Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (11 page)

His hands weren’t gentle but
precise, efficient. It might have bothered her any other time, but right now
only one thing mattered. Penetration.

He lifted her onto her knees,
pulled her back toward him. Then her knees were spread open. Amazingly, a blush
formed over her cheeks. This was her first time and she wanted it so badly she
wouldn’t dare offer any protest. Besides, she loved what he was doing. It was
new and intriguing. Something she’d heard of and seen done but had never tried
herself. He moved her to take him into her body, lifting her into just the
right position.

Chloe kept her cheek to the rug, as
she didn’t have the energy to look back at him. She simply panted and waited,
her stomach clenched in anticipation, her core slick with creamy heat.

The softest sound, a whisper of
movement. What was that? Then the undeniable sound of a zipper being pulled
down. A moan left her and she arched further back into him. She wanted his
hands back on her. Where were they?

“Touch me,” she said raggedly.

He didn’t.

Long seconds passed and then
finally, blissfully, one chilly hand, not nearly as cold as it’d been before,
rested on her hip. Fingers curled into her just like she wanted, holding her.

Another whisper of movement and
she stopped trying to decipher what it was and simply waited, feeling. An
impression of heat pressed against her thighs and ass. As if he was approaching
her but not quite touching.

Then a hard presence was at her
entrance. Every single muscle in her body tightened, waiting. She held her
breath. Now was the time. But he didn’t push inside.

The hard head of him pushed
against her wet core. He didn’t detour inside but pushed down through her soft,
wet folds and rubbed across her swollen, needy bud. She cried out, the contracted
muscles going limp. A little more, just a little more and she’d soar higher
than any bird.

But his touch didn’t trace over
her bud again, it dipped back up to her entrance and she couldn’t stop herself,
couldn’t keep from rocking her hips back and taking him the barest of inches
inside her.

She thought she heard his breath
catch but wasn’t sure of anything. His other hand finally, wonderfully, curved
around her other hip.

Then the pressure at her sex
grew. It was thick, hot, and wide. Fingers scraping into the carpet, she
gasped, feeling like she was being ripped open but without any pain. It was
sharp, intense, and so, so
good
.

“Yes!” she hissed. She wanted him
to slam inside, to move hard and fast and give her what she needed. But, dammit,
he didn’t.

Tyrian moved inside her achingly
slow as if he had all the time in the world. He pushed into her unused channel
with a massive rod of hard, satiny steel. He stopped moving and her body adjusted
around him, forming as he filled her. He reached her virgin barrier and took it
like a conqueror, quickly and ruthlessly. No pain, only an incredible hot,
stretched sensation as he filled her up.

His fingers dug into her hips and
another wave of cream drenched through her, over his cock. Again, she thought
she heard him say something, make some sound, but her blood was beating so loudly
in her ears, and her breathing so heavy she couldn’t be sure of anything. One
final push and he squeezed himself all the way into her tight flesh.

Chloe gasped and tried to lock in
all the sensations firing through her body. Good, so good, was the only
coherent thought she could make before he was dragging himself back through her
wet sex. An insane thought that he was going to pull out too soon roared in her
mind, so she wrapped her ankles around his legs. Now she knew he made a sound,
a husky moan. It was brief but, dammit, she’d heard it.

“Please,” she said, need making
her voice ragged and hoarse.

Then, something was let loose
inside him. He started thrusting, landing hard and deep inside her. She only
lasted two of those thrusts before she was shaking with the most intense orgasm
of her whole life.

Screams tore from her throat, her
core milked hard over his tunneling thrusts. She shook all over as burning fire
exploded from within her, broke through her skin, and sent her soaring higher
and higher. The last wave of the fire broke away and drifted down, the shaking
in her body subdued to a tremble then stopped. She opened her eyes and was
surprised to find she could see.

He’d also stopped thrusting. She
needed more. There was still a raging fire inside her. She needed another
release, needed him to douse that fire with his.

“More,” she begged raggedly.

“No.” He started to pull out of
her. With a fierce growl that surprised even her, she locked her legs around
him and sent him surging full and hard inside her. She gasped and did not
mistake his groan.

Her legs gripped him, keeping him
locked inside her. The hands on her hips tightened, creating tight, hot
sensations where he touched her.

“More.”

His hips retreated, her grip
loosening just enough to let him, and then he slid back into her, hitting her
as deeply as possible.

“One more,” he said.

Then he hammered into her with
hard, punishing thrusts that tingled her skin everywhere from the inside out.
Her toes curled, nipples hardening to painful points. Goose bumps broke out
over her body, and then she screamed. The fire erupted in her core, shooting
forth waves of hot cream, dousing her channel, smothering his cock. She
screamed again and again as unstoppable waves pulsed through.

He took her even higher that
time. Took her even longer to come back down to earth. He was still hard and
deliciously thick inside her. She rocked forward and back along his cock,
soaking him with her juices.

“No.” His voice just as ragged as
hers. Was that a tremble she heard?

Then he dislodged himself and
tore away from her. Chloe gasped and spun around to see him coming to a stand.
He looked…amazing. His cheeks held a dark blush to them, his lips were wet like
he’d licked them, and he moved quickly, pushing his still hard cock back into
his pants.

“But you didn’t---”

“No, that wasn’t what this was
about.”

“But---”

“Enough.” The commander was back
in his voice, lacing his words with pure ice. He smoothed his clothes back into
place. “I’ll give you a minute, then you are to leave this room. You can’t stay
in my study.” He turned and strode from the room before she could say a word.

Chloe looked after him stunned.
Eventually, she found the energy to pull her shirt back on. She couldn’t help
but feel like he’d just slapped her in the face.

