Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance) (13 page)

“Oh?” Her voice was sweet as an angel’s. “How so?” She reached further down and cupped his sac in her palm, rolling and molding the flesh to her hand. It was on the tip of his tongue to respond but then she started pumping him faster. He bit his lip hard to keep from blowing his load right there.

“Sit on my cock now, Willow, before I tear through these fucking ropes and take you how I want.” Her eyes lit up with heat, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“And how do you want it, Lyonis?” He did groan this time, his balls pulling tight at the sound of his name from her. God, was that the first time she’d ever called anything other than Alpha? He liked it—a lot.

“I want to toss you on your hands and knees and take you with your hair in my hand, your ass cradling cock.” He watched the desire glow in her eyes and triumph filled him. She did want that. He planned to deliver on it too.

She worked his cock faster, the moisture from the leaking tip smoothing the way. Breathing became difficult as his release neared. The sight of her bare above him, breasts shaking, nipples hard, sent him even closer to the ledge.

“Going to come,” he growled, throwing his head back, body tightening like a bowstring. Her soft pants teased his ears; her soft thighs quivered and tensed tightly on either side of his. She kept pumping him as his cock grew thicker in her hand. A harsh groan left him as his cum boiled in his balls and started to shoot up through his body.

Then her hands were gone. Gasping, shaking on the verge of release, Lyonis glared at the hungry satisfaction in her eyes. His release flowed back down, his cock a stiff mass in front of her.

“You little—”

Her soft hands settled on his chest then she lifted her core above him. Poised above him, she nestled his hard tip at her core. They both hissed as she slowly sat on him. He felt her tissues spread to accommodate him. She was wet and hot, soft everywhere it counted as she planted him to the hilt. His retreating orgasm reared up again, threatening to shoot inside her.

“Willow,” he choked. He pulled against the bindings, desperate to move her, to throw her down and take her.

She moaned a beautiful blush blooming over her chest and neck. Her thighs started pumping then, working his cock in and out of her. Lyonis’ body flexed hard beneath hers to stave off his release, but she would have none of it.

She took him faster, dragging his cock through her soft sex repeatedly; muscles tightened, milking and teasing him to spill inside her. She was beautiful to watch. A sexy little tease moving above him with soft-lidded eyes, a wild mess of golden hair around her shoulders.

Her hands reached him to grip his hair. The sensation was erotic as the strands almost pulled to the point of pain. This new position sent wild, hot thoughts scattering through his mind. She was in charge, but he was supposed to be. The savage side he kept tampered down for her this whole time roared awake like a bear waking to an intruder.

He pumped his hips savagely against her. A delighted, sexy cry left her as his flesh slapped against hers. He growled with fierce triumph as her flesh quivered around him with the onslaught of her release. The hands in his hair tightened into desperate fists.

Suddenly, she tore her hands away from him, sitting up straight on him and burying him deep so he couldn’t thrust without tossing her around. Her smile was naughty as she looked at him.

Panting she said, “I don’t think so.” Sweat dripped down his temples, palms wet as he fisted his hands.

“End this,” he demanded. She smiled at him all too easily, sending a warning off in his head.

Then she braced herself with one hand on his chest and started rolling her hips against him. The drag and tug on his cock sent him panting, made her breathing deep and heavy. Her sex pressed hard against him as she rolled and thrust against him.

In a piercing cry, she tossed her head back in a flash of golden hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned as her sex started squeezing around him. Her little fingernails dug into his chest, thighs digging tight around his own. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen as she shivered and trembled on top of him .

Her pussy stroked him in the perfect way. Grinding his hips against her, he groaned long and hard as his cock started pulsing.

Yes! Finally!

As his seed boiled and shot up, she suddenly came off him, the scream of denial was on the tip of his tongue. But she knelt down and started pumping his cock with her fist. She opened her mouth and darted out her tongue to lick his swollen head. Lyonis couldn’t hold it any more. He shouted as cum started shooting into her mouth. His heart raged a thunderous beat as she stroked him fast, wringing long surges from him and coating her tongue with it.

As the last white stream filled her mouth, she moaned and swallowed, cleaning the head of him with a slow, tongue swirl that made him shiver.

Lyonis was shaking everywhere with the force of the orgasm. Or maybe it was from her sexy little finish at the end. Damn he had no idea but if this was his mate’s idea of dominating him, then he might be on board for further experimentation.

Chapter 14

Now that she knew escape wasn’t much of a possibility, Willow, surprisingly, felt relaxed. There were no worries about being caught or finding a way to leave. A part of her was actually relieved.

She had no idea what this meant for the future. If she left him, she’d destroy him. Not only would it devastate him but the pack would suffer as well, and the way they relied on him, well, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. Chloe had told her to stay until the situation with this new demon was taken care of, then if she was still unhappy she’d have Tyrian help get her out. Instead of delighting her, the thought sent her into a sort of panic.

Of course, when she’d asked Lily for advice, she’d simply recommended “boning the hot Alpha” as much as possible. According to one of her recent dreams, Willow mated with him. So far, she refused to think much upon that. And hey it wasn’t like Lily’s dreams were always correct, because they weren’t. But when they were right, it was a 100% sure thing. Willow didn’t want to think about the possibility of mating with the Alpha. She hadn’t even figured out how she was supposed to stay here, without getting any soft feelings for him. He was a gentle man in many ways, actually nice. So not what she’d originally thought.

Even over the past few days, she’d watched the way the pack members sought him out for advice or questions. He never gave quick answers but would contemplate the matter seriously—no matter how trivial it was. Earlier that day a teenage boy with a thick head of blond hair asked Lyonis how he could get girls to like him more. The boy was taller than most for his age and nearly bone thin giving him a lanky and gangly appearance.

