Unchained (Men in Chains Book 3) (11 page)

But after about a minute, her body had reached that critical state of needing the same kind of friction that he needed.

She pulled her breast away from his mouth and felt him reach for her and protest. But she swung a leg over his hip then lifted up. She caught his rigid cock in her hand, holding him in place.

He released a series of grunts and gasps, his neck and upper body arching as though trying to reach her. As she met his now frantic gaze, she slowly lowered herself, taking him inside. She moaned and a shiver went through her. He felt so damn good.

He shouted in response, his mouth open, his back arched. And once more, she could feel how much pleasure it gave him that she was surrounding him like this. The blood-chains on her wrist helped her to feel his pleasure, which in turn heated her up another degree.

As she lifted her hips, gliding along his cock, she groaned yet again. “Marius, I can feel what this is like for you. The chain at my wrist is amazing.”

“I know. I can feel your pleasure as well.”

His head rocked back and forth. The muscles of his arms bulged and he pushed his hips into her as much as he could. The chains that bound him tight to the bed didn’t give him a lot of leeway, but enough that he could work her. As she rose up and down, pistoning over him, he matched her with an upward thrust.

She leaned over him, planting her hands just above his shoulders, and began to move. She loved doing this, more than she ever thought she would. She loved being over a man like this. And siphoning his power, she went faster.

“Shayna, I’m going to come.”

“I want you to come.”

“Let me do something for you.”

She had no idea what he intended. “What? Yes. Anything.”

“Let me do the work. I can move really fast and it’s important to me that you have pleasure right now, a strong release.”

Shayna stilled before she’d even formed the thought to stop moving over his cock, but not because he’d told her to. She’d never heard a man express an interest in her release before. The experience was so novel that all she could do was stare into his hazel eyes. Finally, she murmured, “I’d love that.”

A slow smile spread over his lips. He was so beautiful.

His gaze fell to her breasts and once more his tongue made an appearance. She rose up just enough to support herself on one arm and slid her thumb into his mouth. He suckled greedily as he met her gaze.

Then, as promised, his hips and cock went to work.

It was a light flutter of movement first, hitting her in just the right spot. She cried out.

“Look at me.” His voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper. “And keep looking. I want to watch you come, then I’m going to fill you with all I have to give.”

She nodded. The flutter became a strong, deeper movement but the speed stayed the same, an unbelievably quick thrust inside her.

She moaned.

Then he went faster, something an ordinary man could never do. And all she had to do was hold herself in position.

Pleasure built. Her face and chest grew flushed. She felt certain that this would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

And just when she thought it couldn’t get better, he went deeper still, all the while sustaining the same extraordinary pace.

The orgasm hit her like a tornado of sensation, so that she writhed on him and cried out. Pleasure streaked through her well, pushing past her abdomen so that her whole body felt full of fire. She stared into his eyes.
Marius.

You’re beautiful like this.

Pleasure rolled for several seconds, but as she began to come down from the pinnacle, she realized he hadn’t come. He slowed his thrusts.

He kept thrusting.

“You didn’t come,” she said, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.

When she drew back, his cock felt firm, but something had changed. She met his gaze because she could feel something waiting just beyond her consciousness. “Marius, what is it? What’s happening?”

He shook his head and she sensed he wasn’t sure. “I know that your blood did something to me and right now I’m feeling a new layer of power flow through my body.”

She glanced at his shoulders and arms. “You’re bigger.”

She watched as he began to pull on the leather wrist strap. The muscles of his right arm grew corded and defined. “You’re going to break through.”

He didn’t say anything, but a moment later the leather separated from the chain. Still easing his hips up and down so that he worked her with a slow thrust, he turned his head to his left wrist. The next moment the second leather strap broke free.

“Marius, should I be afraid?”

He met her gaze as he slowly rose up and surrounded her with his arms. Though his legs were still tied down, he kissed her and embraced her, the feel of his thick muscles like heaven against her breasts.
Marius, you feel wonderful.

