Ties That Bind: The Bellum Sisters 3 (paranormal erotic romance) (28 page)

He came at her then. As if with her release done he could finally take her how he wanted. She was pushed to her hands and knees, had only a second to comprehend his cock nudging her unused entrance, and then his hands held her shoulders to keep her in place and he thrust in.

A cry left her, a mixture of shock, pain, and pleasure. He groaned harshly and started thrusting through her tight muscles, his hips slapping against her bottom with each dive. She felt stretched and so full; the sensation felt maddeningly wonderful. She panted, her mouth unable to stay closed. His hands went everywhere as if trying to touch her all at once. He cupped her breasts, plucked at her nipples, squeezed her bottom, and pressed kissed across her shoulders and down her spine as he worked his hard length in and out of her.

It felt too good. The initial sharp pain was fleeting and all she felt was a raw earthy passion inside her; it felt so
right
. He bumped repeatedly against something inside her that pulled her tighter, hotter, made her burn.

“You are mine, Ari.” Now his deep voice sent pleasure blooming in her belly. Or maybe it was just his words, she didn't know. “Take me,” he growled.

He pushed her shoulders down to the floor. She went, so low her hard nipples scraped back and forth across the rug with each pounding thrust he gave her. It felt completely wicked, so unladylike, but incredible. She wanted to do this every day for the rest of her life so long as it felt like this.

One hand clasped her hair in his hand and kept her down so her bottom was raised for him. His free hand curled around her waist, squeezing tighter and tighter as his thrusts landed harder...faster.

The deep ball of need in her belly unfurled, unraveled, flew apart. She screamed as her entire body shattered into a million pieces. This sensation felt so different from the releases he gave her before. She could feel the difference. Could feel her sex squeezing around him, wetting him with a fresh gush of cream. He growled, the hand in her hair tightening, and then he pumped in one last time and a wet, hot sensation burst inside her. He gave her his release. She found her hips writhing against his, wanting to take in all of it.

He pulled out as soon as he finished and it took all of her strength to turn around, her limbs falling loosely all around her, to look at him. He didn't meet her gaze. A chill went through her heated body.

“What's wrong?”

A slight jerk of his head and he stood, pulling on his clothes in hard jabs. She felt as though a bucket of ice water had been dropped on her. Her chest pulled incredibly tight like a cord being wound. The urge to cry crept up on her.

“What's wrong, Alrik?”

“Look at me!” His shout made her jerk hard.

“I-I am.”

He looked at his hand then curled it into a fist and punched the bedpost. The frame cracked and fell to the floor with a loud groan.

His lips fell into a flat line, his expression one of defeat, then he looked her in the eyes. “Tell me what they look like?”

“Does what look like, Alrik?”

“My eyes!” he shouted.

She flinched, her lips trembling. “B-black. They're black.” Tears escaped seemingly out of nowhere, but she had so many emotions running inside her, they had to get away somehow.

He slowly shook his head then finished pulling n his boots. Some awful, panicked feeling filled her. It felt so unlike anything she'd felt before. As if she were about to lose something precious that she wasn't ready to let go of.

“Please let me help you.” The tears ran fast down her face.

He shook his head at her, the rawness in his troubled eyes piercing her. “You can't. No one can.” He left, leaving her huddled and crying.

CHAPTER 35

The next day came and Lily started to feel claustrophobic in the cabin. Telal had taken his knife and managed to kill a squirrel and rabbit. He'd cooked it, but her stomach had seized up at the smell of the meat and she'd refused any food though he tried to make her eat.

Her arms wouldn't stop itching. The skin started to turn pink from her nails dragging up and down it. Even her scalp itched and she couldn't stop scratching it. She couldn't stop pacing, but after a few minutes, she'd grow weary of that, and have to sit down only to repeat the whole process all over again.

Telal came out of the shower, fresh and wearing some clothes he'd kept in his dresser. They looked good on him but different. She wasn't used to seeing him anything other than a suit—or maybe naked. He wore a black t-shirt fitted across his strong chest and pair of loose black pants, not the expensive looking kind either. He almost looked normal—except for his gold skin and blue hair.

