Текст книги "Chains of Frost"

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He tore his gaze away from her and cut Rayn a look that spoke volumes. The warrior

winced and quickly the room started to disappear. Chloe couldn’t have been happier as they appeared in front of the demon’s headquarters. She’d seriously needed that ego boost his jealousy just provided her.

As the guards escorted them to the elevator, Lily leaned close and whispered, “See, I told you.” They all sidled into the elevator and Chloe couldn’t keep from grabbing Tyrian’s hand and tugging on it.

He took a deep, long breath but looked down at her. She crooked her finger at him and hesitantly he leaned down. She met him by rising on her toes.

In the sexiest voice she could manage, she whispered into the shell of his ear, “I

remember your tongue licking my sex in this very spot, Tyrian. I remember the way you felt as you thrust inside me so hungrily. I wish we could do it all over again. Right now.”

He pulled back quickly, his eyes wide and a flush darkening his cheeks. Chloe looked down, saw the start of a bulge in his military-style black pants, and wanted to do a little cheer.

Instead, she blew him a kiss just as the doors dinged open.

The same two guards waited for them. Their eyes met Tyrian’s with a mixture of blatant hostility and fear.

“I hope we will not have the same problems we did last time,” Tyrian said.

The guards spoke into their mics and eventually nodded at them before leading them

down the hall. They went into the demon’s office, but the demon was nowhere to be seen.

“He’ll be right with you,” one of the guards said. Lily’s eyes were wide and bright with excitement. She ran over to the demon’s desk and sat on it, kicking her legs back and forth as she looked over the papers and things on his desk.

“Lily, what are you doing?” Chloe whispered furiously.

Lily smiled and waved her off. “Demons have an incredible sense of smell or so I hear. I just want him to get a good long scent of mine.” She hopped down and sat in his chair, sliding back and forth on the leather. She’d just hopped back onto his desk and started reading through his papers when a side door opened and the demon came in.

His gaze locked on Lily like a sniper. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Who are you?” Lily smiled at him, which seemed to completely unfaze him as he stalked towards her.

“Get off my desk.”

Lily hopped off but grabbed his hand and lifted it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Telal Demuzi. I must say I hate that you’re into weapons manufacturing but all of your other work has seriously impressed me.” She brought his golden-skinned hand up to her face and then licked his palm. His eyes flared huge and he viciously yanked his hand back. He backed her into his desk, her thighs hitting it and stopping her. He crowded her.

“I said, who the fuck are you?”

Chloe watched as Lily licked her lips in the sexiest way possible. The point of her tongue darted out and licked the top of her lip slowly, as if she was licking off the last bit of ice cream.

The demon’s golden eyes watched and if possible, grew brighter in the already well-lit room.

“Lily Bellum, animal lover, spiritualist, and all around demon lover.” The demon’s

nostrils flared. “I had no idea demons were so...big,” she said, her fingers climbing up the front of his chest. “I like,” she said, practically purring. The demon snatched her hand away and brushed her off him. He took a seat at his desk with a feral scowl on his face.

“Tyrian, let’s get to business. I don’t have time for silly women and games.”

“You heard him,” Lily said to Tyrian. “Chip chop.” She hopped onto Telal’s desk and smiled at him. “Your hair is beautiful. A luscious blue—my favorite color.” The demon’s jaw flexed side to side until Chloe heard it crack.

“Get off my desk.”

“No,” she said and swung her sandaled feet. Chloe couldn’t help but grin at her sister.

This poor demon. Once Lily set her mind on something, she didn’t stop until she got it. The Bellums were a tenacious bunch like that.

“What did you learn?” Tyrian asked.

The demon cast Lily a hard look then said, “The news isn’t good. The Bellum sisters chose possibly the worst location to perform a spell, especially to say the spell wrong,” he growled, cutting Lily a look.

Lily shrugged. “We chose the location for its magical properties.”

“That you did,” agreed the demon, “but you also cast the spell above the burial ground for one of the most dangerous demons in existence. Its name is Karr gh’elic Crumanja.