When he drew back, she felt his entire right leg flex. She had to watch, as he pulled with strong, consistent effort—and as though the leather had been made of tissue, it simply came apart.

And still he thrust inside her.

Chills went up and down Shayna’s spine. She’d already come, but she could feel Marius’s intentions. Her breathing grew labored and her nipples rose into stiff peaks.

He flexed his left leg and with a sudden guttural shout, he was free. At almost the same moment, he levitated then flipped her so that she landed on her back with a vampire buried inside her and moving in deep grinds of his hips into her sensitive well.

“Oh, God,” she shouted. “Marius!”

He began to move into her now with every ounce of his power, slowly building his speed and pushing her toward ecstasy again. She gripped his shoulders, savoring his size.

This was more than she could have imagined would happen.

“Look at me, Shayna.”

She met his gaze and the commanding intensity of his expression held her enthralled. She couldn’t look anywhere else but into his hazel, gold-flecked eyes. She panted in deep grabs of air. “I’m so close.”

“I can feel that you’re ready and I’m going to speed up again.”

A cry left her lips. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, still panting. And as the orgasm began to release, she cried out over and over. The pleasure was like nothing she’d known, and still he held her gaze, thrusting into her.

His breathing grew harsh as well and she could feel his cock now, experience his tremendous pleasure, the result of the chain she held in her hand.

Ecstasy hit and he roared, the sound of his voice, very vampire, pulsing over her as he thrust.

Another wave of pleasure arrived unexpectedly so that her cries joined his. Lightning strikes of ecstasy whipped through her repeatedly, expanding up through her chest until she couldn’t breathe. Stars flashed through her mind.

Just when she almost passed out, his movements finally began to slow and the orgasm passed like a beautiful ocean wave washing up on shore.

She was left feeling as though she’d just flown through the heavens, touched the moon, then floated back to earth.

She lay slack on the bed. “Marius.”

Nothing else followed, just his name. There were no words to express what she felt, what he’d done for her. He was the first man she’d had sex with in a year, and because of her previous troubles with Michelson, she felt free in a way she hadn’t in a long time.

*   *   *

Marius stared into Shayna’s eyes and leaned down to kiss her. “Thank you.”

She nodded. She looked incredible with a flush on her cheeks, her lips still swollen, and her eyes glittering. “I should say the same thing.”

Still connected to her, he stroked her cheek with his thumb and kissed her again.

“I can’t believe we just did this. I’m pretty much shocked by it all, and yet it felt so easy with you, so natural.”

Marius felt the same way, though he was having trouble aligning all that he felt. Mostly, he felt a tremendous gratitude for what Shayna had done, that she’d gotten him through the worst of his recovery process, that she’d fed him, and finally that she’d had sex with him. Even now, he could tell that she felt a whisper of concern that she’d broken out of her usual standards and slept with him. He owed her his life.

“I understand,” he said at last. “But just so you know, this isn’t something I would normally do, either.”

“Really?” She seemed so surprised.

He chuckled. “Really.”

He still couldn’t believe he’d just had sex with her. He’d kidnapped her out of Seattle, brought her here in great pain, forced her to be witness to things she should never have seen, and now she’d given him release.

Slowly, he eased out of her. He grabbed the T-shirt she’d worn, then planted it between her legs. He smiled, loving that he’d left so much of himself inside her. He also loved that she didn’t seem embarrassed. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said. She scooted to the side and he had a wonderful view as she walked across the room, then disappeared into the bathroom.

He sat up and shifted his legs over the side of the bed, the cool stone beneath his feet. He saw the plastic tub and memories surfaced of feeling something cool on his face and his body, something that had made the experience tolerable when for the early part he’d felt as though he’d walked through a fiery hell.

The lump of his cut-up battle leathers and his T-shirt told their own story. Shayna had done that for him.

