Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance) (7 page)

“Do you remember all the things I promised to do to you once I got you here?” Willow shook her head, trying to draw herself back to reality. All she could think about though was what he’d promised to do to her.

“Yes,” she answered her voice tight.

His other hand reached down and cupped the heavy sac between his legs, rolling, and squeezing the flesh. Willow panted; her nipples tightening into points so hard they hurt. She watched him, entranced, as he squeezed his cock hard and dragged his hand up and down, slowly. The skin bunched and pulled until a white drop formed at the slit tip of him.

“I’m going to do all of that, Willow,” he said darkly. “I’m going to feed you my cock and fill your mouth. I’ll have you on your knees before me, pleasuring me like a good wife does. I’ll have you with your ass raised to me so I can feel your luscious ass as I take you.”

“No,” she whispered raggedly as a flood of hot cream dampened her panties. Her core throbbed, her slick channel weeping at its emptiness. She clamped her thighs together to keep him from scenting her arousal, from knowing what he was doing to her.

 “I don’t want you.”

His hands dropped to his sides, then he was looming over her—a feral animal about to pounce. Willow shrank against the bed, but his hands moved and gripped the top of her shirt.

“What are you—?”

Riiip.

The shirt fell off her body. Willow sputtered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He gripped her athletic bra next and tore that.

Her breasts met cold air a moment before his mouth latched onto a hard, achy nipple. She melted like warm butter. Her breasts were so sensitive, so ready to be touched. He wet her nipple, flicked it ruthlessly, before drawing her breast into his mouth. Her breasts were tight, nipples so hard that the touch bordered on sweet pain.

“Ah!”

Her tied wrists came across his back, fingers scratching at him. A soft growl caught her ears and she realized he was growling against her. This was madness, dammit. This wasn’t what she wanted.

“Stop,” she panted. “Stop.”

Her stomach quivered as a big hot hand rested against her. Slowly it traveled down her naked skin to the band of her pants. Even as he gripped the material with both hands, her nipple deep in the hot cavern of his mouth, he tore them off.

Her panties and socks were all that were left. His eyes ran hot and wild over her every inch of her skin. He didn’t miss the blush at her chest or the goose bumps across her arms. Willow wanted to fight this, but she’d never felt anything like this. Nothing close to the intense pleasure he could give her with the simplest of touches. Her body treated each touch, each lick like a drug that it wanted more and more of.

He reached down and tugged one sock off then the other. He kissed the top of one foot before reaching for her waist.

Willow had one last try at sanity. “Wait, no. Please.” God, she was begging now. She also didn’t want to lose her panties because then he would know for sure how much his touch effected her—how wet she was for him.

With a harsh growl, he tore away from her. He came up besides her, standing over her. “I told you what I would have of you once you came back with me. I warned you. I will give you a choice.”

His fisted his cock once again; the tip even wetter than before, the color darker along his shaft. He stroked over the head, dragging his skin up and over it. Willow watched, entranced.

“You can either get down on your knees right now and suck me, spread your sweet thighs right now for me, or turn around and lift your ass for me. Choose.”

Willow’s heart raced frantically, her eyes fell all across the room as she fought to think and choose.

“Time’s up,” he said. Willow gasped as suddenly he was pulling her off the bed, pushing her onto her knees before him. Her tied hands fell into her bare lap and that simple touch made her realize just how close she was to her slick core. How close she was to coming. It was harder than it should have been to resist touching herself.

He grasped her jaw as he stood before her. His thumbs exerted pressure on her chin until her lips parted. He made a satisfied, male sound and then his cock was at her lips. She watched him, saw the raw hunger etched in the lines of his face, felt it in the strength of his hands. She swallowed hard and knew...she wanted this.

Heart racing with fear at the thought, Willow ignored every protest, every warning her heart was sending her, and let her body feel. This was just sex; she would still leave. It changed nothing.

Her jaw fell open with the force of his cock pushing in. Her tongue wet the underside of him; her lips surrounded his wide girth. An ache bloomed in her jaw and cheeks from his size but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the ache in her loins.

Breathing ragged, he pressed in deep and slow. When he started to retreat, she couldn’t help but rub her tongue against him. It must be her new sexual hunger, the fact that she was fully succubus now, because she wanted this with a scary desperation. If only just to feed her. His orgasm would carry her for at least a day, logic argued.

He started to thrust in her mouth. Slowly his hands fell into her hair, holding her as she sucked him deeply into her throat. A strange feeling came over her, roaring above the hot need inside her—the urge to please. She found herself tightening her lips over him, tonguing him, sucking him in until he was groaning and moving faster.

She couldn’t stop it any longer. Her fingers reached between her bare legs and touched her wet sex. She wasted no time in finding her silky, wet bud. She circled it again and again, as pleasure drenched her. She moaned at the hot steel of him taking her mouth. He bumped the back of her throat as she breathed hard through her nose.

Suddenly his hands clenched in her hair, the touch sensual as he pulled on the strands. He cried a hoarse sound, and then grew hotter, thicker in her mouth.

A raw shout left him. Then hot salty streams jetted in her mouth as he pumped fiercely. Willow rubbed her own sex faster, desperate to come with him. But he softened in her mouth, pulling out slowly.

“You’ll be a great wife.”

Willow snapped her eyes to him and bared her teeth. “Fuck you.” A slow, lazy smile crossed his face. Quickly he ducked down, lifted her, tossing her on the bed.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” His eyes burning over her body. His soft cock twitched wetly against his thigh as if trying to decide whether to rise again or not.

“No,” she answered fiercely.

He shrugged then climbed over her to the other side of the bed. He yawned loudly then tucked a pillow under his head. A second later he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her next to him.

