Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (13 page)

Her hands fell into his hair,
found the tight knot that held his hair back so severely. She yearned to undo
it, spread his hair out and feel the tresses, but she settled for gripping his
shoulders. The first touch was amazing—hard flexing muscles that moved with
each thrust inside her. The second was shocking. She moved her hand lower,
toward his back and touched something odd. He lifted from her with a roar.

Anger mixed with pleasure masked
his face, making his eyes burn, his cheeks darken with color. He grabbed the
underside of her knees and spread her legs up and out. Then he was really
taking her, with his pants still on, the zipper brushing against her skin as he
pounded into her with a fierceness that had her crying out.

He will finish inside me,
finally. She had to know what it would feel like. Would she feel him gush?
Would it shoot and hit inside her or would it just mix with her own cream? Or
would he pull out of her and make her drink his seed? Hot pressure pulled in
her core at the thoughts, sending her spiraling closer to that peak. Or would
he pull out and spill onto her body, shooting white semen onto her pussy, her
stomach, her breasts and mark her as his?

The thought
mark
triggered
something inside her. Pulling her head to the side, she parted her hair and
said, “Drink from me, Tyrian.” His thrusts stopped instantly. Sweat beaded from
his temples, he stayed there, buried to the hilt as he eyed her pulse beating
at her neck.

“No.” The gruff sound of his
voice was like music to her ears. She almost smiled.

“Yes,” she insisted and arched
toward him. “As a gift. A thank you for pleasing me.” Pure luck made her think
that if she offered it as a gift that the honorable commander would be tempted
to take it. “Tyrian, please,” she added, desperate to feel him moving inside
her. She was so close.

Whatever she was expecting, he
surprised the hell out of her. He gripped her chin in a gentle touch and turned
her head to the side. She shivered hard. She hadn’t thought he would. 

A raspy tongue slid up the length
of her neck, and then there were two sharp points pressing into her skin. Then
he bit through all the way. There was stinging pain that fluttered away like
the wind, and then his mouth was sucking at her. His hips pulled back the
barest of inches and hammered in hard.

He took her like that, building
intense, consuming pleasure inside her. A sound, somewhere between a growl and
purr came from deep in his throat, vibrated along her skin. The sucking pulls
intoxicated her, drugging her. Her hands flung wildly about as her orgasm
neared with intense purpose. She grabbed onto his back, digging her fingers in
for something to hold on to. She felt an unusual roughness of his skin there,
but ignored it as crushing waves came rolling over her.

She screamed her release as
clenching, seizing rolls of pleasure tore through her, shot from her pores. He
tore back from her throat, drops of red slashed across his bottom lip and chin.
He started to pull away and she quickly tightened her legs around his hips.

“Come for me, Tyrian,” she
begged. She thrust her hips up and down his shaft, working his hard cock even
as the last tremors of her orgasm dissipated. “I want to know what it feels
like.” It was an admission she hadn’t been prepared to make. It simply spilled
out in the haze of the moment, but his eyes snapped to hers. The heat in his
gaze was impossible. How could one man hold so much heat inside? So much
passion that never went unleashed.

He leaned down on his elbows then
and kissed her. Her heart raced as an altogether new feeling rushed through
her. He thrust his raspy tongue between her lips and took her mouth like he was
doing below, thick and fast. She moaned at his taste and sucked his tongue into
her mouth.

Eyes frantic, he pulled back
suddenly. The growling sound vibrated from him again, and then he buried his
face in her neck, pushing deep and shook.

His hands curled into a bruising
grip at her hips. And now she finally knew what it felt like. She
felt
the
burning hot streams shooting inside her. His cock thickened, filled her so
full. It made her hips jerk, her breath catch, and her body want to do it all
over again.

As soon as it was over, he slid
out of her and came to a stand. Lazily, she watched him turn to the side and
put his softening cock back into his pants. A silly smile spread across her
face. She did it! Her sisters, well Lily at least, would be proud of her grand
accomplishment. She just bedded the master of ice, and he was not cold at all.

