Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (20 page)

No longer could he keep his hands
to himself. He cupped her bottom one-handed and rocked her core against him.
She made a wild, needy sound then was sliding down his body. She was burning
hot against him, and he knew if he dipped his fingers down her jeans, he’d find
her soft and wet.

“Are you an enchantress?” He
hadn’t meant to ask it, but the words had slipped by his tight control. Her
eyes softened, a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth.

“No, Tyrian. I just want you.” It
was on the tip of his tongue to question why. She was beautiful, smart and had
a charming aura about her that, for some unknown reason, intrigued him. If he
were to bare his soul and be honest, he’d admit that he liked her.

She rubbed her cheek along his
shaft, her hand stroking the hard press of him through the material of his
pants. Breathing became difficult. Was the oxygen in the elevator gone? Violent
images blasted through his mind. He pulling down his zipper and aiming his cock
at her mouth. He would hold her by her hair as he thrust into her hot, wet
mouth, then urge her to suck him faster. He wanted to spend in her mouth and
watch her swallow his seed. Then he wanted to lick her body from her ankles to
her wrists and everywhere in between.

As he began to wonder what her
pussy would taste like, his zipper was pulled down and cool air breezed over
his hot shaft.

Tyrian pulled his eyes open with
some effort. There were so many reasons why this couldn’t be, yet none of them
came to mind. He watched her reach in and pull out his cock. He was hard and
unbending. Watching her small hand on him did something to him, snapped that
dark dangerous urge he kept hidden deep, made that boiling need topple over and
spill.

In one fast move, Tyrian had her
flat on her back, her legs spread open.

“What?” she said raggedly.
Arousal and pleasure glittered in her eyes, flushed her cheeks, and he wanted
to see more of it. He wished he could go slow, but now was neither the time nor
the place, and the urge inside him was too strong to ignore.

He pulled her jeans to her
ankles, spread her soft thighs wide, and then licked her sex. The first taste
felt like he was about to come, the second was pure rapture. Tyrian inhaled her
feminine scent, a smell he would forever remember every time he came for the
rest of his life.

His fingers had to play, had to
touch and feel what she was like. He pulled back, hesitating to touch her with
his rough hands but then he looked up at her flushed face, closed eyes, her
head shaking side to side and thought no more.

He petted her, coating her creamy
essence over his fingers as he licked and learned the soft folds of her lips.
He pulled each of them into his mouth, feeling the soft flesh of her against
his tongue and lips. Her scent drove him wild; the taste of her filled him like
molten lava.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He
parted her open, caressed her sensitive bud with his tongue, and watched
pleasure consume her. How he wished he could bring her up slowly, keep her on
the edge of bliss, then watch her fly apart, but there was no gentleness now.
The soft succubus had torn his world upside down since she was brought into his
life and now he was going to tear apart hers.

His finger found her wet opening
and thrust inside. Her slick core easily allowed him inside. She cried out, her
hands clutching his head to her and pride blazed inside him.

He did this to her. He made her
feel like this. He worked his finger in and out of her, loving the wet silky
drag of her muscles along his finger. She tensed and squeezed him as she neared
her climax.

Tyrian barely managed to restrain
his fangs, so badly did he want to bite her over her pussy, lick, and taste
both of her lively essences dancing on his tongue. His hips pumped at the
thought and he had to grind his stone-hard cock into the ground to keep from
coming.

A second finger joined the first
and he growled against her at the welcoming, clenching sensations of her body.
He wanted that to work over his cock. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her
deep.

Her hips jerked up against his
mouth and locked in place there, straining toward him. Her felt a trembling
begin in her legs and spread out through her body like a tidal wave. Beautiful.
He flicked his tongue faster over her sensitive spot and felt her fly apart
before she screamed it.

She was perfect. She was hot and
sexy as hell. And his vision was in a haze. He barely managed to keep pumping
his fingers inside her, to keep flicking her bud to prolong her pleasure before
he sat up and tore open his pants. He had to feel her. Had to feel her muscles
quivering around him.

