Blood Bought: Cruentus Dragons Book Two (4 page)

He’d played around long enough. Before the thought was half-formed in his mind, Jonah’s arms snaked around her, one capturing her waist and the other banding her shoulders.

“
Velree
,” he murmured as his hand threaded through the hair at her temple and tilted her head to the side, revealing the vein that throbbed from her struggles. She tried to fight him, but his unbreakable grasp held her still. He insinuated his knee between her legs as he angled his body to hers. In the position, none of the self-defense moves she’d mastered and he’d been warned about would work. He held her more helpless than the chains.

She shivered as his tongue flattened and dragged over the vein. “Can you already feel me inside you?” he murmured. “Is your body even more wet knowing the one who will master it has now captured you?”

“No,” she whispered hoarsely, but he knew it was a lie. She quivered against him and her body heated with her lust.

“Mine,” he replied, his lips brushing her skin. His teeth sank into the soft flesh at the base of her neck to punctuate his declaration. Euphoria filled him as her blood sang across his taste buds, the flavor of his
Velree
, the one woman destined just for him.

Athena moaned, her body arching into him as the aphrodisiac from his bite flowed through her body, making her wild with her pent-up need. It would have affected Jonah as well, if he hadn’t prepared against it. He could not afford to succumb to the lust for his mate. Not yet.

Shuddering as he pulled his mouth away from the nirvana of her blood, he took a step back. It took a moment for him to collect himself. Finally, he was able to look at the men who still held Athena while she writhed and cried out in her mindless need. Jonah stepped away quickly, knowing he was an inch from giving in to her.

He clipped the two cuffs on her wrists together then nodded to the men before he led the way to his car and he popped the trunk. He hated to put his mate there, but it was the safest place for her at the moment. She was so far gone with her desire, she would barely notice anyway.

“Jonah, I need you,” Athena whimpered as the men laid her carefully on the nest of blankets he’d put there for her comfort.

Levi pulled Jonah back when he took a step forward to answer her pleas.

“Soon enough,” Levi whispered.

Jonah nodded as the trunk was shut. He’d bitten her and fed his Dragon who’d waited so long for his mate. It sealed the contract that had been started when their bodies had recognized one another as mates. She was his. Bought with blood.

There was no turning back. The spell that seemed to weigh heavily in his pants’ pocket warned otherwise, but with Athena here, would such drastic measures be needed?

Not if he had any say.

Nodding goodbye to Levi and the other Dragon, Jonah rounded the car. He climbed inside, his mind already segueing to the trip ahead. In a few short hours, they’d be at Scarlett’s cabin in
Vermont
. Then they’d both be at the mercy of what fate had ordained.

* * * *

Even in the dark of the trunk, colors seems to glide past Athena’s eyes as her body reacted to whatever Jonah had done—and she didn’t doubt he had done something with that bite. When she’d first seen him, everything inside her seemed to leap. Her brain had screamed no, but her body had been ready to dash to him and crawl inside his skin. Just the embrace of his arms wouldn’t be enough. She needed to be joined with him.

And then he’d bitten her. It was nothing like when the other Dragon had bitten her the day she’d learned of the Dragons’ existence. That had freaked her out. This…this made her want more and more and more. It could be extremely dangerous and addictive.

She moaned, her hands fisting and her arms pulling at the cuffs as a tremor rolled over her body and exploded down her limbs. Arousal tugged hard in her pussy, and she groaned at the slick cream seeping into her folds. As she writhed, the slide of the tissues only served to heighten that same arousal and trigger identical reactions, causing a maddening, unending circle of sensation. The blankets seemed to massage her body, and her clothes chafed her skin. The sensation was far from unpleasant. Still she wanted to tear away her garments. Each feeling seemed to assault her body with a blinding pleasure that catapulted her closer and closer to a massive orgasm.

The car went over a bump, jolting her, and the seam of her jeans rubbed over her clit. Athena screamed as her entire body convulsed. Driving waves crashed over her body. Her breath arrested, her body arched. Every muscle in her body contracted and released in almost violent succession.

She’d never felt such pleasure and such abject misery as her pussy clamped around emptiness. Was this punishment for leaving him, a maniacal torture to show her who had the upper hand or to drive her out of her mind?

As the orgasm receded, she was left panting. Tears streamed down the side of her face and into her hair as the process started again. She’d kill him for this! She’d fuck him right to death!

Jonah gritted his teeth as Athena’s screams reached his preternatural hearing even over the music he’d turned up to drown her out. His cock throbbed behind the fly of his pants. It took everything in him to keep from pulling the car to the shoulder of the road, opening the trunk, and fucking her in the middle of the heavy traffic. He’d sent an aphrodisiac flowing through her blood with his bite and a small sample of it had flowed into him as he’d ingested the sweet nectar of his mate.

To finally taste her after all this time, to be so close to joining with her…

His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he took deep breaths through his mouth to control his need. Bad idea. Her scent flooded the receptors on his tongue and his vision darkened. His jaws snapped shut as he pulled in panicked draws of air. He still smelled her, but not as clearly as with the sense heightened by his Dragon’s blood.

His heart seemed to slam against his breastbone and he was almost surprised his body didn’t shift to protect against the abuse. His skin tingled with the need to touch her bare skin. He longed to trace his tongue along the mark that signified her as his. He needed to taste her again, but he would not…not until his cock was lodged deep inside her while she screamed his name.

The feel of his
Velree
would be like none other.

She would not run again. Surely, once their bodies joined, she’d recognize what their blood had already deemed. They were destined to be together. She was his and, so help him, he was just as much hers. Somehow, he had to make her understand they couldn’t survive apart, not because of his enemies, but because their beings needed one another.

