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Wow...this is so so SO long overdue. I actually wrote this before Christmas but when uploading the chapter my computer crashed and wiped out everything I have ever written. It took a bit to get back to a good space. Oh and why he kissed Lauren will be reveled next chapter! For all those who have waited, for the comments and follows - thank you! I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Divergent, the book or characters. Also the characters appearing in this story resemble the characters from the movie.
SATISFACTION: noun / fulfillment of one's wishes, expectations, or needs, or the pleasure derived from this.
DAUNTLESS COMPOUND - THE PIT
NOVEMBER
MONDAY - 7:50 P.M.
She watched with savage delight as the final scores flashed across the board above her head. Fierce satisfaction leapt through her, adulation surging hotly into her veins as the top-ranking names were revealed much to the roaring approval of the Dauntless Faction, the first intermingling of unity in the Pit between both the old and newly initiated members.
She had done it.
She had survived.
She had survived Peter's attacks, she survived Jeanine Matthews doubting implications, she had survived the stigma of her Abnegation upbringing.
She had survived herself.
As she had predicted Al, Drew and Mollie had been edged out of the rankings. They would be Factionless and it was no less than what they deserved. And Peter had been demoted in points, barely creeping past his friends and had managed to become Dauntless with the lowest ranking in their class.
They had not broken her. They had not stopped her.
The first jumper from Abnegation who many had deemed pathetically weak was now the first in her class, the top ranked initiate.
Tris Prior was Dauntless.
She was home.
Tris tilted her head back, spreading her arms wide, laughter erupting as she soaked in the the noise and movement surrounding her. The past two weeks had been shrouded in uncertainty, secret meetings between the Dauntless, and Tris knew that change was coming.
She had remained separated from Eric with the explanation that he could influence with the outcome of her tests. The charges against Eric had been dropped but Four had taken over his duties in the overseeing in the current initiate class. Christina had sighed in jealousy when Four would pull Tris aside, delivering instructions from Eric regarding the final test. He had warned her to react as if she was Dauntless, no matter how much she knew the simulations were not real, than she would pass.
And she had and she had won.
Lazily, Tris opened her eyes, searching through the celebrating masses surrounding the Pit's area for the Dauntless leader she had missed.
For the one she yearned to see.
"If you're looking for trouble," Christina advised, her tone gently amused, sliding a supporting arms around Tris's shoulders as she nodded towards the stairs. "I do believe he has found you."
He stood at the top of the stairwell, on the ledge near the scoreboard, he ignoring the noise around him as his attention focused on her.
Her breath caught, a dull red straining her delicately, sculpted cheekbones. The impact of his physical presence took her breath away, her heart pounding so hard, she wondered how he was not able to hear it.
His hands were resting loosely on the bar above his head, his tanned skin pulled taut against his sharp cheekbones. His hair was slicked back from his forehead, the bronzed curve of his chiseled jaw darkened with stubble.
The silmy tailored black jacket covered his upper torso snuggly, straining against his broad shoulders, outlining his flat, muscular stomach. Eric's striking blue eyes locking on hers, momentarily knocking any form of coherent thought from her mind, causing her block to rush hotly through her veins.
He barely bit back a curse. There was a certain radiance to her dusky skin that caused her to glow, the tapered chin pointed towards him in always a stubborn defiance. He had felt half-dead in the weeks he had been separated from her.
But he was still very much alive and he had never been more aware of it before.
The very reason for it stared back at him, following him around all day, taking over his thoughts, sauntering around and teasing him.
Fuck there was no way around it.
He loved her.
A war of wills waged between them as they challenged, teased the other, each all too aware that the next movement would decide which path was chosen. They could back up and walk away, an unspoken agreement that the other would never mention it again or they could choose their other option. Give into the impulse and risk the consequences.
Risk their hearts, their souls.
Blood rushed through her ears, a fluttering sensation in her stomach growing. She watched him through thick, black lashes as his intense gaze darkened, becoming heavy lidded with intent.
His tongue slide over his bottom lip, pulling it back between his teeth.
Tris felt herself dampen, her core clenching at the sight.
"Fuck girl," Christina sighed, her tone wistful as Eric stepped back, turning down the stairs. "I don't know if I should warn your ass to run or offer you my congratulations."
Tris barely had time to think much less respond as he headed straight towards her in a purposeful stride.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands were on her body as they slicked down the curve of her breasts to her sides caressing the swell of her hips, hauling her to his chest, allowing her softness to rest against his strength, continuing his forward momentum until her back pressed cement pillar behind her.
