Unchained (Men in Chains Book 3) (10 page)

Next, she took the scissors and while he lay still, she cut off his shirt. Sweat rose in a sheen on his body. She unzipped his pants carefully, then began at one side to cut them, all the way down. Every inch of his lower body was beet red.

He’d also gone commando, which distressed her because it seemed very wrong to be looking at him. Yet he was so big that for a moment, she grew very still. Her desire for him, never far away, returned inappropriately and now her body felt flushed and hot.

She took a moment to return to the bathroom to fetch a towel. She had to cover him up, for her sake and because at some point he’d come back to himself. The last thing he’d want was to be fully exposed while tied down.

Laying the towel across his hips, she returned to the basin.

The next washcloth she dipped in the water she used on herself. What came away from her was dirt from the cave and more blood, probably from what had been on Marius’s clothes. She groaned. She had to be filthy.

But she set all these thoughts aside and for the next half hour washed Marius repeatedly until his skin resumed a more normal hue. She scrubbed beneath him as well. The sheet was soaked, and if she could manage to change it she would.

A couple of times she heard him whisper, “Thank you.” She answered quietly each time, “You’re welcome.” But she was never quite sure he actually understood her.

She found a clean sheet in a cupboard in the bathroom and set about replacing the damp one beneath him, which became a project all in itself.

She only stopped when a round of thrashing ensued, then she went back to work.

At least two hours later, he finally seemed to be resting, though his breathing seemed labored. Seeing that he was the calmest he’d been, she hunted through a chest of drawers on the wall adjacent to the bed, found one of his clean T-shirts, and went into the bathroom and turned on several showerheads.

Stripping out of her clothes, but keeping the chain wrapped around her wrist, she stepped into the spray. Never had a shower felt more glorious than in this moment. She got all the dirt off her body and out of her hair, then let the hot water beat on her now very sore shoulder and back. Siphoning Marius’s power, she sent what healing she could into her muscles. Happily, it worked. Maybe she wouldn’t have a bruise the size of Puget Sound on her back after all.

“Shayna?”

She heard Marius’s voice and slapped in quick jerks at the handles to shut off the water. “Marius? Are you there?” She didn’t know how else to ask if his mind had come back to him.

“Momentarily.” He sounded hoarse.

“I’ll be right there. I was just taking a shower, cleaning up.”

She quickly dried off, slipped on his navy T-shirt, wrapped her dripping hair up in a towel, then returned to the bedroom.

His eyes were open, but he looked haggard and pale. “How are you feeling? You don’t look so good.”

“Shayna, I’m sorry to ask this of you after all that I’ve put you through, but I need blood. I’m not gonna make it otherwise. Can you donate?”

CHAPTER 5

Shayna stood all the way across the room, staring at an almost naked man, spread-eagled and begging for her help. She’d known him a few hours and here they were, the sorriest pair ever.

She could feel his weakness through the chain still wrapped around her wrist. Death wasn’t far away.

His question didn’t require an answer. Of course she’d donate. Maybe Marius had thrown her into a nightmare, but he was a good man and deserved to live.

She crossed to the nearest side of the bed, which put her on his right side. Crawling across the bed reminded her that she was wasn’t even wearing panties.

She scooted close, dragged the towel off her head, and offered her wrist.

“You should probably lie down next to me. This may take some time.”

For some reason, the proximity made her nervous, not because she was afraid of him, but because neither of them had much on. She lay down beside him, arranging herself as best she could. “Should I release the chains?” He seemed so changed, so much like himself.

“Not yet. I think the worst is over but I’m not sure. Just hold your wrist tight to my mouth.”

She felt his fangs emerge and after he gave her a couple of instructions about angle and pressure, he struck. She gave a squeak at the sudden sharp pain, but was surprised when it dissipated so quickly.

Closer,
he sent mind-to-mind.

She pressed her wrist down so that he could form a seal with his mouth.

Good. That’s good.

And he began to suck.

