Erasure

{Between the hot air blowing out the heater vents and the low growl of the Hummer's engine as Qhuinn sped us through the Caldwell night, Tory succumbed to the pull of exhaustion, lax in my arms, insensible as I carried her from the elevator and laid her down in our mated bed. The black silk might be cold, but still it offered up a cloud of that dark, possessive scent infused into their fibres. Telling myself sleep was good for Tory...restorative...healing. But the down side? I was left alone with my malignant thoughts...Correction: not alone.. because that was the fucking problem, true. I hadn't just brought Tory home tonight. However dead the SOB might be, HIS scent was fucking everywhere...on me...on Tory... impregnated into her clothes, every strand of her silken hair and fuck if that didn't get my territorial, bonded male instincts All. Fired. Up. Tory oblivious as I unlaced her combat boots and slipped them from her feet, a dagger unsheathed with a rasp of cold steel on leather to slice Tory's ragged shirt from her skin, that motherfucker's reeking stank on Tory clawing at my skin like a swarm of venomous scorpions, gloved hand fisted with rage as I rammed Tory's offending clothing into a black duffle, my own leathers thrown in after, everything infected with HIS stench. I half-jogged, half-ran down the emergency stairs to the basement furnace, the licking orange flames reflected in ice-white irises, feeling the heat of the blaze scorch my skin as I watched that fucker go up in a burst flames. Back turned on the fire, I beat feet back to the Penthouse...to Tory's still sleeping form...and I showered, scrubbed my skin raw like a fucking decontamination protocol, pulled a fresh set of leathers up my thighs, even trashed my glove for untainted hide. Hands braced on the bathroom sink, face lifted to my own scruffy reflection. Damp black hair falling into diamond eyes that stare back at me with a crazed, unhinged look...yup...welcome to the world of the fucking bonded male...................}
*Fuck.......bleary eyes open warily to a flickering darkness, my brain switching back on from an exhaustion coma with groans and aches that travel the length of my body in a dull throb of healing, flailing out sleep-dead limbs in some semblance of movement as the mental and physical seek to reconcile, to get back on track from a separation that kept my mind from destroying itself...fuck...damn world is hazy to all my senses, like I'm touching things through a plastic wrapper, seeing through swim goggles, hearing under water...but fuck...the one sense I would kill to dampen right now is on full fucking power, bombarding me with the scent of my torture, my torturer, it's on me...HIS touch, the scent of HIS blood, HIS skin, drowning my cells in the rank stench of his assault, a noxious perfume staining my body with the memories evoked at just a whiff of that revolting stink...I am disgusting, lying in a bed of bonding scent that touches the edges of HIS rancid brand with greedy tendrils, desperately winding through my senses with dark spices...not enough...like a rose in a garbage heap...I need to plant a whole damn rose garden...and I'm already seeking out the source of that faint beautiful scent, drawing me into the swell of sultry steam infused with the unique, soul saving incense of my male...V...I need to bathe in that scent...my haven...bedraggled, dry blood coated as I am, my arms still wrap stealthily around V's waist, keeping the worst of the scum from his skin...I need to shower, scrub layers of flesh off before he can touch me, but the low whispered words beg for my hellren's presence* Stay with me...please...while I shower...I dont want to be in here alone... 
{sensing your presence long before those fragile arms wind around my bare waist, rooted to the spot, my head swivels back towards the plea in your voice, fingers tightening reflexively around the cold porcelain lip of the sink as your scent floods my lungs, fangs unsheathed on a hiss...whoa Vishous...yanking hard on the mental choke-chain of my restraint, because given a thin inch, the caged, predatorial beast would be all fucking over you, devouring you alive...fuck...dipping my head in a short nod, voice distorted by the effort of containment} Not going anywhere, Tory, true...