“Thank you for your mouth,
sica tawicue
.” He yawned again like a bear waking from hibernation then soon his breathing deepened.

Willow was left to wallow in her thoughts and stare at the man who was starting to grate slightly less on her. Slightly. Her body pulsed with unachieved need. She had a feeling that if she’d ask him to give her what she needed, he’d have done it with a smile on his face. No way could she bring herself to do that. Not after his nasty little reminder. Wife.

She snorted. Yeah, right.

She wouldn’t be escaping tonight. She’d have to wait until his guard was down. Until the guard outside wasn’t watching for her. Then she would lose him. Her heart twinged painfully and she rubbed a hand over it. Was she beginning to care for him?

She looked down at her tied wrists and thought, nope.

Chapter 8

Willow slowly opened her eyes to the morning light creeping in through the windows. She was incredibly warm, especially at her back.

She jerked to a sitting position. Lyonis slowly came to and the arm around her waist tugged until she was pulled back against him.

“
Sica tawicue
.” His voice was thick and husky from sleep. It reminded her of last night; the same voice he had when he was lost in passion. Willow slammed her eyes shut to block out the memory.

He moved behind her, his naked hips pressing against her bare bottom. Gasping at the hot prod, Willow squirmed to get away.

“No,” he commanded huskily, then pushed her onto her back and came up over her. Willow stared up into his low-lidded eyes with her wide ones.

“What are you—?”

His lips trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled. Then she felt a hot palm cup her sex. Pleasure spiked inside her and she quickly pushed against his shoulders.

“Get off of me,” she said between clenched teeth. He made a gruff sound of disagreement, then slid his finger inside her. The pleasure that went unfulfilled last night still wetted her channel. Her hips naturally pushed back against him, and he growled approvingly, then bit down on her shoulder. Her muscles warmed, and she went limp against the bed.

How did he always manage to do that?

He didn’t hesitate. He pushed her thighs open, pressed his cock to her entrance, and pushed inside. Willow cried out and it wasn’t in pain. Her core was wet and warm. As he began to pump his hips, she grew wetter for him, easing his way as he dragged himself through her needy center.

“Willow,” he groaned.

Planting himself deep inside, he pulled back and grabbed her wrists. Willow blinked as she realized they were still tied together. He lifted them and placed them over the bedpost. Her arms slid down it and she struggled to free them but then he rocked back on his knees.

Grabbing her hips in his hands, he held her as pounded into her. Willow’s loud moans startled her; her body started tingling with delicious pinpricks of pleasure. It was as if that one night of not taking a release had built something inside her. Something that desperately wanted to get out.

Her toes curled, nipples beading into hard points. She closed her eyes, unable to watch the pleasure on his face as he took her, as he did the very thing she both wanted and loathed.

“You’re beautiful in the morning, mate. Lovely and fresh. Wet and tight where I want you.”

Willow’s core clenched at his words. His hand moved, slowly spreading across her stomach and down as he pumped through her tight muscles. His thumb reached her short curls then found her clit.

Willow’s arms tensed hard. He began to rub it back and forth and her breaths caught in her throat. Delicious heat filled her body and her sex until she was close to bursting. Her skin tightened, coiling.

“That’s right. Come on my cock, Willow. Let me feel you gripping me.” His voice was so low, so husky it teased her ears.

“Oh, God!”

She bit her lip, hadn’t meant to say that aloud. She heard him groan as her body exploded apart. The finger at her bud rubbed harder as he thrust in heavy strokes. The shaking started in her thighs and shot up to her arms. The orgasm tore through her, stole her breath, and burst hot liquid inside her core. She bounced against the mattress, cries echoing off the walls.

“Perfect,” she heard him say and then both hands were at her hips. If she thought he was taking her hard before, she was wrong. He took her hard now, his hips slapping against her thighs and sex.

She heard the wet sound of her sex, fresh from her orgasm and turned her head away as her cheeks flamed. There was no hiding what her body felt for him. Groaning in one long pull, he pushed deep. Hot surges filled her for endless seconds.

He collapsed on top of her and Willow’s heart shriveled a little inside. She was weak. So weak with him.

He gave her a quick kiss on the mouth then sprung from bed. “I have a busy day today. You should take the time to meet the pack. Just stop by their houses. They’ll welcome you.” Willow snorted and rolled on to her side, giving him her back. His soft laughter floated over her.

When he came back into view, he was fully dressed in a fresh pair of khakis and a button down shirt. He smiled at her then leaned down and kissed her, giving her no time to pull away. Willow’s breath caught as the soft heat of him; his masculine scent drifted over her, taste lingering on her lips as he pulled away.

“Behave,” he said, then left.

Willow didn’t move until she heard the front door close, then she got out of bed and took a shower. She needed her sisters. Needed their advice bad. One night with the Alpha and already she was doubting things, hell, even pondering ridiculous notions like actually being his.

A nasty memory popped in her mind. David ordering her on the ground as he mounted her from behind...as his friends watched. Humiliation burned hard inside her, tears welled in her eyes.

“Fuck that,” she said viciously and slammed her hand into the shower handle to turn it off. She dried off and dressed. She checked to make sure her eyes weren’t red as she went to find a phone.

She found one in the office downstairs. Pictures lined the walls filled with happy moments between Lyonis and the pack members.

Willow grimaced as she dialed Chloe’s cell. It went straight to voicemail so she tried Lily’s line next. She sighed with relief when she answered.

“Hola?”

“Lily, it’s me.”

“Woohoo! It’s about time you called, sista. We’ve been waiting to hear something. Chloe said she called you but the connection was bad or something like that.”