He cupped her buttocks, grasping, filling his hands, her legs twined around his waist, heels hooking together, the raw sensuality of the gesture causing her to gasp and arch into him. Eric slanted his head to the side, stroking his tongue across her lower lips, and she parted her lips slightly, silently inviting him to taste her, give himself what he had been denied.
The fierce pressure, the rasp of his tongue and teeth, sent pure fire racing through her, turning it into something darker and deeper. Her arms slid upwards over his shoulders to wrap his neck and her teeth parted to allow him deeper access, his rough skin brushing over her, his hips hard and demanding against hers.
Instantly desperate, greedily, he repeatedly sank his tongue into her lush, damp heat, sharp hunger, sensation pierced through him, causing him to harshly groan, a low feral sound. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking lightly before deeply plunging and her tongue curled dainty around his, licking, moaning in satisfaction at his taste.
Tris's mouth went wild beneath this, her surrender complete, but her seduction whispered around him, teasing his control as he dragged her harder against him and plundered.
They failed to notice that no one had stopped their display.
This wasn't a matter of temptation, of anger, but of need. No other woman had ever made him ache like this. Not just from watching her.
His lips connected to her neck, inhaling, his teeth nipping, sucking hard as her hips bucking against him, pressing his hardened length in desperate need. She moaned, throaty, husky, pure woman.
A smirk curled his lips, letting her skin slid from his mouth, the words against her smooth skin.
"You feel so good, Tris, so fucking good."
Damn.
She liked that.
Her body trembled, pressing urgently against him, the heat of his palms burned through the thin fabric covering her thighs. Tris was breathless when she murmured his name, but he heard the soft shaky sound through the blood pounding in his temples.
"Stop." Tris finally managed to whisper hoarsely, forcing her mouth away from his, stiffening in his arms. "We can't."
Eric watched her through narrowed eyes, the intense quality of his gaze burning into her. Tris drew in a ragged breath, her lips red and swollen, unlocking her legs from around his waist, sliding down his body.
She raised her hand to his chest, resting over the muscular surface, spreading against the place where his heart beat. Strong and wild.
"Not here."
Tris went where he guided, through the Dauntless members, twisting and turning until the noise and laughter had all but faded. He tightly held her hand in his, his eyes flashing, his body taut as he pushed open the door to his apartment.
In the silence of his apartment, she tensed between the anticipation and dread of what remained unsaid between them as she waited for the contact that would come, the leased vitality that threatened to overwhelm her senses, the glittering force focusing on her.
His hand touched her waist, curving around the slender indent.
Mutely she kept her eyes focus of the shoulder seam of his jacket, trying not to think of the strength of his hand, the muscles of his thighs, making his desire obvious.
In his presence like this, she was torn. Between wanting to run for her own salvation and surrendering to the heat.
She tasted the fury, the frustration, the old carefully buried needs fought their way to the surface.
Standing in his apartment, she was flooded with the memories of laughter, lust, tears, anger...and him kissing Lauren to hurt her.
"I've missed you." Eric's husky voice made a deep rumble, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I can't imagine why." Tris said flatly as she felt an aching anger overcoming her desire begin to form, boiling in the pit of her stomach. Fury at him for pushing aside what they had been in favor of the female Dauntless leader. "I'm sure Lauren kept you plenty occupied during these past weeks."
"Are you jealous?" Eric dipped his head, his mouth warm, touching the soft bare skin of her shoulder, whispering. "She's not you."
Tris closed her eyes, savoring the words, before her spine stiffened and she pushed him hands from her body.
"No." She stepped back, her full lips quivering before she tightly pressed them together. "That doesn't explain why. I can't just forget even if I was able too. Eric, tell me why. I deserve that much."
"Tris."
"No dammit! You can't say these wonderful things, kiss me until I can't think even straight and expect me to fall back in your arms!" Tris's eyes narrowed as she turned her head to look at him, her gaze locking with her. Her words were slow and precise. "You fucking ended us. Remember? Before the Peter, before the trial, you ended us. You touching Lauren ended this."
"I did." He admitted tonelessly. "I kissed Lauren. I told you I did it to hurt you, to push you away. Fuck if it didn't work. I did what was necessary. But if you can't accept that then fucking leave. I never asked you to stay." He hissed, his anger overwhelming his reason.
"Never asked me to stay?" Tris laughed lightly, mocking. "Every moment of every day since I jumped, you have."
"And who begged me to help her? To hold her?" Eric reached out, his hands firmly grasping her upper arms. "Who brought you to life? The precious Four? No, that was me."
"That may be true," Tris agreed softly. "But at least he didn't ignore what was right in front of him like it didn't exist. Like I didn't exist." She brushed past him, tears rimming her eyes, her body trembling. "At least he didn't make me cry."