*fingertips grazing the ripped muscle of your abs in a lingering reassurance before my skin leaves yours and that tightness in my chest starts up again, my lungs closing off, throat swallowing around a fist of insane separation anxiety I've only ever felt in the aftermath of the Omega's games...fuck...shutting myself quickly into the shower, the water is scalding, a boiling wash of heat pouring rain to tender flesh and searing off skin with the brutal scrubbing, a cheese-grater peeling HIM from my body scent molecule by scent molecule...and I can feel you...on the other side of the glass, a tempest of male instinct stuffed into the body of a warrior, all tension and power burning hotter than the water ...cleansed raw, my forehead leans to slick marble, wet curves shivering in the torrent of fiery water as blood washes rusty down the drain, swirling every last piece of HIM into the sewers where he belongs...but still...I'm...tainted...*
{snagging a black cotton towel from the rail, leather-covered ass slid up onto the bathroom counter to wait for you, the pent-up tension in my warrior frame escaping through hairline cracks, shitkickers swinging, pounding a heavy beat on the marble, fangs cutting into the soft flesh of my lip, breaths growled from my lungs, the towel twisted in tight fists, flicked out into the steamy, soap-scented air that floods the bathroom, a satisfying pop as the tip of the towel cracks, just like a whip...just like...FUCK!!!...like the one that motherfucker used on your skin...I'd seen the marks but all I'd cared about then was that you were breathing, that you would live for me...now?...now it clawed at my heart, invading, taking root in my soul like a cancer...}
*breath leaves my lungs on a wet exhalation, a sigh trying to rid myself of the heavy feeling in my gut, the sense that my skin is not as clean as it looks, that even with it raw and in places bleeding, I will still be able to smell HIM, feel him when I leave the sterile heat of the cubicle...I have so many demons, and they crawl and swarm, making me dirty with their memories until I cant see myself...I need you to make me clean, to bathe me in the scent I dreamt of in the hanging prison...bracing, steeling myself to face the powerful purity of your presence...flushed porcelain skin pats out of the shower stall for a towel, sodden hair wrapping hot, wet curves in a blanket of soaked silk...coming up empty* nallum? Have you taken the towel? *wouldnt put it past you, you had a tendency to like me naked and it's not the first time you've left me towel less...but I dont want you to see the marks that arent yours, still healing...still branding* V?
This what you're looking for Tory? {Fuck...the feral weight of my diamond stare heavy on the flushed wet curves of your naked skin, the black Egyptian cotton bath-sheet sliding through my palms, my voice betraying the tension that hums just beneath the surface, looping the towel over your head to snag your ass in a cotton lasso, yanking your dripping wet, inked curves between my seated thighs, water slicking leather, streaming rivulets over the erotic geography of your form, dropping my forehead to yours on a low growl, goatee'd mouth a breath..a fucking eternity from your wet lips, voice cracking} Fuck, I missed you Tory...I thought I'd lost you....
wicked male....*surrendering to the towel leash wrapping wet skin in a reining tug that brings me to you, face upturned in a silent demanding expectation of the kisses you hold off, hovering over my lips with a tension that thickens the air, the weight of your gaze tightening my body, drawing up the hard pink peaks of my nipples, kissed by cool air, I am helpless to stop the visceral reaction, it is as breathing, instinctual, necessary...captured between your thighs, my cage is one of arousal, wet palms slipping up your water-glossed clean leathers, voice taut breathed to your lips, trying to reassure that broken edge* I missed you V...*taking your next breath with a kiss, rough, animal* You will never lose me....*fingers wandering to curve into your waistband and feather my thumb to hot skin, anchoring* you're getting wet.... 
Yes. I am..{the words swallowed by the ravaging crush of your starved mouth on mine, stealing my breath, shitkickers crossed at the heels, locking powerful calves to the lithe mounds of your ass, animal hunger driving me to grind your bare, intimate skin on the thick, iron ridge that strains the seams of my leathers, your hair dripping, sodden silk, heavy on my biceps, the counter height negating our substantial height difference, the erect peaks of your nipples grazing my scarred pecs, my words husky, punctuated by biting kisses as my hungry, goatee'd mouth devours your heat-swollen lips} Question is Tory....are you?
hmmm...wet or wicked? *jailed in the confines of your body, a willing prisoner in the aroused lock of limbs, the hard press of steely flesh restrained by leather and grinding out a command for freedom against intimate skin answered by the rock of my hips, the beaded peaks of my nipples rubbing a tantalising friction to the steam damp heat of your chest...and I'm melting...demons scurry from the heat, their ice thawing in the wake of igniting arousal, my thighs wet with slick desire, delicate folds jewelled by the dew of lust, drenched...dragging deep, fiery, lingering kisses from your mouth, an invitation spelled out in purrs and grinding undulations, bitten to your lips in feral hunger* Why dont you find out?