According to demonic lore, the demon was once normal but craved power. Using a mixture of dark magicks, it grew more powerful and more dangerous. It was killing demon women and children for sacrifices and black worship. Dozens of demons banded together to rid Karr from the earth.”

“They didn’t do a very good job,” Chloe noted.

Telal glared at her. “They did until three foolish women stepped onto his grounds and cast a summoning spell.”

“It wasn’t a summoning spell,” said Lily. “It was to keep you men away from us. We had every right.”

Telal leaned back in his chair and drummed his long fingers on his thighs. “You were wrong and it won’t stop until it dies or it kills her.” He looked pointedly at Chloe.

“How do I kill it?” Tyrian asked. The demon cracked his neck side to side.

“Not easily. As I said, it took dozens of demons fighting it to subdue it long enough to bind it magically. They put it in a cage and buried him deep within the earth, below the rift where only the idummi live.”

“Why didn’t they just kill it?” Chloe asked. Her stomach clenched in warning. She was feeling sicker by the minute. The same sick feeling she had when the demon climbed out of the ground and roared her name.

The demon leveled his bright amber eyes on her. “Because it can’t be killed. It’s too powerful and every moment it’s free, it will grow more so. We have no idea what it’s capable of at this point or what it’s even doing. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s trying to amass a new army already.”

“That’s not true,” Lily said. She hopped off the desk and closed the distance between her and the demon. He looked appalled and shocked that she’d do such a thing. But then she turned towards his desk, giving him her back. Her bare back. The demon’s eyes glowed brightly as his gaze wracked over her.

“You know nothing about it, lilit.”

“Au contraire, my soon-to-be demonic lover. It can be killed. I dreamt it. Chloe will cast a spell that puts the demon back into the earth.”

The demon stood and put some space between them. “Nonsense. Ridiculous. A dream?

You are just spouting lies now, lilit.”

“She is not lying,” Chloe said and took an aggressive step towards him. He cocked an eyebrow at her that said he wasn’t impressed. “Lily never lies. Her dreams have been known to come true. Lily, how do we get this spell so we can get it done?”

“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “I can do some research and write one up with you.”

“In English, please, I don’t want to summon anything else.” Lily giggled and perched herself back on the demon’s desk.

“You are on my work. Get off,” Telal said with barely controlled anger.

“Chloe and Lily, you will work on the spell immediately. If it works then we’ll kill the demon, set a trap for it. If not, we’ll wait until it attacks again. We don’t have the demonic magic to bind the demon. It will have to die,” Tyrian said.

“It’ll only amass a bigger army,” the demon warned.

“Let him.” Tyrian seemed completely unfazed at the thought, while Chloe couldn’t help the unsettling feeling sitting in her gut. “Let’s go.”

Lily whined but stalked to the demon. He took a step back and stared at her, astonished.

She whispered, but Chloe still made out the words. “I dreamt of us. Perhaps I’ll tell you all about it one day. I think you’d like it, Telal. Call me...anytime.” Then she walked away, grabbed Chloe by the hand, and they left.

“Let me guess,” Chloe said, “you like him.”

Lily fanned herself with a hand. “The demon is hot. Blue hair! And did you see his skin?

No wonder I was licking him everywhere in that dream. I’m ready to go back in there and—”

“Enough!” ordered Tyrian. Chloe couldn’t help but laugh as they climbed into the

elevator. Instantly she remembered what they’d done in this same elevator mere days ago. She looked up at Tyrian but he didn’t meet her gaze. Chloe sighed. Oh well. She would just pursue the commander later tonight. After all, she hadn’t put on this dress for nothing.

Rayn met them outside of the demon’s headquarters and warped them back to the castle.

Lily kissed her goodnight and said she was off to bed to dream of her demon. Rayn

drooled after her, and Chloe didn’t know what to do. Tyrian left quickly and soon she was standing in the room alone.

Lily’s words ran through her mind. Take a chance. Be brave. She hesitated for a moment, then stalked after him. He was not getting away from her tonight.