He leaned over her with one hand,
aimed his cock at her wet opening, then thrust inside. What happened in the following
minutes was hazy.

He took her with a savagery he
never knew he had. He pumped hard and fast inside her, feeling her wet sheath
gripping him like a lifeline. She howled and dragged her nails over his back
and he didn’t know if it was from pleasure or something else. He didn’t care.
Couldn’t.

She gripped his cock so softly,
so perfectly. He kept taking her harder and harder until they ended up bent
halfway up the wall and his balls were slamming against her. She locked her
legs around his thighs, making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard in his life.

How he lasted as long as he did,
he had no clue. But he felt her shattering around him. Heard her shout out his
name like a battle cry. Her pussy clenched and constricted around him with the
perfect amount of pressure and he couldn’t stop the flood of his orgasm. He
slammed his cock in deep, and let the hot pulses of cum shoot from the tip of
him, hitting hot and wet inside her.

Long minutes after it was done,
the haze finally began to lift, like someone had taken the lid off a boiling
pot of water. He withdrew from her body and stared at the wet sheen that
covered his softening cock. He felt his body stir at the sight of it, at the
sight of her breathing deep with her legs spread wide and bare.

He tore himself away from her and
righted himself, trying to remember his training. He had to erect that icy
shield once again. What was happening to him? Was this some side effect from
not taking a woman since Maria? It was so long ago he barely recalled what a
woman felt like around him, had only vague allusions about it. He certainly
didn’t remember it feeling so…incredible. So addicting. Already he needed more.

Chloe had to be an enchantress.
Or perhaps the succubus had some pheromone she secreted to lure men. Either
way, he was done with it. Completely. Though, as he released the emergency
lock, he couldn’t think of one damned reason why. For a mere moment, he
entertained the thought of just taking her as she wanted, as often as she
wanted, even more. His heart raced, not in excitement at the thought, but in
fear. Somehow, he just knew. He knew that if he let himself be with her, it
would all happen again. Just like with Maria.

Two slender arms wrapped around
his stomach. The warm press at his back felt good, so he pulled her off him and
backed against the wall so she couldn’t touch him. She smiled at him, as if she
knew exactly what he was thinking and stood opposite him, leaning casually
against the elevator. Inside he chuckled at her obvious mockery. She was tough
to stand up to him as she did, to attempt things with him that no one else
dared. She was also foolish.

Her smile could start an entire
war, inspire a mysterious painting. It somehow managed to say everything and
nothing about her all at the same time. The curious part of him desired to
learn those secrets. Every intimate one of them.

His eyes flickered briefly over
her jeans. He told himself it was to make sure she put them on properly because
he didn’t want the guards to see her for modesty’s sake. It was a lie he
wouldn’t admit to if his enemies were torturing him.

The doors pinged and they both
stepped into a lobby of grinning men. Tyrian’s blood chilled, his skin pulled
tight as he remembered why this had been a terrible idea. Before, he’d been in
a sex-induced haze thanks to the damned enchantress.

Cameras—this building had lots of
them everywhere, including in the elevator. Tyrian grabbed Chloe’s hand,
ignoring her startled look, and dragged her out of the building and away from
the sound of masculine laughter.

Chapter Seventeen

Chloe sighed in frustration.
They’d been walking forever. Really, couldn’t he just go get a car or
something? Sure, it was about six in the morning and all the lots were closed
and probably rental places too, but come on, how about a taxi or something?

Her calves and thighs burned and
she was already starting to feel edgy again from the new moon. Though it didn’t
help that every other second she was replaying the elevator sex in her head.
God, now that’s what she wanted. Tyrian, untamed and wild. When the man lost
his cool, he was a force to be reckoned with.

