Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (30 page)

“If we’re going to do this, then
it will be my way.” He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Her toes curled in
his hand as he caressed her calf up and down.

“How so?” she asked breathlessly.

“You’re mine. No one touches you.
You don’t touch another man.”

She scoffed. “As if I could be
interested in anyone else when I have the leader of the Atal Warriors at my feet
stroking me to heaven.”

“This isn’t stroking you to
heaven, but I will be soon.” It was a dark promise that sent her eyes wide.
Tyrian ran his hand up her slender thighs and felt the lacy press of her
garter. He tossed the skirt of her dress up. Had to see it.

A deep, masculine groan left his
chest at the sight of black stockings and creamy skin. Her stockings met her
thigh halfway and two dainty straps held each stocking up to some contraption
around her waist.

“This is…” he stopped, unsure how
to describe it, what to say. She smiled at him and he swore she wiggled her
hips at him.

“My garter belt. Do you like? I
was hoping you would.” Tyrian’s skin bunched tight. His control was slipping
past him with unsettling ease. He ran both hands over her knees to caress the
soft bare skin at the tops of her thighs.

Raggedly, he said, “The only
thing that would be better would be if you’d worn no underwear at all. Then I
could see all of you, spread open and soft.” She gasped and undulated like a
wave.

“Tyrian…I need your touch.”

He was in a sexual haze,
something she always managed to make him feel when she was around. He reached
and grasped her slender hips, loving the way she quivered in his hands.

“Are you wet and ready for me? Do
you want me to touch your pussy? Will my cock sink inside you?”

“Yes.” Her answer was hoarse and
filled with a need he understood.

The snap of the garter breaking
was loud in the room. Tyrian didn’t care. He had to get her naked beneath him.
He tugged a black stocking down over her creamy leg. Each new inch of skin
raised his ardor like a stoked fire. He couldn’t keep himself from pressing his
lips to her inner thigh.

His tongue flicked out, licking
her warm skin. He smelled her sweet sex and wanted to pound in and never stop.
But he couldn’t do that to her. He’d been rough so many times with her. She
deserved to be treated with gentle, slow loving. And if he kept a leash on his
passion, he might just be able to do it.

Her hands tunneled into his hair
and she almost seemed to be tugging him closer to her sex. He could smell her
rich scent and didn’t want to leave. He’d tasted her before, and knew first-hand
how the taste and scent lingered on his tongue for days. It was ecstasy and
torture.

His lips pressed against the
rapid, throbbing pulse of her thigh as his fangs descended. He felt parched,
like he hadn’t drank in ages. He wrapped an arm around her lush, round thigh,
cradling her close as he slid his free arm up her dress to latch onto a soft
breast.

She moaned, her head swishing
back and forth, hips pushing toward him in a rocking rhythm. He didn’t hesitate
a second longer. He bared his fangs, then sank them deep into her thigh.

She cried out, panted his name in
a husky voice as her hands gripped his hair for support. He lost his mind in
her taste, in her essence. His cock throbbed so hard, so fast he was going to
come if he didn’t stop. He heard her choked sob as she came, felt the pulsing
waves soar through her. He kept at it, prolonging her release for as long as he
could.

It was the hardest thing he ever
had to do, to pull his mouth away, and lick the points of his passion.

Tyrian stood and dropped his
cargo pants before climbing over her. She looked disheveled and flushed—it was
the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She had one high heel on, one stocking on,
and her dress was pushed up to her belly button.

Tyrian gripped the low hanging
collar of her dress and ripped it down the middle.

“Baby! You didn’t have to do
that.”

He grunted, his eyes raking like
coals over her breasts, her hard-tipped nipples. “Disagree,” he said, then
latched onto one breast, sucking as much of her as possible into his mouth. He
licked and pulled at her nipple until she made soft, gasping sounds. Her legs
scissored around his, her hips seeking, searching.

“Take me. Take me.”

Tyrian switched breasts, tried to
go slowly and tamp down the raging lust that pressed inside him.

He had just started kissing his
way up to her neck when she said, “Why don’t you see how easily your cock
slides in now?”

Tyrian tore away from her, eyes
wild. He couldn’t wait anymore. Not another second. He grabbed her underwear
and garter belt in a fist and yanked it from her body. It stretched then
snapped with a satisfying sound.

He was inside her in the next
second, pumping hard and fast. Gasping, she clutched at his back, her nails
digging deep.

“Is it…
ah…
to your liking?”

Tyrian could have died a happy
man in that moment. Her sex gripped him like wet, hot velvet. She clenched
against him with little tremors of pleasure and he knew she was close to
climax.

“Fucking perfect.” He’d told
himself he’d be gentle. He’d go slow and show her slow, gentle loving, but
somehow she always managed to snap something inside him.

He pounded her into the mattress
and her hips met him thrust for thrust, grinding and arching against him. Her
feet dug into him, nails biting hard. Her sex gripped him tighter, faster and
then she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

Tyrian roared as her sex started
milking his cock in tugging pulls. She screamed over the bite, her hips bucking
against his, and Tyrian lost himself. Taking her harder, faster, letting her
working muscles stroke the release from him.

He shouted, his balls exploding
his release, shooting out from him and dousing her deeply in long hot spurts.
He kept thrusting through her tightening muscles, their moans mixing as one.

Long minutes passed and they
stayed together, locked tight, joined as one. She gently released her grip on
his back and her arms fell like dead weight to the bed.

A slow laugh bubbled out of her.

“What?” He groaned as her
laughter squeezed her muscles around his cock, making it full and long again.