Suddenly she was very tired as though until this moment, she hadn’t been able to let down, to let herself feel where she was really at. She worked to get comfortable, not caring that he was naked or that she only wore one of his thin T-shirts.

But as she relaxed into him, the steady suckling at her wrist brought forward what she’d been trying to ignore from the first time she’d actually exchanged words with him in Seattle. Maybe it was the blood-chains, but her desire for him rose like a wave in heavy seas, pummeling her self-discipline and making her long for what she’d already seen between his legs.

She knew the pleasure of being with a man and she missed sex, the touch, the connection, the raw physical nature of it.

As he began to take from her, she felt his strength returning, and the blood-chains soon started to tell a different tale. His hips rolled more than once and she had to know. She lifted up just enough to see that he was fully aroused.

The sight of his cock pushing to make a tent out of the towel strengthened all the sensations she’d already been feeling. But she couldn’t possibly act on her animal needs. It wouldn’t be right.

Marius was bound to the bed and she’d be taking advantage of him.

She settled back down and though breathing hard, she forced herself to think of anything other than having sex with her captor.

*   *   *

Marius had never tasted an elixir so sweet or so pure as what flowed into his mouth and down his throat. Shayna tasted as he thought she would, of woman and delicate flowers combined.

He moaned because he couldn’t not moan.
Your blood, Shayna, is like nothing I’ve had before. Thank you.

I can tell that you’re feeling better.

Much.

There were things he should explain, like how the experience of feeding at the vein had close sexual connections, but he couldn’t. He was exhausted from this latest, and hopefully last serious bout of recovery. But he was fully erect and wanted sex in a way that shocked him, even bound as he was. If he could have pulled Shayna onto his groin then buried himself deep, nothing would have made him happier.

From the moment he’d first seen her close up in Seattle, he’d wanted her. Kissing her more than once had fired him up.

There was nothing appropriate about how he felt, but the fact that her response appeared to match his own didn’t help matters at all. He could smell her desire, which made his lips and mouth suck harder and his hips arch. What he wouldn’t give to have her hand on him, or her mouth. Yes, that sweet perfect mouth of hers and her full lips kissing the hard erect length of his cock.

“Marius?”

Yes.
He waited, holding his breath. He could tell she was in a state, that she desired him in the same way he wanted her. But he couldn’t ask for sex.

“Do you need me?”

He finally released her wrist and turned to look at her.

“What do you mean?” He ached in a way he couldn’t even explain except that in this moment he felt built for Shayna and he wanted to give her what had always been meant just for her.

“Do you need sex?” she asked. “I mean, is that part of what you require right now?”

He wanted to say yes, because he was sure she’d be with him for that reason alone. But he shook his head. “It’s not critical. I just want you. That’s all.”

Shayna slid her hand down his chest, fondling him gently, rubbing his pecs. He groaned. “Part of me knows this can’t be right since I hardly know you. But—”

“I know. It isn’t right. We hardly know each other and you’ve done so much already. Feeding me is all that I require.” He strained against the leather straps, wanting to take her in his arms and pull her down to him, hold her close.

He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted Shayna in this moment. But he restrained himself and tried to calm down. Still, her blood seemed to be working in his body in a way he’d never felt before.

“I want to do this with you, even though I can’t believe I’m even saying it. I want to be with you.”

“You have a need as well. I can feel it, Shayna, but I need you to know that this would have to be about you. It would be too selfish of me.”

“I’ve never felt this way before.” She shifted to look at him. Her lips were swollen.

“Maybe just kiss.” Maybe if he could kiss her, he could settle down.

She nodded and leaned up to plant her lips on his. He shivered and moaned. Her tongue swept over his lips. He parted for her and the tip of her tongue touched his.

He cried out against her mouth. “Shayna.”

She kissed him again and once more her tongue swept inside his mouth. He pulled on her tongue with his lips.

This time she gave a cry and kissed him hard, her hands rubbing up and down his arms.

