Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (28 page)

In a second, Henry went to her
and wrapped her in his arms. He rubbed her back in circles until she finally
stopped shaking against him. God, she felt good there. Like they were made to
fit against each other just like this.

He kissed her hair. “Are you
sure?”
Please be. Don’t break me, he silently pleaded.

She nodded against him and looked
up at him with watery eyes. “Yes, I’m sure, Henry. I can’t be away from you any
longer.” He wiped her tears away, then, unable to hold back any longer, leaned
down and kissed her.

The kiss rocked him to his very
soul. She made a soft sound in her throat, then clutched him closer. He was in
heaven. He pulled his mouth away to bury his face in her ear. She smelled like
lavender, like she always did.

“Is this a dream?” he asked
hoarsely. Her hands gripped the skin of his back, nails digging in—a reminder
of the present.

“No, my love. This is real.”

“Nanu,” he whispered, then lost
himself in her.

Everything was hazy as he took
her lips, tasted the skin at her neck. He dropped the robe from her shoulders.
His pupils dilated, taking in every inch of creamy dark skin. He pressed his
palm over her shoulder and merely gazed at their differences.

“You’re so beautiful.” She tucked
her head against his chest. “Don’t be shy, Nanu. I’ve wanted to see you for so
long.” His voice was ragged with its intensity. When she looked back up at him,
fire was in her eyes. Fire and desire.

She stepped back from him, and
his eyes dipped down over her body. “You wore nothing here but that robe?” He
somehow managed to ask over his tight throat.

She smiled, and it was the smile
of a seductress. She moved back onto the bed and sat up on it. He wished he had
white sheets and not dark ones because wanted to see her contrasted against them.
She crooked her finger at him and he followed like a puppy dog.

“Can I turn the light on?” He
wanted to see her in the light. His night vision was great, but he wanted to
finally see the color of her nipples, the apex of her sex. When she nodded, he
flipped on a lamp and felt the floor drop out from him.

Perfection. Her hips flared out
to rounded thighs that he wanted to squeeze and thrust between. His cock
throbbed painfully in his shorts, feeling heavier and harder than it ever had.
Her slender neck curved down to breasts that were beyond anything he’d ever
pictured. And he’d imagined them a lot.

She leaned back on her elbows and
gave him a come-hither look. He did. He was hers to command. He came forward
but couldn’t bring himself to touch her. It was too surreal. This couldn’t
really be happening. Her soft hand grabbed his, spread his clenched fingers
open, then pressed it against the soft mound of her breast.

His breathing deepened as he felt
her beaded nipple scrape against his palm. Her breasts were plump and generous
but not overly so. As he cupped her breasts, she spilled out from the top of
his hand. He wiped his free hand across his mouth to ensure he wasn’t drooling.

“You’re lovely,” he said, his
voice hoarse. Her nipples were the color of milk chocolate surrounded by gold.
Her hand fisted the band of his shorts and pulled him close. He went. When his
mouth found the hard peak of her nipple, it was bliss.

Her hands sifted through his
hair, holding him close, and he’d never been happier. He circled her areola,
tugging on her nipple with his teeth, his lips. He brought his hand into the
mix and gently squeezed the soft flesh.

“Oh, Henry,” she sighed. Burning
desire flooded his veins and soon he moved to her other breast, flicking and
tasting her, drawing her harder into his mouth until she was gasping, arching
toward him.

Breathing hard, he pulled back
and looked at her. Her eyes were dazed and a flush crept over her chest and
cheeks. He wanted to pull his shorts down now and take her. He wanted to take
her in every way imaginable, every way possible. But he couldn’t do that to her
now. He had to go slowly and gently.

She lay back on the bed and spread
her knees to him, her toes just brushing the edge of the bed. His hand shook as
he touched her thigh. His eyes landed on her sex and wouldn’t leave. He
couldn’t bring himself to look away.

