Текст книги "Chains of Frost"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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In the next second, her soft tongue was in his mouth. Soft, wet, the thoughts triggered something primitive inside him. Something dark and dangerous that always lurked just beneath the surface. She always seemed to tap into that so easily, so quickly. How did she do it?
Her hand cupped his throbbing cock through his pants and a ragged groan left him. He tried to hold back, not to give in, but it was as if a dam had broken and the water was flooding in.
He kissed her back just as hard, tasting every crevice inside her mouth, loving the soft sounds she made in her throat. She squeezed him again, stroking his length, her touch melting the wall he held around himself as if it were wax and she a burning flame.
All his years of training did nothing to prepare him for this. Her taste was sweet like a sparkling white wine and her lips were soft as satin.
She tore her mouth away to feast at his neck and his fangs dropped, throbbing in time to his cock. He wanted, no needed, for her to bite him—needed to feed her in that primal way. But she only bit at his skin with her blunt straight teeth, ran her hand along the ridge of his cock up and down, up and down. Pulling forth liquid heat only she seemed to find until it was nearly boiling in his veins.
No longer could he keep his hands to himself. He cupped her bottom one-handed and
rocked her core against him. She made a wild, needy sound then was sliding down his body. She was burning hot against him, and he knew if he dipped his fingers down her jeans, he’d find her soft and wet.
“Are you an enchantress?” He hadn’t meant to ask it, but the words had slipped by his tight control. Her eyes softened, a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth.
“No, Tyrian. I just want you.” It was on the tip of his tongue to question why. She was beautiful, smart and had a charming aura about her that, for some unknown reason, intrigued him. If he were to bare his soul and be honest, he’d admit that he liked her.
She rubbed her cheek along his shaft, her hand stroking the hard press of him through the material of his pants. Breathing became difficult. Was the oxygen in the elevator gone? Violent images blasted through his mind. He pulling down his zipper and aiming his cock at her mouth.
He would hold her by her hair as he thrust into her hot, wet mouth, then urge her to suck him faster. He wanted to spend in her mouth and watch her swallow his seed. Then he wanted to lick her body up, from her ankles to her wrists and everywhere in between.
As he began to wonder what her pussy would taste like, his zipper was pulled down and cool air breezed over his hot shaft.
Tyrian pulled his eyes open with some effort. There were so many reasons why this
couldn’t be, yet none of them came to mind. He watched her reach in and pull out his cock. He was hard and unbending. Watching her small hand on him did something to him, snapped that dark dangerous urge he kept hidden deep, made that boiling need topple over and spill.
In one fast move, Tyrian had her flat on her back, her legs spread open.
“What?” she said raggedly. Arousal and pleasure glittered in her eyes, flushed her cheeks, and he wanted to see more of it. He wished he could go slow but now was not the time or the place, and the urge inside him was too strong to ignore.
He pulled down her jeans to her ankles, spread her soft thighs wide, and then he licked her sex. The first taste felt like he was about to come, the second was pure rapture. Tyrian inhaled her feminine scent, a smell he would forever remember every time he came for the rest of his life.
His fingers had to play, had to touch and feel what she was like. He pulled back,
hesitating to touch her with his rough hands but then he looked up at her flushed face, closed eyes, her head shaking side to side and thought no more.
He petted her, coating her creamy essence over his fingers as he licked and learned the soft folds of her lips. He pulled each of them into his mouth, feeling the soft flesh of her against his tongue and lips. Her scent drove him wild; the taste of her filled him like molten lava.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He parted her open, caressed her sensitive bud with his tongue, and watched pleasure consume her. How he wished he could bring her up slowly, keep her on the edge of bliss, then watch her fly apart, but there was no gentleness now. The soft succubus had torn his world upside down since she was brought into his life and now he was going to tear apart hers.
His finger found her wet opening and thrust inside. Her wet core easily allowed him inside. She cried out, her hands clutching his head to her and pride blazed inside him.
He did this to her. He made her feel like this. He worked his finger in and out of her, loving the wet silky drag of her muscles along his finger. She tensed and squeezed him as she neared her climax.
