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Chains of Frost
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Chapter Twenty-four

Chloe awoke to the most incredible sensation. Wet licks of heat around her sex, her bud.

She blinked her eyes open against the morning light streaming into the bedroom.

Her eyes strayed down and found the most gorgeous head tasting her between her thighs.

“Tyrian.” His eyes met hers, sky blue and bright with heat. Startled, unsure what to say, she lay back down on the bed and gently arched towards him. His arms were banded across her waist, one hand stroking a breast lazily.

Hot kisses trailed over her sex, her inner thigh. “I woke up and had to taste you again.

You’re intoxicating. The way you feel as you push against me, trembling and shaking, your moans caress me until I want to taste you again and again.”

Chloe did tremble at his words. His tongue spread her lips open then suckled her bud into his mouth. Moans tore from her throat. Breathing became difficult as pleasure seeped from her pores, saturating the air with scent of passion and sex.

His tongue was magic, flicking, and darting across her small expanse of needy tissue with a passion that was quickly about to break her. The hand on her breast squeezed roughly, puckering her nipple into a point, then rubbing it relentlessly.

Chloe’s heart thundered in her ears, her breathing loud in the quiet room. She cried out with the beginnings of an intense release. She couldn’t stop the avalanche that swept through her.

She was caught in his touch, in the blinding pleasure that closed everything off from the world except for the two of them in this moment.

Arching her back off the bed, she screamed. Hard, wrenching shudders broke through

her, her sex flooded with wet heat and it went on and on.

His mouth eased away from her slowly as if hesitant to break apart. She watched his expression, seeing the mixture of hazy pleasure, pride, and arousal that saturated his features.

Pulling her knees wide, she thrust her hips at him meaningfully.

“No, it’s too much. It’s too soon for you.” His voice was ragged like sandpaper. The gift he’d just bestowed upon her made her giddy and ridiculously happy. She wanted to return the favor. Wanted to show him how much his blatant sexual generosity pleased her.

So she tackled him. He fell back on the bed, his arms coming around her back easily. She couldn’t keep herself from kissing him. From tasting her own essence mixed with the masculine taste of his tongue. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit the meaty length of it. A sharp spank landed on her ass.

Gasping, she arched against him. “Tyrian, I never knew you were so kinky.” He smiled at her. A genuine, happy smile that made her toes curl, her heart nearly burst from her chest.

“There are things you don’t know about me.”

She arched a brow at his superior tone. “Well, we’ll just have to rectify that, won’t we?”

She laughed at his grimace then began sliding down his body.

He grabbed her arms to stop her. “What are you doing?” She sent him a wicked smile and kissed one peck and then the other.

“Making love to you.”

“No,” he said.

“Why not?” she asked innocently. His hands released her and she kissed first one nipple then the other before kissing her way down the middle of his chest.

“Because I was rough last night. You must be sore.” He sounded angry with himself.

Chloe leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to his mouth.

“I loved last night. I love all the times we’re together. I haven’t once been sore. Well maybe a wee bit after the very first time.”

His eyes held a flicker of disbelief. “I was too rough then and I was before. You don’t need that.” Chloe laughed at him and continued kissing down his chest.

“Why don’t you stop thinking about what I need and listen to my words.” She dipped her tongue over the hard bands of muscles in his abdomen, kissing each of the bunched muscles with reverence.

“When you’re taking me, with all that fiery passion you have inside you, I come harder than I have in my whole life.” His cock pushed eagerly against her stomach at her words. His eyes darkened like clouds blanketing the moon. “I love your body. You’re so hard and strong.”

“Chloe,” he rasped, his fingers curling around her shoulders. She slithered further down his body, kissing each of the bones at his hips, the dip in his belly, the tops of his hairy thighs.

Chloe pulled back and eyed his shaft. It was hard steel covered in hot velvet. She fisted him gently, stroking him, learning him. He tensed, his eyes dark with arousal, his cheeks flushed with color.

Chloe felt something come over her. Some temptress that wanted to bring this man to his knees with pleasure.

He was so wide in her hand, her fingers barely met. As she squeezed him and dragged her hand up to the head, a drop of semen beaded. Suddenly, she had to know what it tasted like.

Her tongue darted out to lick the drop away. Her eyes hooded at the taste, salty and masculine. She sucked the head of him into her mouth, rubbing her tongue along the soft, pliable skin, feeling the hard steel of him underneath. The hands on her shoulders pulled her, urged her down. She went.

He was so long there was no way she could fit him in her mouth. It made something deep in her sex pulse with need. She took him as far as she could and held him there, her hand squeezing and pumping the rest of his shaft. He stuffed her full, wide, and deep.

“Chloe,” he said raggedly. His cock pulsed in her mouth as if it had its own rapid

heartbeat.

The sharp rap on the door brought Tyrian to a sitting position. “What?” he shouted.