He’d liked it, that was why he
was so quick to beat feet out of here. She came to a shaky stand and vowed to
have him again until he gave her his all. She would have all or nothing. And
with each passing day of her new moon, she would grow to need sex daily. She
wanted only him. And next time, he would finish.

Chapter Ten

“Send a team out to control the
breakthrough at points 47 and 39. Make it a clean sweep.”

“Of course,” replied Rayn. He
bowed at his orders and left.

For the first time since he could
remember, Tyrian, leader of the Atal Warriors was restless. There was no
quieting his mind. Or his body, for that matter. His balls ached with a fierce,
angry pain. Normally he didn’t mind such pain. It served to keep him strong,
alert, but this pain did no such thing. Its sole purpose, it seemed, was to
remind him of earlier that afternoon and one distracting succubus. She was a
mere child by his standards, just now reaching the 29th year of the succubi’s
life cycle.

His eyes fell to the carpet,
which was nearly as old as he was. He’d fit himself to her there, above all the
warnings screaming in his head, and had taken her body. He’d been brutal, hard.
He hadn’t wanted to do it to begin with, but no matter how gentle he’d tried to
be, he’d still ended up taking her like some beast.

Women were gentle creatures to be
protected and cared for, whence why she was here to begin with. She was not to
be savaged and hammered into like some whore. He couldn’t even help himself. At
first, the sensations had been…indescribable.

She looked incredible in all her
nudity. He could easily see her in a painting, lying among leaves and trees,
one arm wrapped above her head tenderly. Though he’d never let another’s eyes
look upon it. As quickly as he had the thought, his heart hardened with anger.
This was why he didn’t encourage his men to keep women. This…this whatever you
called it, was already becoming a nuisance, intruding upon his thoughts when he
should be working.

 Feeling a shaking in his arm,
Tyrian looked down, an eyebrow cocking in surprise as he realized his hand was
turned into a tight, white-knuckled fist. He flexed his hand, stretching his
fingers. Already she was causing problems. It was his fault. He would have to
work harder to ignore her charms. The succubus held a magic to her that seemed
to keep drawing his attention no matter how much he fought it.

First, it was little things like
noticing the swell of her breasts in that towel on the first night or the color
of her hair in the sunlight. Now he’d seen her naked for the second time and
hadn’t bothered to look away, couldn’t have if he’d wanted to.

She captured him so easily.
Enchanted him like some child. Perhaps his guard was wrong about succubi’s
magical abilities. Maybe she was some kind of enchantress.

Even still, so many hours later,
his cock was a heavy, hard mass between his legs. The ache in his balls
screamed at him to take a release, even by his own hand, something he hadn’t
done in centuries. He had no need for sexual release in his job. He required
only blood to survive. But one small succubus comes by and ruins everything.

No, not everything was ruined.
He’d fought an entire race of demons, pushed them back to where they belonged.
What had started as a small war front was now an empire of warriors. All that
he’d built with his own sweat and blood. The temptation of one little woman
would not fell him.

Standing from his desk, he went
to his chambers. He would kill this ache and be done with it and her. She was
here for protection and nothing else. She would have to find one of the
warriors to service her from now on. He would not continue to allow her to distract
him.

He opened the door to his bedroom
and sat on the bed he never slept in. One of his best warriors showed keen
interest in the succubus. He’d looked upon her with sexual heat. Draven would
happily pleasure Chloe. An image flashed through his mind of Draven cupping her
soft breasts, licking her pink nipples. His mind blackened with rage. What if
he hurt her? Marred her skin. She was so soft and pale. Would Draven act any
different than he’d been?

In an explosion of anger, Tyrian
grabbed a knife off the table by his bed and threw it.
Whack.
It landed
deeply embedded in the wall by the door, the blade twitching side to side.

Dammit, he was ready to get this
over with. Release, then he’d get back to work. That always kept him calm. It
was the only thing capable of keeping her off his mind.

Earlier, he’d wondered what she
liked. First, it was sexual, since he was watching her thrash on the carpet
naked at the time. Did she like her nipples to be sucked, licked, pinched?
Would she scream his name if he claimed her soft, pink pussy with his mouth
like he’d salivated to do then?

Later tonight, even as one of his
top generals relayed information on rogue demons escaping from the rift, his
mind had been adrift in questions. About her. What would her blood taste like?

He drank from Lucinda, his
frimar
.
Most of the warriors kept one. A willing recipient who let you feed. She was
currently in her chamber across the hall. He’d need to visit her soon. His
bloodlust was growing.

Strangely, it wasn’t Lucinda’s
spiced blood that he yearned to taste. His cock throbbed, and he hissed,
squeezing the hard flesh through his pants. He’d nearly taken her neck. As if
he hadn’t brutalized her body enough with his rough, impatient thrusts, he’d
nearly succumbed, twisted her head to the side, and buried his fangs in her
soft neck. He’d licked his lips, wondering how she’d taste. Sweet, thick,
earthy, or something else?

Unable to wait any longer, he
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The mass was heavy and hard in his
hand, the tip wet with arousal. He pumped his fist, his heart beating in time
to the movement. Quick, gripping tight, he closed his eyes and remembered how
she’d felt. Burning hot, soft and tight like a needy fist around him. Her
channel had gripped him, squeezed, and pulsed in fiery need around him.

He remembered the way she’d
screamed her release, bucking against him, wrapping her sweet soft legs around
him like she wanted to keep him there. He’d wanted to bury himself deep inside
and give her every drop of his seed.

His release neared. He pumped his
hand faster, catching the perfect motion. His release grew hot and heavy in his
balls, raised up his spine, shooting through his body to his cock. So close.