Tyrian barely managed to restrain his fangs, so badly did he want to bite her over her pussy, lick, and taste both of her lively essences dancing on his tongue. His hips pumped at the thought and he had to grind his stone hard cock into the ground to keep from coming.
A second finger joined the first and he growled against her at the welcoming, clenching sensations of her. He wanted that to work over his cock. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her deep.
Her hips jerked up against his mouth and locked in place there, straining towards him.
Her felt a trembling begin in her legs and spread out through her body like a tidal wave.
Beautiful. He flicked his tongue faster over her perfect spot and felt her fly apart before she screamed it.
She was perfect. She was hot and sexy as hell. And he was seeing in a haze. He barely managed to keep pumping his fingers inside her, to keep flicking her bud to prolong her pleasure before he sat up and tore open his pants. He had to feel her. Had to feel her muscles quivering around him.
He leaned over her with one hand, aimed his cock at her wet opening, then thrust inside.
What happened in the following minutes was hazy.
He took her with a savagery he never knew he had. He pumped hard and fast inside her, feeling her wet sheath gripping him like a lifeline. She howled and dragged her nails over his back and he didn’t know if it was from pleasure or something else. He didn’t care. Couldn’t.
She gripped his cock so softly, so perfectly. He kept taking her harder and harder until they ended up bent halfway up the wall and his balls were slamming against her. She locked her legs around his thighs, making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard in his life.
How he lasted as long as he did, he had no clue. But he felt her shattering around him.
Heard her cry out his name like a battle cry. Her pussy clenched and constricted around him with the perfect amount of pressure and he couldn’t stop the flood of his orgasm. He slammed his cock in deep, and let the hot pulses of come shoot from the tip of him, hitting hot and wet inside her.
Long minutes after it was done, the haze finally began to lift like someone had taken the lid off a boiling pot of water. He withdrew from her body and stared at the wet sheen that covered his softening cock. He felt his body stir at the sight of it, at the sight of her breathing deep with her legs spread wide and bare.
He tore himself away from her and righted himself, trying to remember his training. He had to erect that icy shield once again. What was happening to him? Was this some side effect from not taking a woman since Maria? It was so long ago he barely recalled what a woman felt like around him, had only vague allusions about it. He certainly didn’t remember it feeling so...incredible. So addicting. Already he needed more.
Chloe had to be an enchantress. Or perhaps the succubus had some pheromone she
secreted to lure men. Either way, he was done with it. Completely. Though, as he released the emergency lock, he couldn’t think of one damned reason why. For a mere moment, he
entertained the thought of just taking her as she wanted, as often as she wanted, even more. His heart raced not in excitement at the thought, but in fear. Somehow he just knew. He knew that if he let himself be with her, it would all happen again. Just like with Maria.
Two slender arms wrapped around his stomach. The warm press at his back felt good, so he pulled her off him and backed against the wall so she couldn’t touch him. She smiled at him like she knew exactly what he was thinking and stood opposite him, leaning casually against the elevator. Inside he chuckled at her obvious mockery. She was tough to stand up to him as she did, to attempt things with him that no one else dared. She was also foolish.
Her smile could start an entire war, inspire a mysterious painting. It somehow managed to say everything and nothing about her all at the same time. The curious part of him desired to learn those secrets. Every intimate one of them.
His eyes flickered briefly over her jeans. He told himself it was to make sure she put them on properly because he didn’t want the guards to see her for modesty sakes. It was a lie he wouldn’t admit to if his enemies were torturing him.
The doors pinged and they both stepped into a lobby of grinning men. Tyrian’s blood chilled, his skin pulled tight as he remembered why this had been a terrible idea. Before he’d been in a sex-induced haze thanks to the damned enchantress.
Cameras, this building had lots of them everywhere, including in the elevator. Tyrian grabbed Chloe’s hand, ignoring her startled look, and dragged her out of the building and away from the sound of masculine laughter.