Resolute on getting to the cabin and following through on his half-baked plan to make her see reason, a plan that would show her the pleasure of being his, he embraced the raw need. Pain meant he was more alive than he’d been in months.

* * * *

By the time Athena felt the car stop and the engine, the orgasms powering through her had lessoned in intensity. She wasn’t sure if that was due to her body being so thoroughly wrung out from the contractions, or if it was because whatever Jonah had done was wearing off. In either case, her brain was able to somewhat override her physical urges. One thing was clear. She needed to get away from the Dragon and fast, but not because of his being a Dragon. Over their separation, she’d come to accept there were things of this world she’d never imagined as more than fairytale. The first ball of light sailing for her head had made that crystal clear. There was nothing like death to clarify a situation. No, she had to get away from Jonah now because she couldn’t let him do this to her again.

She liked sex, though her body seemed unable to contend any man but Jonah. She liked orgasms and extreme ecstasy. But she wouldn’t allow this abomination he’d wrought on her. It was nothing except a hollow imitation of what she really needed.

The lock on the trunk clicked and her middle twisted as it always seemed to when Jonah was nearby. In a moment, she was staring up into his face, illuminated by the trunk’s interior light. Valiantly, she tried to hide the need and the vulnerability that weakened her. Her bottom lip trembled. She sank her teeth into it, then under the guise of pushing back her hair, lifted her bound hands to wipe away any trace of tears.

“
Velree,
” he murmured.

She didn’t know what it meant, but the tenderness of his tone almost melted her resolve to get away as quickly as possible. Silently, she raised her arms toward him, hoping that now that they’d reached wherever it was he’d brought her that he’d release the bonds. To her surprise, he did. His fingertips brushed the sensitive skin on her inner wrist as he unclipped the clasp holding the cuffs together. A tremble lifted goose bumps across her skin.

This was what she wanted. His touch. His lips.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

For a moment, she thought he hadn’t heard her, then he was blocking out the full moon above as he leaned toward her. His woodsy scent filled her at his close proximity. His arms wrapped around her, slightly lifting her from the blankets. Time seemed to suspend as she waited for his mouth to claim hers. Finally, when she thought she’d cry for her wanting, his lips brushed over hers. The feather-light sensation tore a sob from her.

Months of emptiness stood on the brink of being filled. He dove in, taking advantage of her parted lips. Athena arched into him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she met his kiss with her own fierceness. She gave and received with a fervor equal to his own, her tongue exploring his mouth, her own mouth sucking at his tongue.

Jonah groaned and placed her back on the blankets, never letting her go, never departing her lips. She felt the car dip as his knee came onto the bumper, then he was straddling her in the small space.

She needed him closer. Restlessly, she shifted, and he accommodated her without needing to hear her words. One knee slipped between hers then the other until he knelt between her thighs as he bent over her. It still wasn’t enough, and again he seemed to know. One powerful forearm moved beneath her hips, drawing her closer.

They both cried out as their groins connected, and Athena ground against him, glorying in the closeness. The friction of their bodies moving together sparked the need in her blood back to life. Her arousal fisted in her pussy, flooding her cream from her channel and knotting her nipples against her shirt. As the ridge of his cock pressed the seam of her jeans between her folds to rub over her throbbing clit, her fingers tore at the back of his shirt.

What wild thing had overcome her? She didn’t care. She just wanted him to shove down her jeans and fill her clenching body.

“In the trunk. My God, in the trunk,” he muttered.

“I don’t care where.” In another moment, she’d beg him.

Her hips bucked against him when his fingers pulled at the button on her pants. Together, they struggled to push down her jeans and panties, shimmying in the confines of the space. Jonah slammed his head first against the top inside of the lid, then on the edge of the trunk as he leaned in to kiss her again. It barely slowed him. The head of his cock lodged against her entrance. Vaguely, she wondered when he’d opened his pants, but she didn’t care. She didn’t consider their ‘bed’ either, or that they were, for all intents, outside. All she needed was to feel the slow slide of his width into her sheath.

She sighed into Jonah’s mouth as the broad head of his arousal breeched her body for the first time. It wasn’t enough. She wanted all of him. She jerked but he held her still.

“Easy,” he urged.

“No. All…” she replied. Her eyes drifted closed and she allowed the sensation flow over her body. Pressure built in her pelvis, growing and spreading until it seemed to suffuse her entire being with tingling heat. A fine sweat beaded on her skin. Every ion of her body pulsed as if threaded directly to the one place that held her entire focus. The perfect union of their bodies into one piece. “Jonah…it’s so…”

“Good,” he finished. His mouth took hers, capturing her cry as he surged deep and filled her completely.

Yes…it was good. So much more than good.

Her legs went around him and locked behind his waist as he started to move. Her knees and feet bumped the top of the open trunk as he pounded into her. The desperate tapping created an arousing counterpoint to their moans.

“Harder,” she begged. “I’ve needed… For so long… I need to feel you. I need you to take me hard.”

“
Velree.
” His hips moved faster, his base slapping against her clit. The raw sensations of possession sent her screaming into a climax stronger than the ones she’d had alone earlier that day. She twisted beneath him, mindless with the pleasure rifling through her limbs and driving through her veins. Another took her as powerfully as a bolt of lightning when he stiffened above her and his heat flooded her womb. Her eyes slitted open enough to witness his face contorting in rapturous satisfaction.

“
Velree,
mine,” he murmured.

She wasn’t so sure she wanted to know what that meant, but she didn’t let it intrude on her bliss in that gold-infused moment. Instead, she reveled in the feel of his weight on her as he collapsed, spent. Her hands ran over his back. She’d missed this—the closeness, the utterly male heaviness pressing over her, the femininity of cradling a man’s body.