“I don’t think I can move my
pinky. That was… That was amazing. I don’t know. I want to do it all over again
but I can’t move.” She broke out into giggles and his laughter joined hers.

He pulled away from her, watching
her sex gripping his cock as he did. It was the wrong thing to do because it
made him hard as a pole again. Ignoring his cock, he pulled both of them under
the comforter.

She naturally slid across his
chest like a blanket, like she belonged there and it felt…good.

“I like you,” she said dreamily.
Tyrian swallowed hard.

“I like you, too.” As he said the
words over his tight throat, he knew they were true. So true, that his heart
thudded, trying to tell him something else. He ignored it, pushed it down, and
simply held the woman in his arms.

“I want to know everything about
you.” She sounded sleepy.

“You know more than most.” She
snuggled her cheek against his shoulder.

“But I want to know it all. I
want you all to myself. Tell me something about you.”

 “In the morning, Chloe. Go to
sleep now.” She pressed a kiss to his neck and smiled.

Tyrian watched her breathing grow
quiet and her body still. He tried to look away from her, but couldn’t. He was
going to pay for this. He knew it. No one had something so great offered to
them and not receive something worse in return. It was the way of life.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chloe awoke to the most
incredible sensation. Wet licks of heat around her sex, her bud. She blinked
her eyes open against the morning light streaming into the bedroom.

Her eyes strayed down and found
the most gorgeous head tasting her between her thighs.

“Tyrian.” His eyes met hers, sky
blue and bright with heat. Startled, unsure what to say, she lay back down on
the bed and gently arched toward him. His arms were banded across her waist,
one hand stroking a breast lazily.

Hot kisses trailed over her sex,
her inner thigh. “I woke up and had to taste you again. You’re intoxicating.
The way you feel as you push against me, trembling and shaking, your moans
caress me until I want to taste you again and again.”

Chloe did tremble at his words.
His tongue spread her lips open then suckled her bud into his mouth. Moans tore
from her throat. Breathing became difficult as pleasure seeped from her pores,
saturating the air with scents of passion and sex.

His tongue was magic, flicking,
and darting across her small expanse of needy tissue with a passion that was
quickly about to break her. The hand on her breast squeezed roughly, puckering
her nipple into a point, rubbing it relentlessly.

Chloe’s heart thundered in her
ears, her breathing loud in the quiet room. She cried out with the beginnings
of an intense release. She couldn’t stop the avalanche that swept through her.
She was caught in his touch, in the blinding pleasure that closed everything
off from the world except for the two of them in this moment.

Arching her back off the bed, she
screamed. Hard, wrenching shudders broke through her, her sex flooded with wet
heat and it went on and on.

His mouth eased away from her
slowly as if hesitant to break apart. She watched his expression, seeing the
mixture of hazy pleasure, pride, and arousal that saturated his features.

Pulling her knees wide, she
thrust her hips at him meaningfully.

“No, it’s too much. It’s too soon
for you.” His voice was ragged like sandpaper. The gift he’d just bestowed upon
her made her giddy and ridiculously happy. She wanted to return the favor.
Wanted to show him how much his blatant sexual generosity pleased her.

So she tackled him. He fell back
on the bed, his arms coming around her back easily. She couldn’t keep herself
from kissing him. From tasting her own essence mixed with the masculine taste
of his tongue. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit the meaty length of
it. A sharp spank landed on her ass.

Gasping, she arched against him.
“Tyrian, I never knew you were so kinky.” He smiled at her. A genuine, happy
smile that made her toes curl, her heart nearly burst from her chest.

“There are things you don’t know
about me.”

She arched a brow at his superior
tone. “Well, we’ll just have to rectify that, won’t we?” She laughed at his
grimace then began sliding down his body.

He grabbed her arms to stop her.
“What are you doing?” She sent him a wicked smile and kissed one peck and then
the other.

“Making love to you.”

“No,” he said.

“Why not?” she asked innocently.
His hands released her and she kissed first one nipple then the other before
kissing her way down the middle of his chest.

“Because I was rough last night.
You must be sore.” He sounded angry with himself. Chloe leaned forward to press
a sweet kiss to his mouth.

“I
loved
last night. I
love all the times we’re together. I haven’t once been sore. Well maybe a wee
bit after the very first time.”

His eyes held a flicker of
disbelief. “I was too rough then and I was before. You don’t need that.” Chloe
laughed at him and continued kissing down his chest.

“Why don’t you stop thinking
about what I need and listen to my words.” She dipped her tongue over the hard
bands of muscles in his abdomen, kissing each of the bunched muscles with
reverence.

“When you’re taking me, with all
that fiery passion you have inside you, I come harder than I have in my whole
life.” His cock pushed eagerly against her stomach at her words. His eyes
darkened like clouds blanketing the moon. “I love your body. You’re so hard and
strong.”

“Chloe,” he rasped, his fingers
curling around her shoulders. She slithered further down his body, kissing each
of the bones at his hips, the dip in his belly, the tops of his hairy thighs.

Chloe pulled back and eyed his
shaft. It was hard steel covered in hot velvet. She fisted him gently, stroking
him, learning him. He tensed, his eyes dark with arousal, his cheeks flushed
with color.

Chloe felt something come over
her. Some temptress that wanted to bring this man to his knees with pleasure.

He was so wide in her hand, her
fingers barely met. As she squeezed him and dragged her hand up to the head, a
drop of semen beaded. Suddenly, she had to know what it tasted like.

Her tongue darted out to lick the
drop away. Her eyes hooded at the taste, salty and masculine. She sucked the
head of him into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the soft, pliable skin,
feeling the hard steel of him underneath. The hands on her shoulders pulled
her, urged her down. She went.