Chapter Seventeen
Chloe sighed in frustration. They’d been walking forever. Really couldn’t he just go get a car or something? Sure it was about 6 in the morning and all the lots were closed and probably rental places too, but come on, how about a taxi or something?
Her calves and thighs burned and she was already starting to feel edgy again from the new moon. Though it didn’t help that every other second she was replaying the elevator sex in her head. God, now that’s what she wanted. Tyrian, untamed and wild. When the man lost his cool, he was a force to be reckoned with.
He’d gone between her legs and done something so devastating with his mouth she
hadn’t known what to say, or strangely, to do with her hands. Eventually, she’d satisfied herself by grabbing his hair even though she’d pull some of it out of the tie. When they’d left the elevator, he’d looked like a mad man with his hair half a mess.
Was the passion she glimpsed in him something he used to have? She could easily see him as he’d been in the painting. A simple, pleased smile on his lips, a glint of warmth in his eyes.
It was amazing how much things could change in such a short amount of time. Just last month she was burying her father with her sisters. He’d died so suddenly. At first, none of them could believe it. He’d lived to be over a thousand years old, a massive lifetime, and yet he didn’t find anyone he wanted to mate with until he met Lauren Dupree.
After he mated with their mother, who disappeared not long after giving birth to Lily, he was heartbroken. Neither Chloe nor her sisters remembered anything about their mother. Willow insisted on calling her an “egg-donor.”
Chloe couldn’t say she blamed her. Papa hired everyone imaginable up until the day he died to try to discover what had happened to her. Did she run away from him? Did she die? He always did say she was a fickle, flighty woman, course he said he loved that about her. Her unexpectedness kept his boring butt on his toes.
Now Chloe only had stories about her mother and a few pictures of her back home. When she was young, she desperately wanted to find her mother, to get to know her. But as she grew older and her mother never came home with open arms, Chloe distanced herself from the prospect. Now she could shrug at the whole matter and honestly didn’t care that she never had a mother in her life, because she’d had one fantastic papa who more than made up for it.
Suddenly, she stepped on a rock and her ankle twisted the wrong way. Sharp pain shot up her leg. “Ow! That’s it. I’m done. Call a taxi because I’m not moving from this spot. I’m tired and dirty. We’ve been walking for hours and I miss my sisters. I need to call them and you haven’t even said a word to me since we left that blue-haired demon’s HQ.” A hot blush crept up her face and she almost looked away from him, but decided he deserved her hateful glare. He looked down at her ankle with little interest and nodded down the street.
“The hotel’s right there.” His stiff voice was back to being controlled. She wondered if she slapped him across the face would he even flinch. She was about to find out when he said,
“Do you need me to carry you the rest of the way?”
“No,” she said gruffly. Okay, it wasn’t particularly sweet what he said, but it warmed her anyways. Honestly the pain wasn’t that bad. She was just frustrated at this whole situation. As they reached the hotel, Chloe’s mood worsened. She’d hoped it’d at least be a Holiday Inn or something but, no, it was some rinky-dink hotel that’d probably make her feel dirtier going into than leaving.
Tyrian paid for the room which, of course, was the one at the very end of the complex.
He’d asked for a room ‘furthest from the office.’ Of course he’d prolong the walking torture.
When she finally got inside the room, she didn’t care that the carpet was fifty years old or that the room was muggy with humidity. She marched straight to the bathroom and turned the shower on. At least the water got hot, she thought.
She didn’t bother pulling the door closed, just stripped, and got into the steamy water.
She sighed as the hot water beat across her sore back and leg muscles. When the water ran cold, she rinsed off and got out. She dried her hair and wrapped a white towel around herself as she left the bathroom.
Tyrian was talking on a cell phone. She didn’t even know he had one. It was odd, but seeing him use a piece of modern technology was just...weird. He should be holding a sword or a mighty hammer in one hand with a goblet of mead in the other. Especially with that jagged scar across his cheek, he looked every bit the old-time warrior. Course, an old warrior probably wouldn’t hesitate to ravage her like she wanted.
