Fallen Heroes: Dark Dreams

Wild Night

Chapter 2: Wild Night

The buzz was definitely there, Lola leaned against the wall for some sort of support. Her head was muddled and foggy, and at last the images of nights of terror were finally blurry. She looked at her friend Mila, laughing with a sandy haired man at the booth across the floor. The desolation seemed to envelop her. She was surrounded by people and yet she felt completely alone.

She looked toward the bar... The gorgeous blond viking was gone. But the dark haired stranger with the deep dark eyes was still there staring into the crowd. For some reason she felt like they shared this feeling... This feeling of being utterly alone.

With drunken courage she walked over to him. The crowd was quite thick and she bumped into several people. Mumbling a sorry she continued to walk. Feeling a boldness and bravery she normally lacked. As she came closer she realized his dark gaze had drifted straight to her. She felt her cheeks burn and her body heating up. Her breath already shaky from too many shots became even more labored.

His gaze was direct and never wavered from hers. So she kept looking back at him and continued walking. Somehow it almost felt like she was wading through a pool. There seemed to be some kind of resistance and the moment seemed so drawn out. Making her heart beat faster and her throat dry.

Finally she stood in front of him. She was lost for words and simply stared.

He stared back... Then dropped his gaze to her mouth. Her body heated even more. Her body felt unsteady and her hands moved of its own volition grabbing onto his knees for support.

One side of his mouth moved up... Not quite a smile... More a snarl... He looked up into her face again. And then he shifted.. His legs widening. He pulled her in closer... Into the space between his legs. Then his one hand moved up and touched her face. Very softy he lifted her chin.. She moved her body closer. Needing more. She needed to feel him. To feel connected. She felt his lower body against hers. She felt the hard need pressing against her. Looking up at that dark gaze she opened her mouth just as his came crashing into hers. One hand was still on her face and slid into her hair. The other moved around her pulling her even closer. It was intoxicating. His smell, his touch and the familiar feeling that she felt around him.

Somehow she knew his strength and his power. After a mind numbing kiss, he pulled away and stared at her.

"Exactly how drunk are you?" he drawled. His voice deep and seemed to vibrate through her chest.

She leaned in and laid her head against his chest. She breathed in deeply. Inhaling him.

"Not too drunk," she mumbled. "Enough to know what I'm doing is probably not the best idea, but drunk enough to not give a s**t and make that tomorrow's problem."

He gave a slight chuckle and lifted her face to look at him. For some reason the loud music seemed a thousand miles away as she stared into his serious face.

"I want you. But I don't want complications. My life has no place for anyone in it." His voice and face so serious and yet his eyes seemed softer.

"I don't want tomorrow's. I only want now.." she replied. His gaze became hotter. More intense.

He pushed her out of his embrace but took her hand in his and started walking. Lola had no idea where she was walking to. It seemed they were going towards a doorway next to the bar.

A hand grabbed her arm. Startled she stopped and looked back. He stopped and turned with her.

Mila looked at her with concern.

"Where are you going?"

"Your friend is safe. My place is upstairs," he replied.

"I will be fine Mila, I need this. I will call you and if I don't call you by morning you call the cops." Lola hugged Mila and gave her a smile before turning back and indicating that her serious companion continue moving.

"I will, call the cops I mean. I expect a call as soon as light hits your face."

Mila had a hard edge to her voice.

Lola and her companion was already moving toward the door again. He opened the door and stood aside for her to walk through first. She hesitated and walked through. They walked through a corridor and then there was a staircase. The walls were clean but there were no decorations. No photos, nothing.

Finally at the top of the staircase a long corridor awaited. Lola looked at the corridor and felt empty. She needed his touch, she needed to have the feeling of warmth back. Before he could walk too far ahead she pulled him back and pushed him against the wall. She lifted her arms around his neck and pulled his surprised mouth down to meet hers again. She pressed every inch of her body against him. He didn't disappoint. His hand came around her back and gripped her top in a bunch. She felt him lift her up and wrapped her legs around him.

His tongue was driving into her mouth, slowly and yet in a dominant kiss that was driving her mad. She felt heated and needy.

They were still kissing but she felt the sensation of being carried down the corridor. He slammed a door open and closed again and she felt her back push against the door. His body was moving against hers and she felt him against her. His hardness pushing against her, making her fevered and wet.

She groaned against his mouth and grabbed fistfulls of hair. His hair was so soft and in such a contrast to his hard body. Her body was lowered onto the softness of what felt like a bed. She opened her eyes and stared into his.

"My name is Verris. Are you still sure you want this..?" his voice was gravelly.

She nodded.

"You need to say it. Say, yes Verris, I want you to take me," he said in his now familiar serious tone. Lola couldn't help but giggle. She couldn't remember when last she had made that sound.

"Yes Verris. I, Lola, in case you wanted my name, want you to screw me until I have no sense left." Lola gave a sly smile. He gave a slight smile, something she felt he probably didn't do very often. He pulled his shirt up over his head. Lola stared at his heavily muscled chest. There were a few strange scars, but she wanted to touch every part of his hard chest. She let her hand graze over his n****e and felt him shudder. He pushed her hand above her head and then bent and pulled top up and over her head.

Her breast felt tight as he let his gaze drift over them. Her n*****s were almost to the point of painfully hard. She let her hand go to the back and unclasped her bra while he was still staring down at her with a hungry tense look. As her breast tumbled free from their captivity he groaned and his hand moved to touch her. He cupped one breast and then both. Even though the texture of his hands were rough, his touch was gentle.

He brushed a thumb over her n****e making her gasp and need flare up even more.

"I can't wait.." she moaned tersely, lifting her hips and opening the zipper of her jeans. He looked down almost dumbly. Then nodded and looked down to her boots. He pulled them off quickly and then grabbed her jeans and pulled them off her just as quickly. Then as she struggled to get her panties off he was unceremoniously pushing off his own shoes and pulling down his own pants. He froze for a moment, leaning his hand on the bed and breathing in deeply. Then leaned over her to the bedside table, pulled open a drawer and grabbed a condom. As he moved backward she took the condom from his hand and opened it as quickly as she could.

He stared at her and waited as she placed it on him. As he felt her hand touching him he closed his eyes, growled and held onto the little bit of control he still had. Her hands were so soft.

He was still on his knees, eyes closed when he felt her pulling him down on top of him.

"Now, please!" she begged.

He steadied himself with one hand, not wanting his full weight to crush her. His other hand grabbed himself to guide himself into that sweet spot. He wanted to move slow. But his last control was fading fast.

Then he felt her warm tongue on his n****e and he lost his last control. He slammed into her hard and fast, a hoarse sound coming from deep in his throat. She moaned and he felt it all over his body. She was slick with need and her legs wrapped around him, holding on as he slammed into her again and again.

More... More... Was all her mind could think. She had her hands on his back her nails pushing into his skin as the feeling began to build inside her.... She felt him everywhere. His mouth warm at her neck. One hand in her hair, grabbing slightly. The other holding himself just above her. But with every thrust she gave, she took, she wanted more.

Then without warning she felt her orgasm, her body trembled with the force of it and she threw her head back, moaning. She felt his body tremble, his hoarse shout and his strength fading, and as she felt his body lean on hers she looked up into his eyes and that feeling of familiarity hit her.

She knew...

She knew him...