She smiled at him and continued pacing, scratching her arms. “What's wrong?” he asked.

She pretended to be surprised. “Nothing, just sick of being holed up here.”

“It's only been a day.”

She shrugged, let him think what he will. He inhaled deeply then his arms stiffened. “The new moon is soon.” She shrugged again. That hadn't even been a thought in her mind. Not when she wanted to rip her hair out, run back to the hotel, and make her juice. God, she
needed
it.

“Is your magic back yet? Is it safe to leave?”

“For the twentieth time, no. My powers won't come for some time. Maybe even a week. That poison was strong and I got hit twice.” His eyes flicked over her then he grabbed her arm. She yanked it away but he cut her a warning look before he grabbed it again and studied it. “Why are you scratching yourself?”

“I need to get back to the hotel.” She knew she was whining but desperation held her in its grasp.

“You're not telling me the truth, Lily. Why are you acting like a strung out junky?”

She stiffened then jerked her arm out of his grasp. “Fuck you, I'm not a junky.” She marched away from him before she did something that'd get her in trouble—like punch him. She ended up sitting on the bed kicking her feet out up and down.

He came in a minute later, a dark look on his face. “I didn't call you a junky. I was making a reference. Why did you get so defensive?”

Shit. She hadn't even realized she'd messed up. Panicking, she kept her eyes trained on the floor and pretended she didn’t' hear him. This became hard to do when he stepped in front of her and she had to stop kicking her legs else start pelting him with her feet.

“What are you on, Lily? And do
not
lie to me.”

Lily wrapped her arms around herself and rocked back and forth. A part of her wanted to tell him, she did. To finally let someone know about her guilty secret, the one that had been eating away at her for almost a year. But what would he think of her then? A pathetic fool who had to resort to a homemade drug just to get on with life? No, thank you.

“I'm not on anything.” Technically true since her goods were currently in her apartment at Telal's.

Telal squatted down in front of her cupping her face in his strong hands. A part of her faltered, her defenses cracking at his sincere expression. The warmth of his eyes almost warmed her skin.

“Please tell me, Lily.” Her eyes teared up and before she knew it she launched herself into his arms sobbing, clinging to him for dear life. “God, Lily. What is it?” The concern in his voice almost did her in. Almost sent her into a level of sadness that would require at least two boxes of tissues to fix.

“I don't want to tell you,” she said in a small voice. She hadn't told a soul. Not even Rosa.

His arms tightened around her making her feel warm and safe. “You can tell me, Lily. After all we've been through together how bad can it be?”

She laughed a little. When compared to seeing her mother in that demon prison and barely escaping death at his office he had a point. In a small voice she told him about the special “juice”.

“You make it yourself?” he asked.

She nodded against his shoulder. “It makes me feel...good, free, and happy. Like nothing can go wrong, nothing can stop me.”

“How long have you been taking it?”

She shook her head. She didn't want to spill the details. His arms tightened around her. “It's okay, you can tell me. Maybe I can help.”

She took a deep breath. “A year. Since Papa died.”

“Why did you start taking it?”

This was the question she didn't want to answer. The one she dreaded the most. “I don't want to talk about it, Telal.”

He pulled back and kissed her hard on the mouth. His eyes bore into hers. “Tell me.” His voice left no room for argument she soon found the words falling from her lips.

“I was so sad. With the will, with worry over summoning that demon that was all my fault. Papa had just died. I couldn't stand it. So I made it and it helped me to get out of bed and feel strong again. I'm so sorry.” She buried her face in her hands and wept. Her words felt so inadequate at explaining what she'd felt. How miserable and sad she'd been. How some days she really did just stay in bed and stare out the window. She could have died then and been the better for it.

Telal pulled her against his chest and stroked smoothing circles across her back. “You have nothing to be sorry for. But if I'm going to be your Protector then I must lay down the law. No more of this, Lily.”

She jerked back, eyes wide. “What?”

“You heard me. I want to be around you as you're meant to be not how some herbs make you feel. I like being around you,” he said gruffly a faint blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“No, I meant what did you mean about being my Protector.” Her hands latched onto his shoulders, squeezing tight.