The new moon cycle only lasted for about three days. Soon the moon would be filling brightly again in the sky, and Tyrian wouldn’t have to help her with her little “problem.” She stared at the hard muscles of his shoulders, back and legs, which she’d felt the strength in as he thrust inside her. The man was a machine. And he wouldn’t touch her once her new moon was gone.
What would happen to her after her moon cycle was over and she reached full sexual
maturity? From then on she’d require sex every day, just like a human does with food, or a vampire with blood. Her eyes widened as a realization hit her. Who would feed the vampire? He finished with some businessy conversation on the phone and closed it.
“Tyrian?” She bit her lip, excitement making her heart race. She loved trying new things, and this particular thing she really wanted to try.
“What?”
She thought for a moment on how best to approach this subject and decided to go
outrageous since that always seemed to work with him. Dropping the towel to the floor, she walked to him.
He heard her coming and turned to her. Chloe smiled when his eyes widened and the
barest of flushes graced his cheeks. He was the biggest ego stroke she’d ever had in her whole life. With one simple look, a look that he was obviously trying not to show, he managed to make her feel like an irresistible goddess. As if he had to steel himself just to deal with her. God did she love it.
She stopped in front of him and pressed her palm against his chest. Encouraged when he didn’t pull away, she pressed the other against his heart. Was she finally making leeway with the vampire commander?
“I want to feed you.” His lip twitched and he looked back out the window.
“No. Come on,” he said. Not bothering to wait for her, he grabbed her by the hand and took her into the bathroom. He paused then said, “Stay in here while I shower.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s not a problem.”
His words were icy cold when he said, “This isn’t for fun. In case something happens, I want you near me.” Chloe sent him a saucy wink and leaned against the sink. His eyes flicked over her hard nipples before he dragged his gaze away and undressed in quick movements.
“Don’t rush, baby. Go slow. Tease me. Mmm, yeah. Just like that.” He kicked off his boots and glared at her, his icy eyes glittering. She smiled and hopped up onto the sink counter for a better view. “You have one delicious body, Ty.” He reached for the tie holding his hair and released it. Black hair spilled out across the breadth of his shoulders.
His body didn’t look baby soft or even smooth, for that matter. He had a variety of scars from his arms all the way down to his calves. Some were small gashes like thin cuts and others were deeper, wider and were probably once very nasty. A light dusting of black hair covered his stomach but did nothing to hide the hard muscles he kept there.
He turned his back to her and in full light, she finally got to see that strange tattoo again.
He got into the shower and closed the glass door with a bang.
“Tell me about the tattoo.”
He started soaping himself and said, “No.”
Undeterred Chloe said, “Either tell me about the tattoo or tell me about your family. I’d prefer to know it all but I’m nice and will let you get away with just one for now.”
“No.”
“If you don’t,” she rushed to think of something, anything that she could use as leverage,
“then I’ll sleep with Draven, Rayn, and Henry. I mean it. I will. Maybe even at the same time.
And you know they will. Don’t push me on this because I know that somewhere deep inside you, you really don’t want that.”
Silence greeted her except for the water sloshing as he created suds and lathered them over his arms and chest. Her stomach tightened at the sight and she really, really wished he’d go slower.
“Papa raised us different than other succubus families. He didn’t believe that the man needed to be head of household or that he had any right to decide whom his daughters should love or be with. My sisters and I respected that, especially as we got older and really understood what it took for him to do that. Some families ostracized us, criticized my father for breaking the time-honored tradition of creating submissive women. Ha, it was a joke,” she said. Tyrian had slowed his motions and she knew he was listening.
“Other daughters and even a few mother’s we’d see on occasion secretly told us how
incredible it was that our father was letting us choose who we’d have at the time of our new moon. You have to understand that knowing one day you could die if you don’t have sex, sounds crazy, even to a young succubus’ ears. You know it’s going to happen but it doesn’t make it any easier.”
“But Francis left you to me anyway,” Tyrian said.
“Yes, and I don’t know why. He never mentioned it to my sisters or me. He spent our whole lives making us independent from men. He told us we could choose whom we wanted to mate with, who we wanted to become our Protectors. Then he died so suddenly,” she stopped speaking, her voice clouding with grief.