He bent down and she caught a
glimpse of his back. Gasping, she came up behind him.

“What is this? I’ve never seen
anything like it before.” He stiffened like dried wood as she ran her
fingertips over the marking on his back. The marking spanned from shoulder
blade to shoulder blade and reached down covering most of his back.

Taking a step back, she realized
it was a bird of some kind, a raven or eagle with its head turned to the side.
It wasn’t a tattoo but it was in some way. They were etchings in his skin like
little scars that made up a fascinating pattern of cuts in the shape of a bird
with its majestic head swung to the side. She ran her fingers over the pattern,
loving the way the cuts tickled her fingertips. She bit her lip to keep from
giggling.

“That’s enough,” he said and
turned so she couldn’t see his back anymore. The cold voice was back and in
full force. He balled the shirt he’d picked up in a fist.

“What is that? Some kind of
tattoo?”

He looked at her with eyes that
cut. “That is none of your concern.” He stalked to the door and was out again
before she could think of something to say.

Naked and shivering, Chloe sat on
the edge of the bed wrestling with the heavy weight in her heart. She suddenly
wanted to throw something against the wall where his head had been. What was so
wrong with her wanting to know? Why was it so flipping terrible that she was
curious about him?

Sighing heavily, she lay back
against the bed with only one thing she knew for certain. Her heart was really
starting to like this vampire.

Chapter Eleven

Willow pumped her arms faster. The
muscles tightened and pulsed, creating a burst of red-hot pain in her biceps.
Her legs burned from her calves to her gluteus from the exertion, but she
gritted her teeth and kept running.

She had to get out of here.
Lifting her gaze to the night sky, she watched with growing terror as the moon
was nowhere to be seen. How could she have forgotten? The new moon. Her body
was on fire like her blood was made from lava.

Sweat formed and flew off her
face in the wind. Her hair plastered to her wet skin. Where was she even at
now? Germany? Switzerland? She couldn’t remember. She’d been on the run hard
and fast since she met the Alpha.

He was still after her. He’d been
so close in Spain, but she’d outmaneuvered him, not without a little dirty
handed trick though. Running back to the train station, she found a group of
cops and told them he was an angry abusive boyfriend. At seeing the big
shapeshifter charging in after her, they tackled him to the ground, letting her
quickly buy another train ticket and squeeze onto a train to Frankfurt,
Germany.

But that was two days ago; or was
it just yesterday? She could no longer tell the difference.

Why the hell did succubi reach
sexual adulthood at 29? What a random fucking age. She vaguely recalled her
father saying something about how the 29th year was the year the succubus
stopped growing completely and became fertile, and that was why they were given
to a man on their 29th birthday. To be ready for the new moon.

“Fucking misogynistic bullsh—”
Willow’s foot caught on a fallen tree branch. She yowled and went flying
through the air. She barely managed to put her hands out in front of her before
she was skidding along the grass.

Breathing hard, she groaned and
turned herself onto her back. The dark circle of the moon taunted her. Dragging
in gulps of air she wearily lifted her arm and extended her middle finger to
the dark circle.

A twig snapped in the distance.
Willow sat up in an instant, scanning the area. Hoping—no dreading—to see the
man she’d been running from. Never had she felt a more potent challenge in all
her life. Never had she wanted to both win and lose. The very thought of the
Alpha and what he stood for had her hair standing on end, yet there was no
denying the way he’d melted her from the inside out. Some part of her wanted to
test the waters and see what it would take to bring him to his knees before
her.

“Shut up, Willow,” she growled.

Oh,
God.
What was going on
with her body? This must be what it feels like to take the drug ecstasy. Even
the blades of grass beneath her felt sensual, like a lovers touch.