Chloe recognized Rayn’s voice. “Commander, we have news on the demon. You might

want to hear this.” Tyrian did something that surprised Chloe to her core.

“Later!” he shouted, then lay back on the bed, thrusting inside the wet, suctioning heat of her mouth.

Chloe smiled at him, pulling away to rub his wet cock. Her body was heating all over like a heater was warming her. The way he looked in her hand, the way he writhed and grimaced in agony below her. She had the power of this great commander, and she loved it.

“Take me in your mouth, Chloe.” It wasn’t a request.

Ever the servant, she obeyed. She sucked him deep, licking and bobbing her head over his shaft as her hand worked below. One hand curled tightly into her hair and her pussy flooded with liquid heat. To see him losing control was the sexiest thing in the world.

His hips thrust against her mouth, pushing him an extra inch inside her. The thrusts grew faster, her hand pumped harder, quicker. She sucked him deep and felt him swell in her mouth, pressing her lips wider.

Groans passed through his throat, tantalizing her senses. His hand pressed her closer and she knew he was so close. She did everything she could, sucking hard and squeezing him, dying to know what it felt like, what he tasted like.

Then he held her down, his cock twitching in her mouth as semen surged in her mouth.

She swallowed the hot salty liquid, moaning with him. She drank every drop, before slowly pulling her mouth away.

Her lips tingled and her jaw was a little sore but it was worth the look on his face. Utterly relaxed, completely satisfied.

“Chloe...”

“You can say it, I’m awesome.”

He started choking, then it turned into a bellowing laugh. The sound curled her toes, made her lift her chin a little higher. He looked at her with something akin to amazement.

Something unrecognizable flickered across his face.

“I have to go see to Rayn.” He got up and started pulling on clothes. Chloe watched him with a small smile on her face.

When he was finished, he stopped in front of her. With a look so serious it scared her he said, “You’re either the best thing that has happened in my life or the worst. For both our sakes, I hope it’s not the latter.”

He curled his hand around the back of her head and brought her up to meet his kiss. It was passionate, searing in its intensity.

Chloe watched him go and felt a heavy seeping feeling fill her gut. She rubbed it, but knew she stood no chance of it going away. Something bad was coming. And soon.

Chapter Twenty-five

Later that day, Chloe was lounging in the great room with Lily.

They’d chatted about their Protectors and about Papa and this completely crazy situation.

Chloe hadn’t seen Tyrian but she knew he was busy. Lily’d said she had an idea for a spell and a potion for that matter.

“What kind of potion?”

Lily opened her case. It was a big, old-fashioned apothecary’s case where she kept herbs, flasks, and other crafting materials.

“I want to ensure that we’ll vanquish the demon. So while reciting the spell we’re about to make, you’re going to chant the spell over and over then throw the liquid on the demon.”

Chloe sat up straight. “You want me to get close to it? I can’t do that.”

“Well you don’t have to. Consider this a backup plan in case everything goes wrong and it does get near you. Then you can feel extra safe.” Lily talked about the great demon monster getting close to her as if she already knew it would.

“Did you see that in a dream, Lily?”

“No, not that.” Sighing, Chloe relaxed back into her seat only to bolt back up.

“Wait, what did you see then?”

Lily sighed, her mouth pulling into a frown. Chloe recognized that look. It meant danger.

“What is it?”

“You really don’t want to know,” she insisted.

“Oh screw that, I really want to know! Tell me, Lily. Is it really bad?” Was it the reason her gut had been feeling worse and worse lately?

Lily began meticulously sorting her ingredients out before her. Sighing heavily, she finally said, “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you...I saw Tyrian drinking from some aristo looking lady.”

Chloe didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worse. “When?” Lily gave her a look and Chloe grimaced. She knew Lily had no way of knowing the time that anything happened in her dreams.

“Tyrian had a frimar. I think I convinced him last night, though, to stop seeing her.” She was pretty damn sure actually. She couldn’t even wipe the stupid grin off her face.

Lily grinned. “I just bet you did, sis.”

“Speaking of, I’m going to go find her. She’s a little...fancy but I think you’ll like her.”

Lily nodded, shooing her away with her hand.

“Go, I’m going to get started on this.”

Chloe made her way to the off-limits wing. As she turned down the corridor that would take her there, she spotted Henry marching towards her. His eyes were flashing mad, his jaw clenched. He stopped when he saw her.

“Hello, Chloe. How are you?”

“Just fine. How are you doing? You look like someone just gave you some bad news.”

“Not quite. Someone just made a very bad mistake.” Understanding settled in.

“A woman?” He nodded. “Is it the healer?” His eyes narrowed on her.

“Has she said something to you?”

“What? No, of course not. I haven’t seen her. Why is something wrong?”

“Yeah, I listened to a liar.” And with that, he stalked away without even a goodbye.