Chapter Twenty-two

Henry climbed out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He looked at his complexion in the mirror and noted how pale his skin was getting. He’d have to feed soon.

He didn’t keep a frimar as many of the warriors did. Some even shared their blood concubines. In return for their blood service, the women were gifted with fine luxuries like jewels and clothing. Henry had always thought it seemed very...mistress-ish. It was probably his demon side that made him think so since no one else seemed to feel the same way.

He also didn’t need blood as often as full-blooded vampires did. So when he did find himself needing, like he did now, he would usually go into town, find a dark-haired woman and charm her—one of his demonic gifts. As he sat on the edge of his bed and towel dried, he couldn’t help but feel dirty. It shamed him what he did.

That it was another he pictured while taking whichever female’s vein he’d chosen. But it was so easy to see her there, her beautiful dark skin waiting to be broken, waiting for him to sink his fangs into and suck.

He shuddered and gripped his cock that now stood like an erect flagpole between his legs.

“Shit.” He briefly considered jacking off but fuck that. He climbed under the bedsheets, but sleep eluded him as usual.

He stared at the ceiling as thoughts of her poured into his mind. They were sappy

thoughts too, like how he wished she’d accept his half-blooded arse and mate with him.

God, did he want her. He could have had her body by now, that he knew with the way

she’d pursued him lately. Damn if he didn’t want more, though. She’d never do it, and her brother would never allow it. He was a half-breed, a mutant, a mistake.

How he wished he were some man whore type like Draven or Rayn. Men who would

easily accept the luscious body offered to them eagerly. Henry couldn’t do it though. Not when he knew he cared for her on a much deeper level. He respected her too much, and he respected himself.

Being with her would be like jumping into a pit filled with spikes just ready to cut you.

The fall down would be exhilarating, a rush. A sweeping heart-pounding moment, but then he’d land and be screaming in agony. That’s what she would lead him to.

He scrubbed a hand across his face and stared at the alarm clock on his table. Had only five minutes passed? Shit. If he didn’t get his mind to slow down, he’d never get to sleep.

His cock was still a heavy, hard mass tenting the damn comforter. “Go away,” he

grumbled. “You can’t have her.” God, how many times had he wished things were different? He had no doubt that if he were a full-blooded vampire her brother would accept him with open arms. But now he was practically a contagious virus. Course, she was grown, logic argued. She could just choose him over her brother.

“Yeah, right. The last family she had living.” She wasn’t going to disobey his wishes anytime soon, if ever. So what was he holding his breath for? God. A fucking chance. He wanted her so badly he could practically taste it. He wanted to wake up next to her every damn day.

Wanted to give her his vein and have hers in return. He wanted to fill her with his child.

He growled viciously and slammed his fist into the bed. The spring coils groaned in protest.

Slowly, anger left him. Numbness filled him instead. It was the closest thing to tranquil he had. He closed his eyes and pictured another time, another place.

A time where he was a full-blooded vampire just like her. Where her brother pushed the match of them together, where she still looked at him with those sharp, sexy eyes. She’d be his, completely. He would finally be able to taste her dark golden skin, finally see the shape of her breasts and nipples.

She was curvy in places he wanted to bite with his teeth. Her breasts pushed flat against him when she pressed close. Was she larger and rounded, or smaller and pert? Would her nipples be dark like her lips? A gorgeous sun-kissed color that reminded him of pyramids and older times.

Damn, he was a pussy. And a masochist for even thinking such things.

Eventually his thoughts slowed, and his body relaxed. His eyes fluttered close and sleep finally came.

* * *

Movement brought Henry’s eyes blinking open in the dark room. His night vision quickly triggered to accompany the dark environment. He cursed as his eyes locked on the source that woke him up. Nanu, beautiful and looking unsure, sat on the other side of the bed.

“What are you doing here?” His first reaction was that something was wrong. “Are you sick?” As she turned to look at him in the dark, her eyes bright and clear, he knew she wasn’t sick and he was in trouble.

