Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (18 page)

“What, find some little human you
can command to sit and stay? You need a real man, a shapeshifter,” he purred,
his tongue licking a hot path from shoulder to ear. He was so…cat like. She did
not like it. If she wanted a cat, she’d buy one.

“I don’t need to be broken in.”
His teeth traced the shell of her ear, enticing her to stay still and simply
feel his touch, and wonder wildly what he was going to do next.

“I would never want to break you,
Willow. Why would I ever want to change something so strong and wonderful? I
would hurt anyone who did. I simply want you below me. Do you know what I
thought of as I chased you these past two days, Willow?”

Don’t answer. Don’t answer.

Curiosity won out.

Breathlessly she said, “What?”
Shit. Shouldn’t have asked that.

His hot tongued licked her neck
then sucked the skin into his mouth where he pressed his teeth along it, a
simple, sexy bite. She shivered beneath him, her flesh still in his mouth.

“I could smell your arousal
growing and growing. It’s the most fascinating scent I’ve ever smelled. To know
that you’re all mine fills me with so much pride, Willow. Chasing you, winning
you, and knowing what I’d get to do to you when I had you. All kinds of images
poured into me. Are you sure you want to know?” He kissed his way to the other
side of her neck and stupidly, easily, she let her head fall to the side so he
could.

“Yes,” she said raggedly, thick
arousal coating her words. It wasn’t a lie. She was dying to know. She struggled
to remember why she was supposed to hate this man. Why this was a really,
really bad idea. How could anything bad feel this good though? The molten heat
of his body melted her, loosened her muscles into a pliant state. His scent
invaded her, blended with hers into something delicious, and his words…fascinated
her.

“I wanted to win you, claim you.”
Nibbles pressed across her soft neck. “I wanted to order you to your knees
where you would suck my cock between your soft lips. A prize for me.” He punctuated
his words by passing a brief kiss across her lips. “I thought of ordering you
to strip for me, then make you crawl toward me before you turned and offered
yourself to me with your beautiful ass raised in the air.”

His teeth dragged along her rapid
pulse then bit down. “I thought of licking your pussy until you were begging me
to fuck you and ease the burning ache inside you.” His voice was so deep now,
so husky. Willow could no longer tell if he was human or shapeshifting into
some other form in his lust. She was far too gone for thought.

Suddenly, wonderfully, there were
thick fingers against her bare sex. When? How had he gotten rid of her shorts?
She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She just wanted his fingers there. He petted
her, stroked her, then thrust inside.

“I thought of what I’d do after I
claimed your body. I’ll take you back to my pack, introduce you to the members,
then you’ll please me however I wish. I want to wake up next to you, then
thrust inside while you’re still waking up.” She moaned at his words, at his
wet fingers so easily stretching her, easing yet stoking the ache inside her at
the same time. She didn’t even fight the hold he kept on her hands; never once
did she think to free them.

The way he spoke now wasn’t what
he would have done, but what he would do. It was like an imminent threat and it
tightened something inside her like a coiling snake.

“I will take you hard and fast,
then come buried inside your sweet pussy. Then I’ll spend the next days
preparing your body for me. I will come on your breasts and nipples and then
your ass, which you will raise for me when I want it. Perhaps I will take you
there too. You’ve never let a man there, I know. I will take you when I choose,
against a wall maybe, then send you to your knees to drink from me. Every pack
member will know without a doubt whose you are. You are mine, Willow.”

The words, as if he was doing it
to her right now, were so potent. His palm rocked against her bud as his
fingers moved inside, and then she jerked hard, moaning as hot waves of
pleasure exploded inside her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. The
thought spun in her mind that he’d just made her come so effortlessly, with
some words and fingers. She’d given in so easily.

“I’ll only ask this once. Let me
have your body. Submit to me,” he growled against her neck. She shivered hard
even as her mind quickly protested.

“No, never.”

He growled in frustration then
his weight was off her body. Willow blinked her heavy eyelids in time to see
him climbing between her thighs, his lips near her core.

“No, what are you—”

She never finished her question
because then his tongue was licking over her wet, swollen flesh. She cried out
sounds she’d never before made in her life. His shoulders kept her thighs
pushed open and his big hands reached up to stroke her stomach, then cup her
breasts.

Oh, God. There was no build up to
this. She was already so on edge. His tongue tightened her, coiled her skin
tighter until she was about to burst. She felt trapped beneath the weight of his
arms, the pressure of his flicking, raspy tongue.

His name floated through her
mind, almost had her yelling it, but at the last second, she bit her tongue to
keep from doing so as hot pulsing waves crashed through her. He kept at her,
growling against her wet flesh, prolonging the pleasure as the waves trembled
through her like a quake. Shaking, shuddering, she was a trembling mass beneath
him, completely at his will.

He gave her one last lingering
lick then sat up on his knees, a feral look in his eyes. Willow had no idea
what to say, couldn’t even form words when her tongue felt dry as a desert.

“My turn.” Willow’s eyes shot
wide as he reached for his pants, opening the button then pulling down the
zipper. “Last chance to let me take you now,” he said, rubbing his hand across
her flat stomach.

Dazed, she shook her head. He
frowned at her in disappointment, then pushed his pants down to his thighs. His
cock fell forward, thick and long, wet at the tip. Willow squirmed at the sight
as the ache deep within her throbbed hard. His eyes raked over her body as his
hand fisted his cock.

“Give me your mouth.” His words
were guttural growl.

“No,” she whispered, her wide
eyes fastened on the hand as it stroked up and down his length.

“Willow, you will do this for me
as payment for what I just did for you.” She shook her head no, but as he
climbed up next to her body and cupped her cheek in his hand, she knew she was
too curious to deny him. She had to know what he tasted like.