“I need to taste you there,” he
said roughly. He didn’t know if she nodded or shook her head no, but he was
going to do it anyway. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her thighs, and pulled
her close. She squealed and let out a giggle that almost made him smile.

Her sex had a thin strip of hair
that traveled from the top of her sex up. The rest of her was bare smooth. She
was flushed and wet, and Henry couldn’t keep himself away any longer.

He covered her with his hand,
stroked the bare skin with the tips of his fingers. “Amazing,” he said. In all
his dreams, all his imagination, he’d never pictured this. This was the sexiest
thing he’d ever seen.

He stroked the thin line of hair
as his other hand massaged her inner thigh. His life couldn’t get better. His
cock throbbed, the tip leaking. It argued it would be better if you just got
inside her.
Be patient,
he growled to himself.

Leaning forward, he pressed his
cheek against her smooth sex. She smelled rich like the sexiest thing on Earth.
His mouth actually watered and he couldn’t wait anymore or he’d come in his
shorts.

His tongue darted out at the tip
of her sex. He parted her lips open, then pressed down through them. He heard
her breathing falter and wished he could make himself open his eyes to watch
her face. He couldn’t. He had to savor this first time, the first taste. He
found her tight slit and pushed inside with his tongue. Creamy honey coated him
and he groaned, his balls drawing up even harder.

He flattened his tongue and
licked her from her opening up, over and over, until her hands were gripping
the bedsheets and her hips were arching toward him. Only then, did he spread
her lips with his tongue and suckle her bud with quick flicks.

She howled like a wolf to the
moon, her back bowing off the bed. Her feet went around his shoulders and
pushed him even closer. He could have smiled, he loved it so much.

He never relented. He thrashed
his tongue against her with flicks that he’d imagined doing hundreds of times
before. This was so much better than any dream.

Her thigh started quivering in
his hand. He rubbed her gently to soothe her and knew she was coming soon.
There was one last thing he needed to do, to feel. He pressed a finger to her
wet opening and pushed inside.

They both moaned at the same
time. She was hot, soft, wet. She closed around his finger in the best of ways.
He pumped it inside her, nearly coming as he felt her muscles quivering around
him.

She panted, moaned, and whispered
his name as a ragged plea as she flew apart. Henry licked her faster, pumped
his finger inside her as she shuddered hard against him, hips pumping wildly
against his mouth.

When she finally settled down,
breathing hard, he pulled his wet finger out and licked up her essence. Her
legs fell loosely to the sides as he stood. His legs were shaking, his eyes
hooded as he looked at her. She had a smile on her face and her body looked
like she couldn’t lift her arm if she wanted to. After a moment, she turned to
him with that smile.

“Come here,” she said and parted
her legs for him. It was a dream come true, but Henry hesitated.

“I wouldn’t last a heartbeat. I
can’t have our first union cut so short. I’ll go the bathroom and take care of
this and be right back.” Nanu sat up, her eyes sparkling but clear.

“No, you don’t,” she said,
wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’ll take care of it for you. I’m your
woman now.” Henry’s stomach flexed hard, but because of her words or her touch,
he didn’t know. She slithered to the floor before him. Her touch burned him,
grabbed his hard waist then gripped the band of his shorts and tugged.

“Wait,” he said, his hand
stopping her. The thought of her on her knees on the floor before him…he didn’t
like it. “Don’t do this.” Even though the thought of her mouth sucking him deep
made breathing difficult.

“Henry, I want to. Please let
me.” She rubbed her cheek back and forth across his straining erection and he
bit his lip to keep from doing something crazy. Like whipping it out himself.

Slowly, hesitantly, he nodded.

She practically glowed as she
tugged his shorts down. They dropped heavily around his feet. His cock fell
forward and landed against her cheek. She smiled and wrapped her hand around
him. The pressure was soft but so damned good.

