Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse) (3 page)

Sarah shook her head, even as she shuffled a
few inches closer. She glanced up at chains restraining his massive
frame. The links looked to be a good quarter inch thick. She
doubted even an angry tiger could bend them.

“Grant wanted you restrained for a
reason.”

He laughed. Even his mocking was alluring.
“Grant is an overly cautious man, never quite willing to take what
he wants. He liked the looks of you though.”

Sarah shook her head, not quite sure what she
was denying anymore. His words? The transformation she had
witnessed? The pull this creature exerted over her?

“This can’t be happening. None of this is
real,” she said. There was nothing in the realm of reason that
allowed for any of this. There had to be another explanation. It
didn’t matter how farfetched. “I must be dreaming. That has to be
it.”

“You don’t believe that.”

She didn’t. Everything—the crunch of the hay
beneath her shoes, the chill night air on her face, even the deep
rumble of his voice—was too real to be a dream.

“Nothing else makes sense,” she said.

“If this is dream, then there’s no danger in
coming closer.”

“And no real reason to either.”

“I could give you lots of reasons.” His smile
deepened.

“I’m sure you have plenty.”

“Oh, I do.” His gaze swept over her, pausing
on each of her curves—her breasts, the tuck of waist, the v of her
legs. Sarah squirmed under his scrutiny but tried her best to
temper her blush. It was obvious that this thing wanted a reaction
out of her. There was no way she could hope to control it if she
couldn’t even control herself.

“You’re being crude,” she said.

“And you’re burning so hot I can almost taste
it. You have been from the moment that you stepped down from that
truck and saw Grant standing there. He turns you on. And so do
I.”

She shook her head violently in denial.
“That’s not true.”

“Then why are you still sneaking toward me,
when all your better judgment tells you to run?”

Sarah stopped cold. She looked back at the
stable wall. She’d made it halfway to him and hadn’t even realized
it.

“I’m a doctor and a scientist. You intrigue
me. There’s a difference.” It was true, so why did it sound like a
lie?

“Then by all means, come over and satisfy
your curiosity. Touch me. Examine me.”

He watched her through narrowed eyes as she
took one step forward and then another. It was almost as his will
was the thing pulling her closer. She stopped an arm’s length away.
Maybe he’d only waited until she came closer to snap the chains.
She glanced up at the bolts screwed deep into the concrete wall.
They looked to be holding tight.

Hesitantly, Sarah reached out her hand. Her
fingertips brushed against the skin of its chest. It felt normal
enough on the surface, warm and taut and smooth. But underneath she
felt an unnatural power roiling within him, an almost magnetic
force pulling her closer. She snatched back her hand with a
hiss.

“Again,” he said. “Touch me again.”

She should have laughed at him. Mocked him
the way he’d been mocking her. He was the helpless one, the one
chained to the wall. The only control he had over her was what she
granted him. She didn’t have to listen to his commands.

But she wanted to. Heaven help her, she
wanted to feel whatever that was pulsing through him again.

Trembling, she held her fingers out again,
inching closer until her palm lay flat against him. Beneath the
hard muscle, she felt the pounding of his heart. Every beat seemed
to drag her deeper into his trance. She dragged her hand across the
wide plane of his chest to his shoulder down his arm. Every part of
him was solid. Every inch hummed with strength that called out to
her.

There was something hypnotic about the feel
of his skin, but she couldn’t pretend, not even to herself, that
her examination hadn’t crossed into something else. She was
caressing him plain and simple, touching him because she wanted to,
because she needed to.

It took all her resolve to pull her hand away
from his arm. Sarah looked up at his face. Those unnatural green
eyes knowingly stared into hers.

She shouldn’t be touching him. She sure as
hell shouldn’t be lusting after him. She should be on the other
side of the stall, asking questions and making observations, not
petting him like a damn puppy. She’d just watched him turn from
Jekyll to Hyde, for God’s sake. She still had no idea what he
really was or what he was capable of.