A corner of his mouth lifted. “Well I am, aren't I? Besides, I don't think I could let you go.” He sounded as if he'd just made this realization and didn't know how to feel about it.

A big smile split across her face. “Really?”

His eyes darkened with heat. “Really. I crave you,
lilit
.” She might have swooned but instead his lips crossed hers and gave her the kiss of a life time. All swirling tongues, meshing lips, and ragged breaths sawing together. She pulled him closer between the vee of her legs and his cock, hard and thick, pressed against her pussy. She moaned and tore at his pants with frantic hands.

He was just as hungry. His own hands pulling open her jeans and working them down to her ankles then dragging the underwear she'd washed by hand in the shower down with them. She tried to kick the material off her feet but they got stuck around her ankles. Telal growled, his mouth fusing against hers again and then he slid forward, his cock brushing against her sex.

She panted, anticipation filling her blood like something hot and wicked. His strong body covered hers, pressing her back into the mattress, his hands burying into her hair, and then he thrust inside. His shaft spread her muscles wide, the nerve endings sparking like fireworks.

She held onto the damp tendrils of his long hair as their tongues mated and his hips created a rocking rhythm that pushed him in and out. “Telal,” she moaned. Her heart felt near to bursting along with her body. She wanted to tell him. God, she wanted to tell him so badly how she felt, but she bit on his lip to keep from doing so.

He made love to her with slow, passionate strokes that built her climax up steadily. When she came, she screamed, clutching him to her and he groaned coming right with her in a burst of wet heat inside her.

His head jerked up, his expression tight with concentration.

Suddenly she felt the need to whisper as her skin prickled worry. “What is it?”

“Put your clothes on.” She was right to whisper because he did. They both stood and righted their clothing, then the sound of the front door being kicked in sounded as loud as a gunshot. Telal grabbed her hand and rushed into the bathroom shutting and locking the door behind him. He peered out the small window that was high and meant more for ventilation than using, then opened it.

“Get out now.”

She froze. “You're coming too?”

“Of course,” he said urgently.

He lifted her waist and she barely managed to squeeze through. The window frame squeezed her hips and shoulders that surely would cause bruising, and then she floated through the air for a few seconds and landed in the leaves below the window.

Lily waited, staring up at the window, glancing all around her, and chewing her nails into jagged pieces as she waited for him. Her stomach clenched when she heard a thump inside. Her hands flattened against the cabin as if trying to reach out and help him. She wanted to call out to him but didn't know whether that would hinder him or not.

After a minute, Telal strode around from the back of the house at a brisk pace. He had blood splattered on his hands and arms. “Come on.” He grabbed her hand then started running into the woods—fast.

He didn't stop until her breaths came in haggard whines. Her throat felt tight like she'd been choked and her lungs and chest burned from the inside. He let her rest against a tree.

“We have to keep moving. Come on, walk.”

Through uneven breaths she said, “Port us.”

He shook his head. “I'll try.” He grabbed her hand but nothing happened. “Fuck, come on. If there's one then there's more of them.”

He settled them into brisk walking pace, which allowed her lungs to recoup but made her legs burn from the work. She made mental note that if she lived she'd purchase a Treadmill and start running.

“Same demons that attacked at headquarters?” He nodded, pulling her under thick branches and helping her over larger stumps. “How did they track us?”

“That's what I've been trying to figure out.”

“What are we going to do?”

“Keep moving.”

A feeling came over her that everything was useless. Nothing they could do could help. Unless they managed to kill all of the demon assassins or something. They couldn't port anywhere. The only safe place may be Tyrian en Kulev's castle, but that was in Norway.

They walked on for hours through the dense forest without passing a single road or human being. Past the point of pain, her body drove straight into exhaustion. Surprisingly, she didn't feel thirst or even hunger. With the new moon coming, her body had already started to change, to require a different sustenance to live. In a way it was good, she supposed, but Telal still needed to eat.

“We have to keep quiet out here, okay?”

She nodded mutely. And when he stopped them for the night near a thin stream, she fell to the ground and wished him a goodnight. She'd never fallen asleep so fast in her life.