“Don’t be nervous. Just let me
pleasure you.” She kissed the tip of him then stroked him, rubbing the skin
around his cock back and forth. He couldn’t stop the groan that left him. His
hand curled around her slender shoulder and if not for her there, he would have
fallen and embarrassed the hell out of himself.

“I like the way you feel. So hard
and rigid, but like soft velvet on the outside. I can’t wait to feel you slide
inside me, Henry.” Her tongue wet the tip and then her mouth swallowed him.

He nearly lost it right there.
His fangs dropped, throbbing. He bit into his bottom lip to ease some of the
pressure in his loins. She pulled back and sucked him, her tongue rubbing
against him. When she came back down on him again, it was pure torture. Her
hot, wet mouth sucked him again and again; her hand fisted his cock and pumped
him in the slightest of motions.

He had to unclench his hand from
her shoulder, too afraid he’d hurt her. She sucked him faster, her eyes closed,
soft moans leaving her throat. Henry panted, his chest burning, heart
thundering.

She laved her tongue against him
and took him deep into her throat until he was hitting it the back of it. “Stop,”
he said raggedly. “Please, stop. I can’t. I’m going to—”

Hot liquid boiled in his balls,
shot up to his cock ready to burst. His legs stiffened, ass clenching, breaths
exploding from him. “Nanu, pull away!” She didn’t. Her hands cupped his ass,
and she took him as deeply as she could.

He couldn’t stop the hard, hot
pulses as he came, couldn’t stop the harsh shout that left his throat. His hips
jerked against her mouth and her tongue coaxed every drop of come from him
until he was shaking in front of her like a damned leaf. She pulled back, his
cock making a wet popping sound as he did. She ran her hands up his body as she
stood, the smile of a seductress on her mouth.

“As soon as you’re ready again,
I’m ready to feel you inside me, Henry.”

Henry pulled her close and kissed
her. Kissed the woman he loved, the woman of his dreams.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chloe hesitated at the top of the
stairs. She saw the barest of light escaping from under Tyrian’s bedroom door
and knew he was in there.

As she took a deep, shaky breath,
she coached herself. She could do this. She was a Bellum. Strong willed,
independent, unafraid of challenges. With that in mind, she turned the doorknob
to his room; it didn’t budge. Gritting her teeth, she banged her fist on the
door and didn’t stop until she heard footsteps coming.

When the door swung open, Chloe
forgot what she was about to say. Tyrian stood there naked, angry, and dripping
wet with only a tiny towel wrapped around his lean, hard hips. Chloe licked her
lips. She would give up her house in Colorado for the chance to lick all that
water up. His hair was loose and splattered across his scarred cheek and
shoulders in a way that her fingers twitched to touch.

“What?” There was no ice in his
tone, just anger. Was this progress?

“What do you mean, what? Are you
honestly surprised I came?” His eyes actually rolled and then he spun away,
leaving the door wide open. Doing a mental fist-pump, Chloe let herself inside,
closing the door behind her. Tyrian entered the bathroom and she heard him
getting back into the shower.

Again, that nervous feeling
fluttered inside her like a butterfly trying to get out. She lifted her chin,
pulled her shoulders back, and followed him. The shower had a glass door
instead of a curtain, which made it the greatest shower on Earth for her to
watch him. He was magnificent. Built hard and strong while carrying the marks
of battle across his body. He ducked his head under the showerhead and she
caught a glimpse of the crow brand across his shoulders. She wanted to trace it
with her fingertips, learn its feel.

“Are you going to stand there and
watch me or tell me what you came here for?”

Chloe smiled, realizing that he
was angry. This
was
progress. It was getting harder for him to control
himself around her and keep the icy wall up. Good.

“I’d prefer to do both if you
don’t mind.”

His dark eyes cut her a hard
look. “Well, I do. Get on with it, Chloe.” The way he said her name still
managed to make her shiver.

“I want you to be my Protector in
the real way.” His hand slammed into the shower wall and she jumped at the loud
bang it made.