He’d gone between her legs and
done something so devastating with his mouth she hadn’t known what to say, or
strangely, to do with her hands. Eventually, she’d satisfied herself by
grabbing his hair even though she’d pulled some of it out of the tie. When they’d
left the elevator, he’d looked like a mad man with his hair half a mess.

Was the passion she glimpsed in
him something he used to have? She could easily see him as he’d been in the
painting. A simple, pleased smile on his lips, a glint of warmth in his eyes.

It was amazing how much things
could change in such a short amount of time. Just last month with her sisters,
she was burying her father. He’d died so suddenly. At first, none of them could
believe it. He’d lived to be over a thousand years old, a massive lifetime, and
yet he didn’t find anyone he wanted to mate with until he met Lauren Dupree.

After he mated with their mother,
who disappeared not long after giving birth to Lily, he was heartbroken.
Neither Chloe nor her sisters remembered anything about their mother. Willow
insisted on calling her an ‘egg-donor.’

Chloe couldn’t say she blamed
her. Papa hired everyone imaginable up until the day he died to try to discover
what had happened to her. Did she run away from him? Did she die? He always did
say she was a fickle, flighty woman, ’course he said he loved that about her.
Her unexpectedness kept his boring butt on his toes.

Now Chloe only had stories about
her mother and a few pictures of her back home. When she was young, she
desperately wanted to find her mother, to get to know her. But as she grew
older and her mother never came home with open arms, Chloe distanced herself
from the prospect. Now she could shrug at the whole matter and honestly didn’t
care that she never had a mother in her life, because she’d had one fantastic Papa
who more than made up for it.

Suddenly, she stepped on a rock
and her ankle twisted the wrong way. Sharp pain shot up her leg. “Ow! That’s
it. I’m done. Call a taxi because I’m not moving from this spot. I’m tired and
dirty. We’ve been walking for hours and I miss my sisters. I need to call them
and you haven’t even said a word to me since we left the elevator.” A hot blush
crept up her face and she almost looked away from him, but decided he deserved
her hateful glare. He looked down at her ankle with little interest and nodded
down the street.

“The hotel’s right there.” His
stiff voice was back to being controlled. She wondered if she slapped him
across the face if he’d even flinch. She was about to find out when he said,
“Do you need me to carry you the rest of the way?”

“No,” she said gruffly. Okay, it
wasn’t particularly sweet what he said, but it warmed her anyway. Honestly, the
pain wasn’t that bad. She was just frustrated at this whole situation. As they
reached the hotel, Chloe’s mood worsened. She’d hoped it’d at least be a
Holiday Inn or something, but no, it was some rinky-dink hotel that’d probably
make her feel dirtier going into than leaving.

Tyrian paid for the room which
was the one at the very end of the complex. He’d asked for a room ‘furthest
from the office.’ Of course, he’d prolong the walking torture. When she finally
got inside the room, she didn’t care that the carpet was fifty years old or
that the room was muggy with humidity. She marched straight to the bathroom and
turned the shower on.
At least the water got hot,
she thought.

She didn’t bother pulling the
door closed, just stripped, and got into the steamy water. She sighed as the
hot water beat across her sore back and leg muscles. When the water ran cold,
she rinsed off and got out. She dried her hair and wrapped a white towel around
herself as she left the bathroom.

Tyrian was talking on a cell
phone. She didn’t even know he had one. It was odd, but seeing him use a piece
of modern technology was just…weird. He should be holding a sword or a mighty
hammer in one hand with a goblet of mead in the other. He looked every bit the
old-time warrior, especially with that jagged scar across his cheek. ’Course,
an old warrior probably wouldn’t hesitate to ravage her like she wanted.

The new moon cycle only lasted
for about three days. Soon, the moon would be filling brightly again in the
sky, and Tyrian wouldn’t have to help her with her little ‘problem.’ She stared
at the hard muscles of his shoulders, back and legs, which she’d felt the
strength in as he’d thrust inside her. The man was a machine. And he wouldn’t
touch her once her new moon was gone.