She clamped her eyes shut and saw
one man’s face there, taunting her. Mentally she flipped him off, while
realistically she slid her hand beneath her shorts. Her fingers found her
creamy soft lips easily. Her body had been burning up all day. Just a quick
release, that’s all she needed. The exertion from running had helped her to
resist doing this, but now… Now she let her knees fall open, her imagination go
wild, and her fingers thrust inside her.

Alpha Lyonis Keelan was the
biggest man she’d ever seen. Incredibly wide shouldered and tall enough to make
her above-average height feel very short. Even his walk wasn’t just a walk; he
swaggered with the graceful gait of a confident man. A man whose mere presence
dared weaker men to challenge him.

Her tongue darted out to wet her
suddenly dry lips. His body was superbly built; she’d seen it through the
outline of his clothes. He’d be a dominating lover. Would he push her down to
her knees and make her taste his cock? The thought shouldn’t thrill her but her
pussy walls tightened around her thrusting fingers.

No, she’d never let him do that
to her. She’d put the big Alpha on
his
knees, make him spread her legs
open and lick her until she tasted oblivion. Again, her finger clenched on her
tunneling finger. She moved it faster, pushing her body closer to a tight, much
needed release.

Then she’d make him lick her
clean and lie back down. Maybe she’d even tie his hands so he couldn’t move.
Her stomach fluttered at the idea and a moan escaped her as she pictured the
big shapeshifter sprawled out, tied up to a bed, his cock long and thick, and
waiting just for her. She’d toss her leg over his waist, grab him in her fist,
and slowly slide down on his length.

Only after she thoroughly worked
him up, coated his cock with her cream, only after he begged, would she grant
him release. Would she see anger glittering in his eyes or dark acceptance? He
would hate to be tamed by a woman. He’d fight the release. Try to stop himself
from coming. She would run her hands over his chest, through his hair, and pump
her hips faster. Until unable to deny himself, he’d roar and shake against his
chains, and jet himself inside her.

Willow moaned as her fingers
darted out to furiously rub her bud. The orgasm swept through her fast. She
came in hard, wet waves, the vision of Alpha Lyonis coming inside her floating
through her mind.

The release was over too quickly
and left her feeling even emptier than she had before. Her nipples hurt, her
breasts felt tight like twisted leather, and her sex kept pulsing and pounding
like a techno beat.

“I wonder what you were thinking
of, Willow. Did you picture some man bending you over and taking your body?”
Willow shot to her feet and came face to face with Alpha Lyonis Keelan. “Or
perhaps lying between your legs and taking you close and dear while staring
into your fiery eyes?”

The one man she wasn’t supposed
to let close to her no matter what, was a mere ten feet away.
He’d seen
everything.

“No, no, not for you. Not for my
Willow. You’re too strong for that, aren’t you? Too proud to let some man use
your body for pleasure. No, you would think about him pleasing you. Did you
imagine your dream boy tasting your nipples, cupping your breasts? No? Ah, I
see. You saw him tasting your wet pussy, licking you until you screamed. And
then what, pretty Willow? Did you reciprocate and come thinking about him
spilling between your sweet lips? Again, no. I underestimate you. Your looks
speak everything. Did you ride him in your dream?”

Willow’s jaw flexed hard and she
glared burning daggers of hate at him. How could he even guess so much? How
could he read her so easily?

“You did, didn’t you?” His eyes
traveled down over her legs and hips in admiration. “You are strong. I could
easily see your muscles pumping and working as you took his body. Did you let
your dream man come or did you just use him? Did you let him touch your soft
body or did you control that too?” Burning heat rushed to her cheeks. Hearing
him talk about it was worse than the fact that he saw her touching herself.

“Fuck you,” she snarled. He took
several steps toward her, arousal and something else flickering in his eyes.
She took as many steps back and he stopped following, a sardonic grin playing
at the corner of his mouth. A kissable mouth, lips neither too thin nor too
full, but somewhere perfectly in between. One dimple popped in his cheek. She
glared harder.