Lyonis had nodded gravely as if the question was the most dire and important ones of all time. He then grabbed his shoulder and said, “Danny, the first thing you need to do is figure out what makes her happy, then you give that to her. If she likes to talk, then talk to her. If she likes flowers, then pick her some.”

Danny had watched the Alpha with a look of grim wonder. After the boy left with a new look of excitement, Lyonis had turned to her and winked. Willow blushed. No one had ever winked at her before. It made her stomach spin with a peculiar feeling somewhere between embarrassment and excitement.

Surprisingly, since that morning sex they’d had, he hadn’t brought it up. She’d expected some sort of fight over it. After all, he hadn’t liked being tied up. But ha! He got what he deserved after the way he treated her in that damn club. There was almost something strange about him now that she’d taken the leap and done that. He watched her with different eyes, almost as if he was assessing her. It was starting to drive her nuts to the point where she finally threw up her arms and yelled “What!” when he kept watching her. But he’d only given her a small smile.

Today, Lyonis was showing her the other parts of the pack’s town. “You’ll need to be acquainted with everything if you’re going to be my queen,” he said, taking her into the big building in which he’d first announced her as his mate.

Willow laughed. “That’s the biggest if in the history of ifs, my friend.” He looked down at her and one corner of his mouth curled up.

“I have no problem with starting as your friend—so long as we work up to what I want.”

Willow rolled her eyes. “Whatever. So what is this place?” The main floor of the building was big enough to be an auditorium and two hallways led off it with offices on either side.

“This is our headquarters. We use it for larger meetings with the pack and to keep with what the other packs are doing. And down here,” he said, taking her by the hand and pulling her into a hallway, “we have our workout facilities, a medical facility, and offices.”

Lyonis led her into the healing ward first. The room was massive and looked like a hospital room complete with gurneys, a washroom, and medical equipment she couldn’t even name.

“Why do you need such an elaborate healing ward? This place looks like a mini-hospital.”

“It basically is. Being a shapeshifter doesn’t make you immune to death or pain. As I mentioned before, we’ve had some problems with the local humans in the past years. They know what we are and don’t like it, and of course there’s the occasional skirmish between members.”

“Not all of the humans hate you, I’m sure.”

He nodded. “That’s true, but some seem to hate us simply because we’re different. Just the way of life, I guess. Every now and then, we get illegal hunters on our land. They try to hunt us in animal forms. Man, woman, child, they can’t tell the difference and they don’t care.” Willow grimaced at the thought.

“Aren’t there any legal repercussions for these assholes?” He laughed at her and shut the hospital door behind them.

“Sadly, no. Right now there is no universal governing board for us. No separate government to join any of the packs, let alone the vampires and other beings. The human government’s motto seems to be to ignore us as much as possible.”

“But what about when they hurt one of you?”

He shrugged. “We’ve tried taking it to court before, but the human’s defensive is always that they thought they were shooting another animal, that they had no idea it was a shapeshifter.”

“But if they’re on your land...”

“I know. It’s a lie. They used to try to hunt us, but I’ve put a stop to it. It’s been years since anything like that has happened. I have trained guards, even cameras covering the edge of the property so we can see if anyone comes in. We’ve had to amp up security to keep everyone as safe as possible.”

Neither of them spoke as he led her deeper into the building and down several flights of stairs.

“This place didn’t look nearly so big from the outside,” Willow noted.

“That’s part of the design, and the defense of this building. Here is where our guards train. Other come here to work out, but mostly the guards use this.”

“What kind of training do they do?” He smiled at her as if he was pleased by her question. Shit, Willow thought. She wasn’t trying to make him think she was interested in any of this—even if she was. But it was too late, the question was out.

“Hand to hand combat, shifting while fighting, things like that.”

“Oh, that’s—” The sound of footsteps stopped her. Willow turned to see Thane and Jackie running into the room with a hard, worried look in their eyes. Lyonis tensed instantly.

“What’s wrong?”

“We found a piece of Stephanie’s clothes off the trail,” Thane said. He paused as if he didn’t want to say what he was about to. “There’s blood.”

“Show me, now!”

Willow jumped at the sound of Lyonis’ voice. She’d never heard him sound so angry. She hesitated as they all made for the doors, but then he turned back to her and nodded his head for her to join them. Willow followed; no matter how much her stomach and instincts told her not to. Stephanie was missing and now they’d found her blood. She couldn’t help the lost feeling inside her that kept telling her it was her fault.

They broke into a run outside of headquarters. As an avid runner, she was able to keep pace with them as they made for the surrounding forest line that cocooned the small town. She watched as pack members, walking by in their daily lives stopped and looked at them with alert eyes. Please don’t let her be dead.

It took nearly fifteen minutes for them to come to a stop. Willow didn’t know what she expected to see, but this wasn’t it. It just looked like a forest. The floor was covered in dark soil; leaves covered the ground with the oncoming of winter and trees stood tall and imposing. The wind blew and rustled the dry branches and blew back the hair from her face.

She was about to ask what blood, when she saw it. A piece of cloth hanging from a notch in a tree.

Lyonis went to it immediately. Knowing his senses, he’d probably noticed it right away while her untrained eyes had searched the area for anything unusual. Lyonis was stiff as he stopped before the white, torn cloth. He sniffed it and his frown grew graver.

He picked up the meager scrap and examined it. “It’s a piece of her sleeve. The McLannahans said she left in a white t-shirt. Three drops of blood are on it.”

Willow wrapped her arms around her stomach. She felt like she was intruding on something that she had no right to see. She kept her mouth closed as her gut rolled with worry. She wanted to ask questions but she knew they were all stupid, and no one had the answers to them.