Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (12 page)

A loud noise registered in his
addled brain. Panting, Tyrian stopped and listened. It came again, three quick
knocks at the door. Releasing his straining cock, he growled and shoved it back
into his pants. He flung open the door hard, uncaring that it whipped hard
enough to crack the wall behind it. His control was slipping faster than he
could catch it.

“What?”

Draven looked apologetic as he
said, “There’s a problem with Chloe, I mean, Ms. Bellum. She’s calling for
you.”

Tyrian took off, leaving Draven
to trail behind him. “She’s hysterical. The new moon has her; it’s riding her
hard too. The men want to help her.” Tyrian spun around, catching Draven’s neck
in one hand and plastering him to the wall. Control. Control. Draven’s eyes
shot wide and he whispered, “But the men don’t want to touch her. You’ve
claimed her already.”

Quickly Tyrian released him,
shocked to his core at what he’d just done. Then Draven’s words registered. If
only he knew. He hadn’t claimed her. He’d given her release, but had taken none
for himself.

Squaring his shoulders, he set
off for her room. Rayn and Henry were standing outside, even their healer, Nanu,
was there. Each of them wore uncomfortable winces as Chloe moaned and panted
from inside the room.

The still erect cock in his pants
loved the sound, relished it. It wanted him to knock down the door and sink
into her, never stop.

“How long has she been like
this?”

“At least an hour,” Henry said.
The healer watched the warrior with a hurt look on her face. Henry ignored it.

Tyrian had hoped he’d have more
time. He’d wanted to talk to her about finding another warrior to ease her.
After taking her this morning, he didn’t plan to do it again. A quick jerk off
and he would be fine, back in control, the succubus out of his mind.

Yet one thing he’d learned in
being a commander was that a good leader knew when to step up and lead. A
thrill raced up his mind and he marked it off to a chill and not excitement.
Not eagerness.

“I’ll take care of it.” Everyone
looked up at him with varying expressions of shock. He didn’t tell them that
the thought of any other man going in there and touching her made him want to
stab something. In fact, he quickly hid that thought and buried it deep inside.
This was business. It was only sex. For ages, men have been using women for
such a thing. Now he would do it too. And after the new moon, when she only
required it once a day, she would find another. He’d make sure of it.

“Leave, I’ll see to her.” He
started to turn the door handle, but his half-demon, half-vampire guard Henry
stopped him.

“Sir, are you going to ease her
properly? She needs a man to…finish inside her.” Tyrian’s ignored the healer’s
gasp and Henry’s advice.

“I assure you, I will take care
of everything. Everyone leave now. Do not interrupt unless it’s an emergency.”
Tyrian disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He looked around for her,
expecting to find her writhing on the bedsheets much as she’d been before. She
was nowhere to be seen.

Stepping further into the room,
he strode toward the bathroom. That was when he was tackled by a soft, feverish
woman from behind.

If she was planning to throw him
to the ground then she seriously underestimated his strength. She made a needy
mewling sound then monkeyed around him until they were chest to chest.

She was naked once again, but now
in his arms. She sighed as her eyes traced over his face. She didn’t even
flinch from the scar.

“You came.” Then she kissed him.
Shocked to his core, Tyrian jerked his head away. She caught his face with both
hands and pulled him back to press gentler, soft kisses to his mouth, the
corner of his lips.

No one had kissed him…in a very
long time. It shouldn’t be good. Shouldn’t feel so
good
. But he liked it
and didn’t want her to stop.

* * *

Never had a man tasted so good.

Chloe licked the warrior’s bottom
lip and pulled it into her mouth. He tasted like husky man and a touch of
bourbon, as if he’d just taken a shot before coming to her.

And he did come to me, didn’t he?
A part of her poofed up like a peacock and wanted to strut around. Yeah, that’s
right; she’d gotten the most powerful man in the whole world to come back for
her. Eat it, ladies!

His hands were pushing at her,
not pulling her closer like she wanted. “What?” she grumbled against his
perfect lips. The two peaks at the top of his lip beckoned her to trace them
with the tip of her tongue. So she did. His hands tightened around her hips in
response and she didn’t know if she wanted to giggle or tear open his pants and
reach inside.

“Stop it, Chloe.” The cold edge
to his voice didn’t stop her so much as the fact that he just used her name.
Was that the first time he’d called her by her name? At least without trying to
tell her more rules. She lingered over his lips for a moment before pulling
back to look at him.

“I missed you.” She’d meant it to
sound seductive but it came out as a whine. He walked her back to the bed and
excitement pulsed through her. More, she definitely wanted more from this man.
She was quickly learning that not only was he amazing eye candy that she’d love
to strut around with, but he was a fantastic lover.

She wanted more. She wanted to
taste his cock between her lips, feel the weight of his tongue against her
pussy lips, and feel his thick cock slide inside her as she mounted him.

But when he reached the bed, he
dropped her onto it and calmly walked to the window. She was naked, needy,
desperate, and he was watching the moon. She was certain that at any moment the
hole she was staring through him would start smoking.

“Are you sure you won’t take
another of my warriors for your new moon? Draven was most adamant about letting
you.”

“What? No. You, only you.”

“Why?” It was such a simple
question, but it floored her. She’d never heard him sound so…human. Her mind
raced to come up with an answer. Why did she only want him and none of the
other warriors? Some of them were far nicer. Heck, Draven had even shown a
sense of humor, something Tyrian en Kulev did not have.

She answered the first thing that
came to mind. “I trust you. You are straightforward about everything. I know
you would never lie to me, and I know that you would protect me from any harm.
I can’t say I know that about Draven or anyone else. I don’t think you’d
protect me just because my father asked you to, either. I think you’re
honorable and you’d protect me because you want to.”