Looking away, she blinked away the tears. “I loved him so much, you know. And the one thing I’ll always remember about him, the one thing he stood for, ended up being a lie when he died. He wrote away his daughters to three unfamiliar, strange men as the last thing he did. He left me to you.”
She took a ragged breath and looked back over at him. He had his hands planted on the shower wall, his head bowed as water poured over the long lean muscles of his back and legs.
After what seemed like minutes passing, he spoke. His words were carefully chosen as if it was difficult for him to speak about it. His words were icy in their control.
“I was raised in a vampire clan near what is now Hungary. Only certain men, and
occasionally strong women, were trained to become warriors. Everyone had their place in the clan. Some were workers who made clothes or weapons. Others were frimars respected highly among all.” Chloe’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping in shock that he was actually telling her about his past.
“We warriors trained every day. No matter rain, snow, or storm, day or night, we were constantly tested, always fighting. It hardened us, made us good fighters.” He rolled his neck back so the water streamed in rivulets over his face. When he spoke again, his words were muffled from the water. “The seal of my clan was the crow. Crows are intelligent creatures.
Myths from my clan said the crow was a clever hunter. It would plan before it fought, then attack and kill its prey swiftly. This was what we were taught.”
“So they tattooed the crow on your back?”
His back stiffened and she wondered if he remembered getting it. How painful was it?
“All the warriors have one. It was a great ceremony, a proud celebration to receive the brand. You were not allowed to shed a tear or cry out as it was done or else you would shame your family and the clan. It was the last step to becoming a full warrior.”
Chloe looked at the etched pattern of short and longer lines that formed the pattern of the crow. “It’s not like any tattoo I’ve ever seen,” she admitted. “How was it done?” His fingers reached back as if to touch the marking, but then he pulled away.
“A very sharp knife. You laid on your stomach. One person specialized in creating the brand. He sharpened the blade for hours until it was perfect, then as everyone gathered around, he started cutting.”
Chloe grimaced at the sheer size of the brand. It covered him from each shoulder blade and down nearly to his waist. It must have taken quite some time to do that with such meticulous, straight cuts.
“Do vampires not regenerate skin back?”
He grabbed the soap and lathered the rest of his body before answering. “We do but not very quickly. Within a few days or even a week depending on how bad the injury is.”
“How did they get the crow brand to stay, because it’s not very deep looking. Wouldn’t it have fixed itself?”
He shook his head. “After the final cuts are made, the blood is rinsed off with water, then dried. The salt is the final test. If you cry out, then they will clean off the salt. Your skin will grow back and you will not be a warrior. They pack the salt on it in heavy clumps.”
“You never made a sound,” Chloe said in wonder. He shut the shower off and stepped
out. He wasn’t modest about his nudity but grabbed a towel from the wrack and wrapped it around his waist. He started past her, but Chloe grabbed his shoulders.
She gasped. “You’re cold! You took a freezing cold shower this whole time? You are
such a bastard.”
He flashed her an angry look. “Excuse me?”
Chloe shook her head at him quickly hopped onto him from the sink, wrapping her arms and legs around his icy cold skin.
“Shit, baby,” she said, her teeth chattering.
“God dammit let go of me, Chloe.” He tried to push her away but she locked her ankles together.
“Not until you’re warm. Besides, I like this.”
He took a deep, angry breath, then marched out the room with her on him. Chloe grinned when he started pulling back the bed covers. He sat down and pulled them both under.
“You’re really sweet sometimes, you know.”
“I am your Protector. It’s my duty to see to your comfort.”
Chloe burst out laughing and pressed kisses over the stubble on his jaw. She pulled back and looked at his scar. His eyes watched her, but she ignored him. The growth of beard coming in spread over his neck, chin, and jaw but not in the crevice of his scar, making it stand out even more.
“How did you get it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does,” she insisted.
“Why?” He sounded sincerely confused.
“Because I want to know.” His skin was warming up nicely against hers, making her feel all kinds of sexy.