“No, I’m not sick. I came to talk.”

Yeah, right. Henry checked the time to be hours after midnight. “At three in the morning?

Can’t it wait? I just finally got to sleep a little while ago,” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face. He pulled himself to a sitting position in the bed and pondered how he could get away from her since he was literally naked under the sheets.

“No, I’m sorry, it can’t.”

Sighing, he said, “Then say what it is and get out.” She took a deep breath then faced him on the bed, one leg dangling off.

“I want you so badly, Henry. Tonight I couldn’t even sleep. I just lay in bed thinking of you, wishing that I’ll hear a knock on my door and it’ll be you there. Do you know what that’s like?” she asked, yearning in her voice. Henry could have laughed.

“Yeah, I’m well aware of what that’s like, Nanu. I live it every single day.”

“Then why won’t you let us be together?” she said, almost shouting in her frustration.

“You know why. You know what I want. I want you. Completely, totally, mated.”

She gasped, her eyes widening.

“And you know that your brother will never allow it. Hell, that doesn’t bother me as much the fact that you wouldn’t fight for me, Nanu. I have just enough self-respect to want that.

To want a woman who loves me back, who wants me as much as I do her.” Henry couldn’t stand it anymore and threw back the covers, stalking naked to his dresser to pull on some shorts. He heard the bed dip as she stood.

“That’s not fair! I don’t see you pushing my brother, fighting with him to win me. You walk out of the room every time he’s near.” Henry jerked as if she’d slapped him. His mind quickly tried to deny it, but he couldn’t. She was right. He spun around.

“Fine. I’d do more than fight for you, but I won’t fuck you and leave it at that. I can’t. I want you, the whole you, in my bed every single night, waking up next to me, sleeping against me. I want to share my vein with you and take yours. I want a mate, Nanu. I want you.”

Nanu was breathing hard, her hand clutching near her throat. “You...you really mean that?” He nodded once, gravelly. Henry couldn’t look at her. He felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. He waited for her to say something, to do something, and it was the worst torture.

“I-I want that too.”

Henry glared at her. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t play games, Nanu. If you say something like that you better mean it one-thousand fucking percent or you can go find the door.”

She was shaking like a damned leaf, standing next to his bed wearing some kind of robe.

She shook her head, nodding. “I mean it so much, Henry. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve wanted all those same things.”

His heart soared but his mind made him ask. “You have? Then why haven’t you told your brother to let you see me? And why are you shaking like you’re freezing cold?” he asked harshly. She pulled the collar of her robe closer.

“You have no idea what he’s like. Ever since I was young, he said he’d help me to choose the right mate. After my parents died, he was all I had left. I’d never wish to disrespect him. I love him dearly and I know he only thinks he’s doing what’s best. What my parents would have wanted. And I’m shaking because I’ve n-never been so nervous in all my life.”

In a second, Henry went to her and wrapped her in his arms. He rubbed her back in

circles until she finally stopped shaking against him. God, she felt good there. Like they were made to fit against each other just like this.

He kissed her hair. “Are you sure?” Please be. Don’t break me, he pleaded.

She nodded against him and looked up at him with watery eyes. “Yes, I’m sure, Henry. I can’t be away from you any longer.” Henry wiped her tears away, then, unable to hold back any longer, leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss rocked him to his very soul. She made a soft sound in her throat, then clutched him closer. He was in heaven. He pulled his mouth away to bury his face in her ear. She smelled like lavender, like she always did.

“Is this a dream?” he asked hoarsely. Her hands gripped the skin of his back, nails digging in—a reminder of the present.

“No, my love. This is real.”

“Nanu,” he whispered, then lost himself in her.

Everything was hazy as he took her lips, tasted the skin at her neck. He dropped the robe from off her shoulders. His pupils dilated, taking in every inch of creamy dark skin. He pressed his palm over her shoulder and merely gazed at their differences.