He took a step back and looked at
her, his brow pulled into a look of consternation. It was the most emotion
she’d seen on his face. A blush stole over her. She’d never been one to beat
around the bush when it came to saying what she wanted to say, but she’d also
never said anything so revealing to a man like him.

He strode toward her, his hands
pulled behind his back. “You should not reveal your secrets. That’s something a
warrior learns first.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and lay
back into the bed. The closer he came, the further she spread her legs until
she was wantonly posed like a harlot. Disappointment flickered through her that
his eyes did not even drop to her wet sex that was eager for him or to her
nipples that were so hard they hurt. Anger was swift to course through her.

“And you should not stand there
when a woman is practically begging you to fuck her.”

Somehow, she knew she shouldn’t
have said it. His spine went ramrod straight and he looked back out the window
like he wished he was someplace else. She instantly regretted what she said.
His arms came to rest at his sides and then he came to stand between her spread
feet at the bed.

The man’s ability to look her in
the eyes was both impressive and incredibly disappointing. Was there something
wrong with her? She knew she was plain. Her breasts weren’t very big and her
hips and waist weren’t particularly curvy, but dammit, she was pretty. Okay, a
plain pretty.

“Turn around,” he said. It was
only now that he spoke that she realized he was back to speaking like he lived
in a freezer. How had she missed his warm tones before? Why was it back now? The
attitude she’d just sprung on him came to mind.

“I’m sorry---”

“Turn around, Chloe.”

Need and want clawed at her. “But
I want to see your face.” Although he gave no reaction, she sensed that she’d
just surprised him. He started to say something but she quickly added,
“Please.”

Suddenly his hands grabbed her
thighs and dragged her to the end of the bed until her legs dangled off the
side. Her breath quickened with anticipation and she undulated against the bed,
lifting her hips toward him.

“Are you prepared?”

She glared at his matter-of-fact
tone. “Quite,” she said sarcastically.

His eyes left hers, finally, and
trailed down to her breasts. With one quick look, she knew he’d just memorized
the shape, color, and details of her breasts. With just a look. His hands still
lingered on her thighs, creating delicious pin pricks of pleasure straight to
her core.

His eyes tracked down over her
quivering stomach, to her sex, which cried out for him to touch her. His
nostrils flared. The movement was so quick, so simple, that she almost missed
it. The reaction sent her pulse skyrocketing. He did want her. It was like
being hit with lightning while holding an antenna; but there was no pain, only
intense, heart-gripping pleasure. All because of his gaze.

Her body warmed to a hot fever.
Legs scissoring, her hips undulated, trying to convey what it needed in the
most primitive of ways.

“Turn around,” he said again, his
voice lower, warmer.

“No,” she said, lifting her chin.

For a moment his brow furrowed
then released. One hand left her thigh, the other stayed, and she hoped it was
because he had to keep touching her. His hands went to his pants where he
pulled down his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his cock.

The first glance hit her clit
like a stroke. She moaned and arched off the bed. She hadn’t seen him before,
could only guess what he looked like from the feel of him. No wonder she’d felt
like he was splitting her open. The commander was huge. Thick and long and heavy
looking. He held it in his hand as though if he let it go, he might topple
forward.
Mmm, onto me,
her body thought wildly.

The head of his cock sported a
thick wetness that her tongue desperately wanted to curl around and lick off.
Proof that he hadn’t come earlier was evidenced by the thick vein that stood
out starkly along the bottom ridge of his cock. He hadn’t pulled himself all
the way out, but she’d bet his sac was deep with color, pulled tight.

With just the one hand on her
thigh, he squeezed and pulled her a few inches closer. Her butt barely hung
onto the edge of the bed. She trusted his touch at her thigh, his strength to
keep her from sliding off.

She held her breath, her hips
arching toward him as he gripped the base of his cock. He aimed it at her and
pressed into her. Her head fell back limply and her hands rushed to hold her
aching breasts. She heard a hiss of air and knew it was him. He entered her
long and slow, her tender, new muscles forced to encompass his girth. She loved
how gentle he was, just like earlier. He could easily use her during this
special time for her, but he wouldn’t. The man’s honor made her smile.

As soon as he was seated all the
way in, something broke inside her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and
tightened, holding him close. His hands gripped her thighs, like a warning.
Then he thrust. Slow, but hard enough to brush her clit and pussy with
delicious, shuddering pleasure. He took her like a machine. He made no sounds,
gripped her no differently. Took her as if he was waiting for her to get off so
he could leave. Nuh-uh. She wasn’t having any more of that.

“Take off your shirt,” she said
thickly. His eyes lifted to hers, shockingly hot and alert.

“No.”

She would never get used to this
sensation, the in out, push and pull dragging along her walls. It was amazing.

“I want it off.” If possible, he
leaned further back from her so that he was just standing there giving her his
cock and nothing else. She glared at him. She wanted more and she was going to
get it.

Reaching up quickly, she grabbed
his shirt in her fists, and with a strength she didn’t know she had, tore it
from his body. The T-shirt hung limply from his arms.

With a growl unlike she’d ever
heard, he tore the shirt off viciously, forced her thighs wide, and pounded
into her hard. Her release came swift, hard, and perfect. She screamed as hot
waves engulfed her like a tornado, spinning around her in a halo of erotic
pleasure. It left her gently, leaving her panting, and arching for another one.

“More.” She wasn’t sure if she
even said it or if she just mouthed the words. But he must have heard her,
because suddenly his mouth was at her breast, licking her hard nipple, then
sucking it into his mouth. Wet sucking sensations burned through her,
tightening her skin, gushing cream from inside her, and preparing her for
another release.