She could not do this why him, she wasn't strong enough.
She heard his heavy footsteps when he suddenly increased his stride before she made it to his front door, catching her arm in a painful grasp and with one motion brought her colliding with his hard body. His mouth came down, ravaging, his teeth raking across her bottom lip, willing her response.
She struggled against him, twisting, heating curling through her stomach as he lifted his head.
"We're not finished." His forearms trembled with the force it took to restrain his temper. "You can't walk away from me like I don't exist."
They faced one another in silence, she tilted her chin, her eyes daring him to start their fight again.
And he did not disappoint her.
Predatory intent flooded through his veins. He needed more. He always wanted more.
She was his.
His eyes were fiercely primitive, his nostrils flared, biting out the words. "Do you love me?"
"My god! Nothing touches you does it?" Tris cried incredulously, her hands connecting against his chest, attempting to push him back. "How can you have been so blind? Yes, I love you, but I'm tired of bruising myself against it."
She watched his muscles tense, his pupils contracting to tiny pinpoints, blue savagely flaring and her heart leapt wildly in her chest.
"I'm jealous." He admitted, almost soundlessly. "Of watching you with Four, with Will, fuck with any man who is not me, watching you smile at them. My smile." Eric's lips drew back over his teeth as he snarled, breathing hard. "I don't want you looking at another man. Do you understand?"
Her heart lunged wildly in her chest as she took a cautious step back, realizing her miscalculation.
"You want the real me?" Need darkened his words. "I'm yours. I fucking love you."
Elation swirled through her, her mouth slightly drooping open, her green eyes fastened on his face, the ferocity of his expression.
He loved her.
She couldn't comprehend, couldn't believe that he had finally said the words.
It wasn't what she always imagined it would be.
There was no soft caress, no gentle promise, but instead passion surging wildly through him, sweeping her along.
"I...what...can you say it again?"
"I said I love you." Eric repeated, sliding his hands up her back in a slow caress. She quivered, trying to speak, but she couldn't form the words.
He had almost lost her, let her love slip away from him and the very thought tormented him.
"I love you," he whispered. "And I'm not asking, I'm taking."
They kissed, open and wet, tongues tangling, as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders, her fingers grasping at the hem of his shirt.
Heat pooled into her core and she pushed from his shoulders, the material sliding down his arms before she yanked the black shirt free, her mouth plundering his, exploring the expansion of muscular flesh that she quickly sank her nails into.
Tris felt the demanding heat of his rising passion pressing boldly against her, his erection, hard and huge, straining to be free.
One of his hands slipped down and cupped a full breast that was aching for his touch. His palms burned her, his thumbs massaging around and over her nipple in a circular motion that made her moan aloud. Her flimsy shirt was no kind of barrier to his touch and she felt every sensation like he was caressing her bare skin.
Eric broke the heated kiss to allow her and himself to breath and then devoured her mouth once more. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her mouth. He hands found the waist of the tank and began to tug it upwards, dropping it to the ground, his gaze devouring the breasts standing proudly before him.
"Eric." she groaned out his name as he signed in deep, almost painful satisfaction, his tongue flickering and rolling around her nipples. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, not taking his warm mouth off of her breast, holding her close to him, grinding his erection into the soft notch between her legs, shivers of pleasure shrieking through her.
He tasted and licked, snipping delicately,sucking hard bringing both of her nipples to tight wet peaks. Pressing her back against the door, he slid her gently down and took her mouth again. Their harsh breathing filled the room and they slowly began to walk backwards into her bedroom, not breaking the kiss, collapsing onto the mattress.
Eric reached down, sliding her pants off before hooking his strong fingers into the thin fabric of her panties, ripping the garment from front to back, the tattered remains fluttering to the ground.
His tongue lingered almost delicately, lightly circling her with his fingertips, teasing sensitive flesh with the featherlike caress as his hand moved boldly between her legs, one big finger pushing deep inside of her and she arched helplessly, moaning into his mouth, a heated sensation coiled within her. She was already hot, already wet, and and his tongue licked lightly over her flesh, his teeth grazing.
It was almost diabolical, the contrast of intensity between the sweetness of his mouth and the thrust of his fingers as she sank into a dark pool of need.
His touch burned like a brand, and she made an incoherent sound that could have been a plea. He twisted his hand, turning his palm up and driving his fingers in faster and harder that intensified each spasm.
Tris moaned in denial and he leaned back stripping himself of his pants.