“You’re so beautiful.” She tucked her head against his chest. “Don’t be shy, Nanu. I’ve wanted to see you for so long.” His voice was ragged with its intensity. When she looked back up at him, fire was in her eyes. Fire and desire.

She stepped back from him, and his eyes dipped down over her body. “You wore nothing here but that robe?” he somehow managed to ask over his tight throat.

She smiled, and it was the smile of a seductress. She moved back onto the bed and sat up on it. He wished he had white sheets and not dark ones because wanted to see her contrasted against it. She crooked her finger at him and he followed like a puppy dog.

“Can I turn the light on?” He wanted to see her in the light. His night vision was great, but he wanted to finally see the color of her nipples, the apex of her sex. When she nodded, he flipped on a lamp and felt the floor drop out from him.

Perfection. Her hips flared out to rounded thighs that he wanted to squeeze and thrust between. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, feeling heavier and harder than it ever had.

Her slender neck curved down to breasts that were beyond anything he’d ever pictured. And he’d imagined them a lot.

She leaned back on her elbows and gave him a come-hither look. He did. He was hers to command. He came forward but couldn’t bring himself to touch her. It was too surreal. This couldn’t really be happening. Her soft hand grabbed his, spread his clenched fingers open, then pressed it against the soft mound of her breast.

His breathing deepened as he felt her beaded nipple scrape against his palm. Her breasts were plump and generous but not too much so. As he cupped her breasts, she spilled out from the top of his hand. He wiped his free hand across his mouth to ensure he wasn’t drooling.

“You’re lovely,” he said, his voice hoarse. Her nipples were the color of milk chocolate surrounded by gold. Her hand fisted the band of his shorts and pulled him close. He went. When his mouth found the hard peak of her nipple, it was bliss.

Her hands sifted through his hair, holding him close, and he’d never been happier. He circled her areola, tugging on her nipple with his teeth, his lips. He brought his hand into the mix and gently squeezed the soft flesh.

“Oh, Henry,” she sighed. Burning desire flooded his veins and soon he moved to her

other breast flicking and tasting her, drawing her harder into his mouth until she was gasping, arching towards him.

Breathing hard, he pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were dazed and a flush crept over her chest and cheeks. He wanted to pull his shorts down now and take her. He wanted to take her in every way imaginable, every way possible. But he couldn’t do that to her now. He had to go slowly and gently.

She lay back on the bed and spread her knees to him, her toes just brushing the edge of the bed. His hand shook as he touched her thigh. His eyes landed on her sex and wouldn’t leave.

He couldn’t bring himself to look away.

“I need to taste you there,” he said roughly. He didn’t know if she nodded or shook her head no, but he was going to do it anyway. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her close. She squealed and let out a giggle that almost made him smile.

Her sex had a thin strip of hair that traveled from the top of her sex up. The rest of her was bare smooth. She was flushed and wet, and Henry couldn’t keep himself away any longer.

He covered her with his hand, stroked the bare skin with the tips of his fingers.

“Amazing,” he said. In all his dreams, all his imagination, he’d never pictured this. This was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He stroked the thin line of hair as his other hand massaged her inner thigh. His life couldn’t get better. His cock throbbed, the tip leaking. It argued it would be better if you just got inside her. Be patient, he growled.

Leaning forward, he pressed his cheek against her smooth sex. She smelled rich like the sexiest thing on earth. His mouth actually watered and he couldn’t wait anymore or he’d come in his shorts.

His tongue darted out at the tip of her sex. He parted her lips open, then pressed down through them. He heard her breathing falter and wished he could make himself open his eyes to watch her face. He couldn’t. He had to savor this first time, the first taste. He found her tight slit and pushed inside with his tongue. Creamy honey coated him and he groaned, his balls drawing up even harder.

He flattened his tongue and licked her from her opening up, over and over, until her hands were gripping the bedsheets and her hips were arching towards him. Only then did he spread her lips with his tongue and suckle her bud with quick flicks.

She howled like a wolf to the moon, her back bowing off the bed. Her feet went around his shoulders and pushed him even closer. He could have smiled he loved it so much.