Sarah swallowed down past her fear. “What are
you?” she asked.

“I am the monster that lives at the core of
the man.”

“Explain.” Damn the shake in her voice.

“I am the truest part of Grant, the part he
tries the hardest to deny. I am his curse.”

“Curse?” She tried out the explanation on her
tongue.

“Every full moon I am released. All the
desires he tries so hard to keep control over, I demand them.”

Sarah leaned in closer to study its eyes. She
wished for a second that she had her flashlight on her, but she
didn’t dare walk away now. She would just have to make do with the
residual light from the hall and soft blue moon glow. Flecks of
deep amber shone deep within them—the color of Grant's eyes. They
caught the light and shone bright with in the sea of emerald green.
He was in there somewhere.

“You’re still Grant, just a different part of
him.”

“I doubt he would agree with you.” His breath
drifted across her cheek like a caress as he spoke.

Sarah shuffled back a step. She’d come too
close. She looked down at the floor for a moment to regain her
composure. It wasn’t a good idea to forget exactly what he was—a
chained predator.

But her body didn’t want to listen to reason.
Everything inside of her wanted to move closer, to touch him, to
press herself against him, but she resisted. She was stronger than
this. She was stronger than him.

After taking a few deep breaths, Sarah raised
her head to find him studying her.

“You’re a lot like him, you know,” he
said.

“Grant?”

He nodded slowly. His eyes never left hers.
“You both want the same things, but you refuse to give in to your
desires.”

She immediately straightened her spine. “You
don’t know a thing about me.”

“Of course I do. I see the longing in your
eyes. I felt the craving in your touch.”

Sarah forced a laugh. “You’re just trying to
manipulate me. It won’t work.”

His wolfish smile grew. It dripped with
satisfaction. The sight of it hit Sarah low in the belly. “It
already has. I know what you really want. You know I can give it to
you. That’s why you haven’t run away, Sarah. You want me to do
those things that you’ve been too afraid to ask anyone else
for.”

“Liar.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. Her
knees began to tremble beneath her. She locked them, praying they
wouldn’t give out beneath her. She was in way over her head.

“Am I?” His gaze sharpened. “You want me
above you. You want these arms to hold you down. You want me to
control you. You want me take you so hard and fast that you lose
yourself.”

Sarah’s head spun. She tried to shake out the
thoughts but they were lodged inside. She couldn’t think of
anything else. She’d never asked one of her boyfriends for anything
like that. She was always the one in control, of her life, of her
career, of her relationships. She never gave up control, not even
for an instant. This thing was crazy if he thought that she was
going to hand something so precious over to him as easy as
that.

She didn’t need him to tell her what she
wanted. She’d always done everything on her own—moving away, going
to school, earning the respect of her peers. She could see to her
own desires.

“You’re forgetting something,” Sarah said as
she stepped closer again. She placed her palms flat against his
torso. His skin was hot and unyielding. She dragged her fingers
down the length of his chest until she reached the flat plane of
his belly. The sensation of the simple friction felt good. It felt
really good. Better than a simple caress should feel. “You’re the
one who’s chained up and helpless.”

His muscles tensed. The chains holding him
creaked and groaned under the stress. Sarah froze. Her head snapped
up. His eyes were as hard as emeralds. She only breathed out when
his shackles held.

“For now.” His voice was low and heavy with
the promise of what he would do if the chains ever broke.

Sarah’s head filled with images again. The
warm spot between her legs began to grow. Her boldness grew with
it. She looked down at the bulge of his erection. It threatened to
rip through what was left of his jeans.

A wry smile lifted the corner of his mouth,
as though he was amused by the unsophisticated nature of her
seduction. But there was an undeniable tension there too. She might
be a little out of practice, but she was still effective.

Swallowing down the dual pills of pride and
fear, she plunged her hand down his waistband. His groan filled the
stables as she curled her hand around the hard ridge of his
cock.