Taking his thick, thrusting penis into his hand, he gently rubbed the head against her slick slit until he was satisfied he was thoroughly moistened. Needing to feel the hot slide of his flesh into her, she raised her hips in silent invitation. Her nails were digging into his shoulders, her own senses so heightened she could feel her own pulse as the warm blood pumped through her body as she smelled the hot musk of his arousal.
Eric held back, cupping her chin in his hand and turning her face so he could look at her.
She knew her soul was in her eyes, and he murmured a soft reassurance, and slid his arms under her as he slowly penetrated.
The sensation made both of them catch their breaths; his breath mingling with hers as he made a small moved that lodged him deeper. "All right?" he asked in a soft, guttural tone.
"Yes." The word was barely audible.
Eric captured her lips, his tongue sinking deep as he inched his thick length into her tiny passage, his naked flesh searing hers. She withered in his arms, sharp little cries of distress breaking from her throat at the enormous pressure between her thighs. He shifted his grip on her hips, as he plunged deep causing Tris to cry out arching as pain tore through her.
He began to rock his hips back and forth, a slight movement that caused her taut muscles to relax, allowing the next rock to slide him deeper into the hot, wet clasp of her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled at her. "You have no idea how good you feel to me right now." He bent his head and bit her neck with his sharp teeth causing her to buck her hips and send him even deeper. Her hands clung to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as her body stretched, adjusting to his length. He was fully seated in her now and she could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest as he restrained himself.
Lifting his head from the crook of her neck, he asked her, "Ready?"
"Yes," she sighed, loving the way he stretched her body to fit him. It felt as if they were made for each other.
Eric pulled out of her slowly, until only the tip was in and barely so. Then he shoved his entire length back into her without warning, causing her to cry out. Her legs lifted and twined around his hips and thighs.
"Eric," she whimpered holding onto his arms as he thrust into her. Her hips were rising to meet his, trying to send him even deeper into her, trying to make him one with her.
"Yes…don't stop." She hissed at him.
Eric looked down at her, grinning darkly. "You like that," he muttered and then gave a particularly rough thrust that made her moan in pleasure.
His eyes glittered harshly as he rode her body, she clung to him, gasping as his strong hands gripped her breasts, crying out wordlessly as her hips lifted to his. His hair was plastered to his skull with sweat, she clawed at his back, her body shuddering, lifting and straining towards him. He groaned, too, she was liquid fire in his arms, her body burning his.
He suddenly pulled out of her and ordered, "Turn over."
Tris immediately obeyed, already missing the feeling which she needed so desperately inside of her. Eric grasped her hips and entered her roughly, he was way past gentleness then. His hips slammed against hers, the force driving her down to her elbows. She moaned with every thrust, getting louder and louder, neither caring as his hand slapped smartly against her ass, encouraging her movements.
"Eric," Tris whimpered, gripping the bed sheets tightly. "Please."
Eric slipped one hand around her and pinched her clit with his thumb and forefinger. "Let me feel you cum." he hissed harshly, not missing a stroke.
He was panting, the edges of reality blurred and swirling as the speed and rhythm of his strokes approaching frenzy. She cried out, the intense coil of tension releasing, a fierce sensation pulsating through her body, convulsing, and he held her as she heaved in his arms and her soft internal muscles milked his erection.
The muscles in her entire lower body tightened and clamped down, holding him, shaping themselves around him, as her juices coated the upper part of his thighs. Eric held back wanted to feel each small contraction, but she had barely gone limp in his arms when he gripped her hips to anchor himself, shoving deeper before bucking violently, hotly spurting into her wetness.
Their fire fed one another.
Eric sprawled on his back, his eyes closed and chest heaving while she curled next to him, burying her head in his shoulder, her limbs limp and heavy.
With a great deal of effort, he raised his head and slowly surveyed the tangled wreckage of his bed, his blue eyes twinkling, his lips twitching with amusement.
"This is your fault," he groaned, running a hand down her rapidly chilling body, caressing the bare flesh. "You're trying to kill me."
"How is this my fault?" Tris demanded, slapping his shoulder, laughing as he let out an exaggerated yelp of pain.
"You let me taste you." Eric accused. "You let me love you."
"Have you always?"
"Always." he whispered, pushing the strands of her blonde hair away from her face. He heaved himself up on his elbow as he smiled down at her. "I always will."
Tris pressed her lips gently to his as she maneuvered to straddle his lips, drawing in a shuddering breath.
She needed to tell the truth. No matter the cost.
"Eric,I have to tell you something." He looked at her in silence, an eyebrow arched. "I'm Divergent."
He looked at her, his blue eyes hooded, his body stiffening before he reached up, cupping her face in his hands.
"I know."