He never relented. He thrashed his tongue against her with flicks that he’d imagined doing hundreds of times before. This was so much better than any dream.

Her thigh started quivering in his hand. He rubbed her gently to soothe her and knew she was coming soon. There was one last thing he needed to do, to feel. He pressed a finger to her wet opening and pushed inside.

They both moaned at the same time. She was hot, soft, wet. She closed around his finger in the best of ways. He pumped it inside her, nearly coming as he felt her muscles quivering around him.

She panted, moaned, and whispered his name as a ragged plea as she flew apart. Henry licked her faster, pumped his finger inside her as she shuddered hard against him, hips pumping wildly against his mouth.

When she finally settled down, breathing hard, he pulled his wet finger out and licked up her essence. Her legs fell loosely to the sides as he stood. His legs were shaking, his eyes hooded as he looked at her. She had a smile on her face and her body looked like she couldn’t lift her arm if she wanted to. After a moment, she turned to him with that smile.

“Come here,” she said and parted her legs for him. It was a dream come true, but Henry hesitated.

“I wouldn’t last a heartbeat. I can’t have our first union cut so short. I’ll go the bathroom and take care of this and be right back.” Nanu sat up, her eyes sparkling but clear.

“No, you don’t,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’ll take care of it for you. I’m your woman now.” Henry’s stomach flexed hard, but because of her words or her touch, he didn’t know. She slithered to the floor before him. Her touch burned him, grabbed his hard waist then gripped the band of his shorts and tugged.

“Wait,” he said, his hand stopping her. The thought of her on her knees on the floor before him...he didn’t like it. “Don’t do this.” Even though the thought of her mouth sucking him deep made breathing difficult.

“Henry, I want to. Please let me.” She rubbed her cheek back and forth across his

straining erection and he bit his lip to keep from doing something crazy. Like whipping it out himself.

Slowly, hesitantly, he nodded.

She practically glowed as she tugged his shorts down. They dropped heavily around his feet. His cock fell forward and landed against her cheek. She smiled and wrapped her hand around him. The pressure was soft but so damned good.

“Don’t be nervous. Just let me pleasure you.” She kissed the tip of him then stroked him, rubbing the skin around his cock back and forth. He couldn’t stop the groan that left him. His hand curled around her slender shoulder and if not for her there, he would have fallen and embarrassed the hell out of himself.

“I like the way you feel. So hard and rigid but like soft velvet on the outside. I can’t wait to feel you slide inside me, Henry.” Her tongue wet the tip and then her wet mouth swallowed him.

He nearly lost it right there. His fangs dropped, throbbing. He bit into his bottom lip to ease some of the pressure in his loins. She pulled back and sucked him, her tongue rubbing against him. When she came back down him again, it was pure torture. Her hot, wet mouth sucked him again and again, her hand fisted his cock and pumped him in the slightest of motions.

He had to unclench his hand from her shoulder, too afraid he’d hurt her. She sucked him faster, her eyes closed, soft moans leaving her throat. Henry panted, his chest burning, heart thundering.

She laved her tongue against him and took him deep into her throat until he was hitting it the back of it. “Stop,” he said raggedly. “Please, stop. I can’t. I’m going to—”

Hot liquid boiled in his balls shot up to his cock ready to burst. His legs stiffened, ass clenching, breaths exploding from him. “Nanu, pull away!” She didn’t. Her hands cupped his ass, and she took him as deeply as she could.

He couldn’t stop the hard, hot pulses as he came, couldn’t stop the harsh shout that left his throat. His hips jerked against her mouth and her tongue coaxed every drop of come from him until he was shaking in front of her like a damned leaf. She pulled back, his cock making a wet popping sound as he did. She ran her hands up his body as she stood, the smile of a seductress on her mouth.

“As soon as you’re ready again, I’m ready to feel you inside me, Henry.”

Henry pulled her close and kissed her. Kissed the woman he loved, the woman of his

dreams.