Maybe it was being bound, and having no control, or maybe it was the blood-chains, or that a beautiful woman kissed him, but he swore he was harder than he’d ever been.

Shayna, I need you.
He ground his hips into the mattress, arching and moving, trying to reach her.

His eyes were closed as her hand crept down his chest. She fondling his pecs again while her tongue swirled over his.
You’re so muscled, Marius. Your body is god-like. I can’t seem to help myself. Is it okay if I touch you like this?

God, yes.

Her words worked him up and once again he thrust his cock upward, needing to be between her legs.

Slowly, her hand moved lower, her fingers stroking the bottom of his thick pecs, now the curve of his abs. And still her mouth worked him, reaching in, taking hold of his tongue.

Sucking.

He groaned heavily.

She rubbed her palm over the ripples of his abs. His cock wasn’t far away now, just a few more inches. He wanted her hand on him, stroking him. He could come like this.

Take the towel off.

Good idea.
She kept kissing him as she slid the towel away from his groin.

I need you,
he whispered through her mind.

Her body writhed against his and she slung what he realized was her bare leg over his thigh. Oh, that’s right, she’d taken a shower and she wore only his T-shirt. She pushed against him now in strong thrusts of her hips.

So close.

Her fingers swept lower. Then she touched him.

He groaned again. She kept kissing him as she drifted her fingers up and down his cock.

Marius, this is so wrong. I don’t even know you, but I’m caught up in this. Is it all right if I keep going?

Yes, please, Shayna, do whatever you need to do. Use me. I’m desperate for you. Taking your blood has done this to me.

She drew back and looked down at him, her eyes dilated. She breathed hard through her mouth. “I want to mount you, but I need to know that it’s okay. You’ve been through this terrible thing here, in this bed, and I don’t want to hurt you or take advantage.”

He stared at her, unable to believe the words she’d just spoken, that she expressed so much concern for him.

“I want to feel my cock buried inside you more than anything in the world. I’m here for you.”

“I feel exactly the same way.”

*   *   *

Shayna was burning hot with need to mount this vampire for about a dozen reasons she
didn’t
understand. And truthfully, she was shocked by her behavior. Marius was someone she’d only known for a few hours.

Yet there it was again. The chain-bond helped her to feel as though she knew him inside and out, had always known him.

She took her time, wanting to savor what was about to happen. She kissed a slow line down his chest and swirled her tongue over his thick, weighty pecs and stiff nipples. The tight beads felt like heaven on her tongue.

Though bound by the leather straps and the chains, his body undulated with need.

She took her hand off his cock and instead stroked it down his muscled thigh. With the other hand, she played with the rise and dip of the muscles along his arm. She hadn’t known a man could feel this way.

“Shayna, my God. Shayna.” His voice was deep and hoarse, more signs that he was worked up.

As she sucked and tugged on his nipples, she glanced at his upright cock, the tip weeping. He was so ready and he couldn’t keep his hips still.

He would need friction to come and she wanted that friction to be all her.

She also wanted her mouth on him but she knew he was too far gone. It wouldn’t take much for him to explode.

Feeling more powerful than she ever had in her entire life, she rose up on her knees and slipped off her T-shirt. She wanted him looking.

His gaze fell to her peaked breasts. “You’re beautiful.”

She had full breasts and took each in hand, cupping them. He licked his lips and she knew what he wanted. “Do you want a taste, Marius? Do you want to feel my breast against your mouth, suckle my nipples, the way I suckled yours?” Had she just said these things? Who was she? Yet everything felt so natural and so good.

“Yes.” His voice sounded like it had just fallen down a deep well.

She angled over him, holding her left breast in her hand, and positioned the nipple over his mouth. He lifted his head reaching for her, and when he latched on he groaned heavily.

Her back arched because it felt incredible to be suckled in this position, to have him pulling on her. “Marius, that feels so good.”

Shayna, thank you for this.

She smiled, her eyes closed as pleasure pulled between her legs.
It’s all my pleasure, Marius. Seriously. This is so amazing.