He turned her head to the side as
he aimed at her mouth. Willow’s heart thudded so hard in her chest, she
wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it. He rubbed his cock along the seam of
her lips and Willow licked the wet cream he left there. Her eyes popped wide at
the taste. It was so masculine, strong, and thick.

“Open for me, beautiful Willow.”
And she did.

The hot length of him pushed
inside her mouth, flattening her tongue, spreading her wide. She made a muffled
sound of surprise around him and the hand at her cheek gently stroked her jaw.
Somehow she managed to relax her jaw at the intrusion and he pushed himself
inside on a groan.

It was unlike anything she’d ever
done before. His taste made her remember the way she felt as she flew apart by
his tongue. It made her want him to push that thick length inside her and see
just how high he could make her fly. It also made her wonder how it would feel,
how he would taste when he…

“That’s it, baby. This won’t take
long. Trust me. I’ve been close to exploding since I caught you.” He worked his
hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth.

Willow barely heard his words, so
focused was she on taking in his taste, his feel, his scent. Her hand came up
and fisted his cock. It was wet from her mouth. The skin was baby soft, fiery
hot, and made of steel underneath. She tightened her hand around him and heard
his breath stutter. Now, this felt good. Making him lose control. She felt
powerful and strong, like he was at her mercy and not the other way around.

She started pumping her fist. He cursed
viciously, grabbed a breast, and started pumping in and out of her mouth
faster. He hit the back of her throat a few times and she moaned, startled at
the full, overwhelming sensation. She heard him mumble an apology but didn’t
care because his breaths were choppy and uneven. His hand tightened on her
breast as his cock swelled even bigger in her mouth.

“Willow,” he said raggedly.

Then he planted himself deeply
inside her mouth as hot jets, wet and thick, shot in her mouth. Willow’s first
reaction was to pull away, but the hand at her cheek cupped her, keeping her
close. His cock pulsed beneath her hand and shook as ragged groans left his
throat.

Slowly, he pulled out from her
mouth like it was the last thing he wanted to. At the last second, he plunged
back in and her lips automatically closed around his softening length. With a
ragged breath, he pulled out of her mouth, closed his pants, and lay down
beside her.

The fog he created quickly
lifted. She started to squirm away as reality came crashing in. He snatched her
by the waist and brought her back flush to his chest.

They said nothing as their
breathing slowed. Willow tried to process everything and decide how to feel
about it. She’d never been the kind of person who could just pretend something didn’t
happen. And this was something that very much had happened. She’d let him best
her. Her hands clenched into fists.

He’d told her things that she was
certain she’d never be able to erase from her mind. No one had ever come close
to making her feel like that. Like she was the most desirable woman in the
world. It had to be a lie. Just with his name and status alone, he could have
any woman on her knees before him. He couldn’t want her because of some stupid
will. It was ridiculous. It was his dominant nature, his protective nature. She
spit at the words. He figured he had
rights
to her now, like she was the
new dog in his pack. Well, he was dead wrong.

She wondered if what he said was
true about her going back with him, which she wasn’t. Not that he seemed to
think that. Would he really…
do
all of that to her? Heat twirled and
bloomed in her core and she squeezed her thighs shut to clamp her desire.

Almost everything about this
Alpha reminded her of Luke. Oh, God, she’d actually thought that prick’s name.
He didn’t even deserve that much of her time. She’d been there, done that.

This Alpha was going to be worse.
Which only brought up the question, what the hell was Papa thinking? He knows
how she felt about shapeshifters after what happened to her.

A pang of sadness filled her
heart suddenly, intensely. Papa didn’t know anything anymore because he was in
the Afterlife. Succubi didn’t believe in crying over the long-lived and Papa
did live for a very long time, over twelve hundred years. But she’d only had
him for 29 years, barely 29. Hot moisture pooled in her eyes and she blinked
rapidly, one escaping down her cheek. Quickly, she tucked her cheek against her
shoulder to absorb the wetness before the Alpha realized.

When the Alpha didn’t say
anything, she turned back to see his eyes closed, his breathing even and deep.
He’d fallen asleep. She didn’t know whether to be insulted at the male behavior
or relieved. Silently she started extricating herself from him. No easy task
when the arm around her was like a band of heavy steel.

Finally, she eased his arm behind
her and rolled away from him. She stared at his eyes, waiting to see if they’d
pop open. When they didn’t, she quickly looked around and found her shorts and
panties in shreds on the ground next to him. He’d torn them off and she hadn’t
even noticed!

It was the new moon. Had to be.
It did things to her. Knowing she had spare clothes in her backpack, she looked
around for it, wincing as she saw he was using it for a pillow.

Dammit. She stood there for a
while and thought it over. A grin kicked up at the corner of her mouth and she
knew exactly what she was going to do. She went to the Alpha and knelt down
beside him.

Chapter Sixteen

Impressed didn’t begin to cover
how Chloe felt when Tyrian talked his way into a massively fortified building
that was run by the infamous demon, Telal Demuzi.  

With a building as tall as some
major corporations’ skyscrapers in the city, the demon’s office contained a
boatload of swat-clothed men with machine guns. Cameras watched her from every
angle of the room, moving with her if she took a step.

The floor was shined to a glossy
sheen and there were so many fluorescent lights that it hurt to even look at
the floor. This place looked how she imagined CIA secret headquarters would
look. She could easily see guards having to do retinal scans and fingerprint
identification just to use the bathroom.

A guard wearing a Kevlar vest and
a belt filled with mace, a Taser, a knife, and guns talked into an ear piece
low enough so she couldn’t make out his words. Tyrian had introduced himself
and requested, well demanded, to see Telal Demuzi. Now everyone was watching
them with hard, alert eyes, fingers ready on the triggers of their guns.