He owed her so much.

He thought back to the moment when he realized that her blood had empowered him and that he’d be able to break free of the bonds. Something had happened inside him as each strap broke, as though the release of each binding had freed a part of him long dormant, something lost on Daniel’s punishment table.

He felt alive and aware, more sensitive to his surroundings, and acutely aware of Shayna.

He felt her in the shower, soaping up her hands and washing her arms, her abdomen, and deep between her legs. He wanted to go there again, repeatedly. He wanted to chain her up in his secret New Zealand cave and never let her go.

He planted a hand against his chest. He felt the secure beating of his heart, his pecs where she’d suckled him, and the seat of his soul that he knew was expanding.

What the hell had Shayna’s blood done to him?

When he heard the water shut off, he decided that Shayna didn’t need to see him naked right now. It was one thing to be bound on the bed and suffering through blood-madness recovery, even to have made love, but another thing to have his big, muscular body in her face.

He crossed to his nearby built-in closet and grabbed a robe. He found a second one of his that would work for her.

He took it to the bathroom and, keeping his gaze away from her, he hung it on the back of the door. “Thought you could use this.”

“Thanks. That’s really thoughtful and I love the paisley in your robe. Is that silk you’re wearing?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a great look for you.”

He would have left, but she grew very still and he sensed something from her, as if she was in shock. “What is it?” He turned toward her. She held the towel to her chest and it hung well past her knees. She was covered up—and then again, she wasn’t.

“Marius.” She had tears in her eyes. “This was what I saw, back in Seattle. The vision that I had, while standing on the sidewalk, of the future, of you and me. Do you remember? I said those exact words,
I love the paisley in your robe. Is that silk you’re wearing?
”

Marius stared at her. “I remember now. I thought you’d fainted but instead you were having a vision. And this was it?” He held his index finger pointed toward the stone floor.

Her lips curved. “Yeah, this was it. I’m flabbergasted all over again.” She started moving her towel over her breasts and down her abdomen. Now he should leave, but instead his gaze got hooked on watching her breasts as she continued drying off. He could feel her thinking hard again, trying to figure it all out.

She met his gaze a couple of times, which encouraged him to wake up. “You’re okay with me standing here? Am I invading your privacy?”

At that, she smiled fully. “Marius, you just invaded my body, I think I can towel off in front of you.”

She hung up her towel, spreading it out fully to dry, and all he could think to say was, “That’s a good idea, hanging the towel up, I mean. This cave is near a water source and has issues with damp.”

Inwardly, he rolled his eyes. He was such a romantic, talking about mildew issues. Next, he’d be tell her about bat removal and how best to deal with guano.

She crossed the room and for a moment, he stalled out again. What was it about a naked woman that took a man’s breath away? He wasn’t sure what she intended because she was coming straight for him. He blinked a couple of times, especially when she stood right next to him.

He was about to ask something equally lame, like whether or not the hot water had run out, when she reached past him and plucked the robe from the hook.

Right now, he felt like he was about twenty years old again.

“I don’t suppose you have a brush I could use. I haven’t got any of my things with me.”

“Right.”

He finally put his feet in motion and set her up with a brush. He showed her some other things she could make use of, like a toothbrush and toothpaste. He finally left the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. “We should eat,” he called out.

“I’m starved. Do we have food here?”

“No, but I can take care of that.”

Rumy would help out in a heartbeat.

Once he’d connected telepathically with Rumy, he sent a mental image of the cave. Rumy promised he’d bring a meal and a few other provisions. Marius suggested some girl-type stuff for Shayna, including some clothes if possible.

By the time he hung up, he felt grateful all over again for having a friend like Rumy. He knew he wouldn’t have survived otherwise and not just recently but probably a dozen times over the past several decades when a battle against the darker forces in his world had turned bloody and lethal. More than once, Rumy and his team at The Erotic Passage had patched him up.