She wasn't prepared for the feeling that
swelled within her at the bold action. It wasn't control. She still
didn't feel that, not with his steady eyes on her. But lust. It
roared so loud within her that it drowned out every other sound in
her head. It nearly knocked her down.

Down. That was where she wanted to go. Where
she needed to go.

Sarah fell to her knees. She pulled at the
last button that remained on his ravaged pants and pulled hard. She
pulled his cock from his pants. Her eyes widened at the sight of
it. It was indeed every bit as large as he was.

Everything about the situation felt unreal.
She’d never been swept away by desire before. She’d always choose
safe boyfriends and had lukewarm sex. Her body went along for the
ride, but her head always stayed firmly behind. This was nothing
like that. Her mind swam in a haze of desire.

"Do it," he said, his voice rough and
controlling.

He might be tethered to the wall, but he was
far from helpless.

Hesitantly, she licked at the tip of his
cock.

"Take more. Open your mouth," he said.

Sarah grasped him harder and leaned forward.
She stretched her mouth wide, and pressed his crown against her
tongue. She tried pulling him into her mouth, but he simply
wouldn't fit. She looked up into his face expecting to see
frustration and disappointment, the same emotions that were rushing
through her. Instead she found the same quiet control that had been
there from the very beginning.

“Wet my cock," he said.

Sarah laved the crown with her tongue, and
was surprised at how good he tasted, how warm he felt against her
tongue.

"More”, he ordered when her timid laps didn't
coat his shaft enough.

In response she ran her open mouth along the
sides of his cock.

"That’s right," His throaty response told her
he approved of her method but she didn't want this kind of tepid
response. She wanted him shaking with pleasure. She wanted to feel
him tremble and know that she was the cause.

She tried again and this time the head of his
cock popped into her mouth.

"Relax your jaw," he said.

Sarah tried, but every single part of her
felt tense.

“Relax,” he repeated. The control in his
voice soothed her. It made her believe that everything would be
fine if she just stopped fighting the urges swirling inside her, if
she stilled the judgments and the chaos in her head. She began to
listen to a deeper part of herself, one that had been pushed down
for so long that Sarah couldn't even recognize the sound of it.

She pushed him deeper. His groans urged her
on and on.

Her lips stretched out over his thick shaft.
It stung, but Sarah didn't push away the pain. Instead she relished
in the sensation. It brought an immediacy that she had never felt
before. The pain did something that nothing in this crazy situation
could—it made it real.

She increased the tempo. Her mouth strained
as she bobbed up and down on him. His shaft hit the back of her
throat. Her body convulsed as she gagged. A rush of blood surged
through her. Her eyes watered. It warmed her, pushed her on.

She had made it only three quarters of the
way down his cock, and she wanted more. The deeper she went the
more certain she became that the feel of him could fill the empty
parts of her, if only temporarily. Tears began to run down her
cheeks as she became lost in the motion.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

She let go of his shaft. Only her mouth was
on him now. She popped the button on her jeans and slipped her hand
below the elastic of her panties. Her fingers slipped between the
folds of her pussy. She was wetter than she’d ever been. Sarah was
surprised that she hadn’t soaked straight through her jeans.

Her fingers found the sensitive tip of her
clit, and she rubbed furious circles around it. Tension began to
swell inside her. Her throaty moans matched his. Pleasure pulsed
through her, pushing her harder to please him.

She pulled back until he popped out of her
mouth, then she plunged back down. Over and over again, she
repeated the motion, gasping for air with each stroke.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Now make
yourself come.”

Her fingers sped, flicking her clit back and
forth. She was so close. She closed her eyes and let her head fall
back from his cock.

“I didn’t say you could take your mouth from
me.”

Her head snapped up. Of course he hadn’t.
Besides, she didn’t think she could find her pleasure unless she
was pleasing him. It was a strange logic, but it freed her. For
just right now, she had no concerns of her own. She was a part of
him.