Fuck.. you challenging me Tory? {control balanced on a knife-edge, words thick with lust and erotic threat, breathed and bitten savagely to your lips, accentuated by the hard-ground revolution of my hips that work my arousal on the slippery sensitive nerve-centre at the top of your cleft...feeling exactly how wet and wicked you are, a molten desire that licks flames of erotic heat over my skin and pulses a throbbing ache through the rock-hard shaft of my cock} because, Tory...you know I can't resist a fucking challenge, true {wet velvet tongue pushing at the seam of your lips, opening you up to me even as strong hands yank on the towel, spinning your curves like a beyblade that reels you face forward to the tiled wall, wet palms splaying on marble to halt the centrifugal force that torques your body, hair an ebony wet lash of soaked curls falling to your ass as the towel dumps, sodden to the floor and I'm on my feet not a millisecond after you, on my knees the next, fingers digging hard into the curve of your hips, tilting back your pelvis for the rasping, hot, slick stroke of my tongue through the silky, swollen lips of your core, groaning with the raw need to taste you...mark you...own you...fuck...vibrating a growl to your lusciously soft, aroused flesh} fuck Tory....wickedly wet, true...
*a twirl of wet flesh splaying palms to the slippery tiles in a hard impact that shocks me to a gasp, one minute wrapped up in you, the next flush to cold surface, my hips cocked up and back, thighs split, the dominating presence of your hungry warrior body plastering me to the wall in a tender assault of ravenous lips and burning abrasive stubble to the swollen soaked folds of my most intimate flesh, a kiss, intense, erotic, lips meeting lips, tongue sweeping a rasp of velvety licks through the glossy pool of my arousal, dipping into the silken flesh of my sex to torture a firebrand of sensation in curling, probing advances, devouring me with kisses of such possessive sexual intimacy that my thighs tremble, and my hips grind down in a slow beat tempo, guiding your tongue, riding your expert, savagely arousing mouth and basking in the cleansing purity of carnal fire as whimper-cries fill the air with sizzling passion and lust glistens on my skin* fuck...V...yes...*molten on your tongue, my body liquid fire, trembling a tension building with each stroke*
Tory...{fuuuck.. falling back on my heels, your ass gripped savagely, firm flesh squeezed up in rough hands until your toes are scraping marble and your palms are squeaking wet on tile, head thrown back, the raspy stubble of my goatee circling an abrasive rhythm on your clit as my mouth ravages the lush, molten plunder of your sex, your arousal melting on my tongue, glossing starved lips that suck greedily on your folds, my tongue a wet muscular spear thrust with fast, penetrating flicks through the tight-clenched rings guarding the threshold of your core, tapping the well of slick honey that slips down my throat, then flat and raspy, laving long, tantalising strokes that run the entire length of your cleft, jaw locked hard against the downward grind of your pelvis, bony resistance to work the aching, gyrating need that tenses your thighs to trembling muscle, fangs grazing delicate skin with every sucking drag through your flesh, hands clenched hard on your ass, a merciless, relentless, devouring assault, every breath growled rough to aroused flesh} Ahhh...fuck...Tory...
oh fuck..fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..*unintelligible murmurs, nails clawing for purchase on wet marble, you own my body, playing me like a well tuned instrument with sucking drags that trap sensitive folds in the heat of your mouth, nipping a threat of fangs that provokes wild shivers of ecstasy and cranks the riding rock of my hips to a fever pitch, infected with lust as I grind to your jaw, working my clit to the abrasive stubble of your goatee, that tiny bud tormented with agonising sensitivity and overwhelming pleasure jerking my spine to an arc of desire, kicking up the pace, racing fire through the fast pulsing circuit of my blood and jolting sexual electric shocks to clench contractions around the thrust and retreat of your tongue...fuck...you master my body with alternate strokes...backing off when I demand more, attacking me with long, rough fluttering laps, piercing the well of my desire until I'm begging for mercy and my knees buckle...a constant ravaging merciless carnal pleasure drawn out until I'm near delirious from ecstasy, the first quakes of my climax rolling on and on in a continuous lightning explosion of orgasmic tremors, merging, overlapping, working me to peak after shuddering peak with the devilish expertise of your mouth, tongue, fangs...nicks of pain prolonging bliss, short circuiting sentience until I am a floating entity of incandescent love* holy...V...