“In the Great War, I was fighting a group of demons and another came up on me by
surprise. His sword flew at my neck and I never saw it coming. Francis kicked the demon back and killed him. The blade only nicked my skin.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped. “Francis as in Frank Bellum? My Papa? He saved your life in the war?” Tyrian shifted his eyes away looking uncomfortable. “Oh my God, that’s the debt you owe him, isn’t it?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.
In her excitement, Chloe wiggled her hips against him and felt an unmistakable, hard press. Her eyes popped open and she looked down between their bodies to find his cock a massive pole between them.
“Oh, baby, why didn’t you say so? she purred.
“No,” he said, already denying her. His hands grabbed her hips and started pushing her to the side.
Chloe squealed with laughter as she fought against him. She ended up on top of him. She didn’t waste any time placing her hips in just the perfect way, then quickly pushed down on him.
He entered through her soft wet pussy on a hot, hard glide. His hands stopped pushing her away and instead held her there, his hands gripping and squeezing her.
“Wow, it feels...different like this,” she said, her voice breathy. Chloe leaned onto his chest and watched as pleasure tightened his face, made his breathing labored. “I didn’t know.”
She lifted herself partway then lowered. The motions were shallow but repeatedly hit her in some deep spot that drenched her in pleasure. “Tyrian,” she gasped.
His hips started pumping then, working his length into her with a vigorous passion that stole her breath away and left her gasping. His hands curved around to her bottom and urged her faster against him.
Oh God, it was so good. She couldn’t breathe fast enough. He was so deep inside her.
Every downward push pressed her core against him and threatened to send her toppling over.
“Chloe,” he said, his voice hoarse and hot. Chloe’s eyes fluttered open to see him staring with hunger at her breasts bobbing near his face. “Bring them to me.” She was mindless with pleasure as she leaned forward and brought her breast to his mouth.
He made a growling noise, then her breast was in his mouth. One hand came up to
squeeze it, putting delicious pressure on it so that he could suck her nipple into his hot mouth.
His raspy tongue circled her nipple then rubbed over it again and again.
Chloe’s rush to release came swiftly. Her body came to a boil, blood rushing like a waterfall through her body. She threw back her head and screamed as his thrusts became faster, harder inside her. He kept going, sucking as her body quivered and jerked against him, her breaths sawing in and out.
Suddenly he pulled his mouth away from her breast, tugged her head to the side. She had only a glimpse of sharp, white fangs before they sunk into her neck. Instant heat built at her neck and pleasure again built in her sex as he thrust faster, sliding in and out of her wet core. He drank from her with greedy pulls, his tongue licking at her with swipes.
Languid euphoria swept through her like a fog, closed her thoughts off to everything but the next climax rushing inside her. She concentrated on the feel of him tunneling inside her so thick and long. Each drugging pull at her neck, brought her closer, but it wasn’t until she felt him become lost that she finally came apart.
She felt the change in him, like a switch being thrown. His mouth firmly latched onto her neck with a growl and he sucked hard as he started pumping faster. Her tissues tingled, his cock landed against that spot so deep inside her. He let out a half-shout against her neck.
Hearing him lost sent her body shooting apart like a supernova. Her arms came around his shoulders to hold onto something from this earth as she screamed with the force of her release. He didn’t stop growling. She felt him shooting inside her even as he continued to thrust over and again.
She heard something and realized she was chanting his name. He slowed his thrusts to a lazy rock then pulled away from her neck. Chloe followed his head down to the pillow, kissing his wet lips. His hands came up to her face, cradling her as he kissed her back. A warm, satisfied feeling settled in her heart, made it feel bigger, happier than usual. Even as it terrified her, she reveled in it.
He pulled back and looked at her, his eyes tracing over her features then down to her neck. His eyes pulled tight and then he was pushing her aside and heading for the bathroom.
“What’s wrong now?” He didn’t answer but he did close the bathroom door. Sighing, she tampered down the anger, not wanting to ruin the incredible, floating feeling inside her. She closed her eyes, could smell his clean scent against the pillow, and quickly fell asleep.
