small patch of hair with a questioning brow.

“Before you ask.” His voice dripped with a heavy huskiness, shutting down the water, quickly putting away his shaving kit before scooping my soggy ass from the tiled floor. Snatching up a towel in passing as his muscular body stalked firmly into the bedroom, tossed onto the disheveled bed with gasping ‘yelp’.

Pushing my head back into the bed, noticing the silky darkness of night embracing the soft glows of daylight in the horizon as the room filled with the haunting horns of ‘Snake Pit Poetry’-Einar Selvik.

Snapping my eyes back to those piercing glacier greens as they swirled wildly against his beast’s presence. Slicing his palm with his fang, smearing his blood over mine like a warrior preparing for battle, rubbing his palms together before grabbing my thighs, sliding my sexually charged body down to the edge of the bed.

“Seeing how our ‘Gods’ have spoken, let’s honor our heritage.” Nodding in agreement as the Nordic chanting overwhelmed my senses, sinking further into the euphoric embrace as the bed dipped between my squirming thighs. Gasping out as his hot breath fanned over the sensitive flesh along my pelvic muscle and the small patch of trimmed hair, arching upward as his sweltering tongue speared past the fleshy barriers, plunging into my quivering opening.

Grasping at anything as his nose pushed into my swollen clit, growling, snarling against the tender flesh. The chesty vibrations plunging my ass over the ecstasy cliff head first. Screaming out incoherent slurs as the swirling heavens clashed and collided into a massive tidal wave of cascading colors and sounds, shredded apart and put back together by this Godly-man perched between my trembling legs.

“R-Rocko.” Panting out his name, lifting my tingling arm as the door slammed opened with a snarling growl, wood chunks and hardware flinging in sporadic directions as Rocko jumped to his feet, snarling, claws drawn. Rolling quickly from the bed with a sheet wrapped loosely around my front, cocking my head to the side as Max stood in the doorway snarling out slurred curses.

“What the Fuck! Max?” Rocko exhaled slowly between panting breaths, turning down the stereo as the hallway filled with curious on-lookers, smirking, wolf whistling at the sight before them.

“I…ah…ah fuck! I’m sorry Rocko. I came up here to let Thyra know Peyton woke-up. Desmond and Izzy are checking him over, making sure his ‘bloodlust’ is in check, but then I smelt your blood and another scent I’m not familiar with, your link was blocked and the music... Where is Thyra?” Max rubbed the back of his neck nervously as his eyes roamed around the room, landing on me with a perked brow.

Side glancing Rocko’s amused expression, lacing my fingers into his outstretched hand as he pulled me into his chest, resting his chin on my head.

“Hi, Max.” Laughing lightly, wiggling my fingers at his shocked expression, snarling over his shoulder as the hallway cleared with loud stampeding footfalls.

It reminded me Meerkat’s as they ducked into rooms or disappeared around walls at the presence of danger, which was a temperamental ‘Black Bear’ with a nasty craving for blood.

“Thyra? But how? When?” His shocked expression lifted into a goofy smirk, pointing a shaky finger between us.

“In the flesh brother. Thanks to a special vessel that has awaken, and not long.” Looking up at Rocko’s amused expression, gently squeezing his forearm that held me firmly across the chest.

“Working fast aren’t ya? And what’s with the blood?” Max’s amused smirk flattened out into firm line as his by-colored eyes narrowed in on Rocko like a true protective brother.

“I’ve waited thirty years for this special woman, and I’m not losing her again. The blood is a symbolic gesture to our Nordic heritage. You still have a lot to learn about your family lineage Maxi boy.” Rocko kissed my forehead softly, reaching for a pair of sweats that were tossed on the floor by the bed as Max examined the damaged door, pushing it closed enough for us to dress privately.

Laughing silently at Max’s grumbling as he jiggled the broken deadbolt, sighing heavily as he removed the twisted locking mechanism, tossing it into the hallway.

“You’re so beautiful.” Rocko linked happily, leaning over to place a gentle kiss along my tender lips, slipping on a pair of gray sweats and red t-shirt that Rocko had bought in preparations for the day I returned to human.

“And you’re so handsome.” Cupping his cheek softly, rolling my eyes at the low growling from Max as he fought to reign in his protectiveness.

“How is my son?” Picking up the discarded linens, tossing them into the laundry basket as Max motioned for us to follow him.

“He keeps calling out for Bailey, but anything beyond that is touch and go with the various treatments he’s receiving to keep him sedated and sated.” Skip-walking to keep up with both men and their long-ass strides, exhaling in relief when Max motioned for us to enter the elevator, perking a questioning brow as he placed a key in the slot, pressing the hidden button that scanned his thumb print.

“We had him moved to the secured medical unit in the sub-basement.” Rocko answered my silent question, holding my back firmly to his purring chest as his muscular arms snaked around my waist in a protective hold.

“How is Bailey? Last update from Desmond was that she was stable, but highly agitated and aggressive.” Looking between both men as they silently conversed, slapping Rocko’s chest to get his attention with a scowling frown as the elevator doors dinged open to growling screams.

Breaking free of Rocko’s protective grip with a few warning snarls in motion.