Fuck YES!! {snarling, biting, grinding, rasping, tongue-fucking your whimper-abused, quivering, orgasmic flesh, a hand released to pop the button and ride the zipper down the heavy ridge of my cock, surging to my feet in a fluid move, gloved  palm planted over the back of your right hand in a claw of barely leashed passion, free hand spanning your belly, literally holding you up as your body spasms through multiple releases, fangs clamping a hard lock on your pulsing vein, gritting out words laced with raw need} I'm going to come inside you now, Tory {angling the demanding head of my cock to your suck-raw throbbing entrance, pushing through the vised resistance of your core in a brutal thrust that flattens your ass against my abs and fuck...so damned aroused, the fever of lust flushing my skin, pumping through the thickly veined shaft of my cock that it takes just those few, wickedly targeted, cry-inducing tight strokes before my hips are bucking reflexively in the throes of blindingly exquisite release, thrusting the molten brand of my love and possession to the tender depths of  your core on a warrior cry} FUCK!!!
*cries rent the air in a symphony of soul soaring ecstasy, but there's no mistaking the rasp of a zipper, the low growled promise in my ear threatening destructive euphoria...thrilling me as our bodies join in an impact of souls and flesh...yes...more, my body collapsed in your arms, relying on your strength to keep me upright, and yet I wind, I undulate, urging on the rough penetration lancing you into the heart of me...cant get enough...more...raw, tender flesh shaping your shaft in the slick fist of greedy need, devouring inches, milking the pumping thrusts driving you to the edge as my fingers grasp around yours, anchoring us both as you fall in a tackling climax of surging fire, curves twisting in sensuous dances of fluid muscle, a being of carnal ecstasy locked to her mate with the vising caresses of euphoric bliss and soul completing love* fuck, Vishous...damn...*fuck that scent makes my head spin, brings the world together and shatters it...realigning skewed facets of my soul...peace in the plume of blooming spices, possessive stroking across sex flushed skin, encasing me in the shroud of our union and erasing any trace of HIM with the beauty of our bonding*
Tory, you have no idea how much I fucking love you {spine curled around yours, hips spasming, drilling your shower-soaked curves into the bathroom tile, goateed jaw falling to your shoulder on a growl of pure male satisfaction, fangs grazing your skin, gloved fingers laced with yours in a hard, climactic grip, musky spices usurping the clean fragrance of your  soap, annihilating any lingering trace of HIM, rising up in the steamy tendrils that wrap our bodies in wet heat, infusing every inch of your skin, every strand of your hair with possessive, vicious love and unbreakable bond} MINE!!
I fucking love you....all yours, only yours...for every forever beyond infinity...*no scent on me but yours, branding possession in every molecule, your name written into every atom of my being, your aroma infused into the cells of my body, a fragranced stamp of ownership I dont mind in the least...a testament to your love, to this soul connection that keeps my heart beating and my lungs working, welded to every hard muscled plane of your body in a languid purr of ultimate satisfaction...until you move, and my hand slips in the grip of yours, sliding over marble tiles in a pinning glide of heart-racing frantic momentary panic...fuck...a brief shadow of hanging, dangling memories and I'm strung taut, panting fighting to shut down the image as it flickers...and fades with the banding strength of your embrace...fuck...head dropping back to your shoulder in a cascade of damp curls that lash my ass, the backs of my thighs in a silk stroke, lids low, disguising the lingering shadows with drowsy sex-blissed emeralds* mmm...now I smell like you again..*bringing our joined hands to my lips, breathless kisses placed reverently to your knuckles*
{Fuck! Your body stills in my arms, relaxed, shuddering curves suddenly tense against my chest, your heart hammering at the vein in your throat and it feels like the air just got sucked from the room...replaced by an arctic chill, low brows  darkening diamond eyes, biting back a growl when I see it...that image of HIM projected from your brain...looming large...MOTHERFUCKER!! he was at your back, just as I am now...his hands on you...touching, groping you...rage building inside me like a scream for vengeance...I could kill the fucker, tear him apart with my own teeth, we could scrub him from our skin, burn him from our clothes, replace his reeking stench with the essence of bonding, but clearly it was going to take something more...extreme...to exorcise the dark memories of HIM from your consciousness forever..................}