Chloe whistled under her breath then climbed the staircase.

Lucinda’s door was already parted open. Chloe knocked on it gently and heard the soft rustling of clothing before the door opened gently.

Lucinda’s eyes lit up. “Chloe! How wonderful to see you. Would you like to come in?”

“Oh, no thanks. Hey, my sister’s downstairs and we were wondering if you’d like to

come hang out with us. That is unless you’re busy.” Chloe peered around her into the feminine, bright room.

Lucinda’s eyes widened. “Really? Me?”

Chloe laughed. “Yeah, why not?” The beauty blushed then and looked away.

“Well, I just didn’t think you’d want to be around me since I’m Tyrian’s frimar.”

Chloe grinned. “Not anymore you’re not. I talked to him about it. He won’t be using you anymore. You’re free!” Lucinda didn’t look nearly as happy as Chloe thought she’d would. In fact, she looked downright crestfallen.

“Oh, yes, thank you.”

“What’s wrong?” Chloe was afraid to find out.

“Without a host I have nothing. I’ll have to leave this place. Where will I go?” she asked, her eyes glossy with tears.

Chloe was at a loss for words. “You don’t have to leave. You can stay right here if you want.” Lucinda shook her head.

“Never. It’s unseemly for the host’s previous frimar to stay under his care. I must go.”

She ran into the room and began pulling bags out from a closet. She started stuffing them with gowns and sashes before Chloe could say a word.

“Just hold on a second. Lucinda, I’m not putting you out and neither is Tyrian. I just want my neck to be the only one he uses.” Lucinda nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I completely understand. I really do. That is why I must go.”

“Wait, stop it!” Lucinda stopped. Chloe saw her hands were shaking as she clasped them together. “What about one of the other warriors?”

“No, they all have frimars already and those who do not have special arrangements.”

Dammit. “Listen, stay here and be calm. I promise you everything will be okay. I’m

going to be back in a few minutes. Stop packing. Just take a deep breath. If you want, go find my sister. She’s in the great hall and really wants to meet you.” The vampire’s eyes widened in shock as if she was surprised anyone would want to do that. Shaking her head, Chloe said,

“Promise me, okay?”

Lucinda nodded. “Yes, I promise.” Chloe rushed to her and hugged her tight before

running out the room.

She had to find Draven.

* * *

Chloe found the warrior Draven deep in the castle armory selecting an assortment of weapons. He had blonde hair streaked with dark brown that fell to his waist, an aristocratic nose, thinly sculpted lips, and hollowed cheeks that gave him a hawkish, devilish appearance.

He turned to her with an easy smile. “What are you doing down here? Commander

Tyrian probably wouldn’t like you being here.”

“Probably,” she agreed. “I came to talk to you about something.”

He cocked a brow. “And what’s that?”

“Do you have a frimar?” His eyes widened at her question.

Frowning he said, “That’s a private matter that most vampires do not discuss with

others.” Chloe felt a blush spread across her cheeks.

“Sorry, I didn’t know there was a protocol to this sort of thing. I just know someone who needs a host.”

“And so you thought to ask me,” he said slowly. Chloe nodded, unsure how much she

should tell him. For all she knew the warrior had a woman, or a legion of them, but she did know that Lucinda’s eyes lit up at the mention of his name. It was worth a try.

“Exactly. I’m sorry it’s private, but I really need to know. Do you have one?” He looked at her with a peculiar expression, as if he was trying to figure her out. Or like she had some ulterior motive.

“No, I do not. I have other arrangements.” Chloe clapped her hands.

“Wonderful! Because I sort of need a favor.” If anything, the warrior’s expression grew even more remote.

“Tell me all. I do not like games.”

“Well, I know a wonderful woman who is currently looking for a host. And if she doesn’t find one then she’ll have no place to go. She’s scared and I’m scared for her since it’s sort of my fault to begin with and—”

His eyes snapped to hers. “Lucinda?”

“Yes! You know her, right?”

“No, I can’t...I can’t be her host.

Chloe frowned and said, “Why not? I don’t think she minds you at all.”

“She can easily find another. Ask Rayn or one of the other warriors.” He turned his back to her and began piling weapons into a black satchel on the counter.

“Why not you?”

He was silent for a moment. “Those reasons are not any of your business.” Chloe had never heard Draven sound so serious. Usually he wore a big smile and had a sarcastic joke for everything. Even when he’d been kidnapping her out of the hostel in England, he’d had a grin.

“I’m sorry. Do you two have a history or something?”

“No, Chloe. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to be left alone.”

Steps sounded behind her and Chloe turned to see Tyrian headed towards her. She smiled at him but he didn’t back.

“You shouldn’t be down here,” he said. “Draven, meeting in thirty. We have some

developments on the demon.” The warrior turned back around, his smile back on his face.

“Sure thing, Commander.” His eyes flickered to Chloe’s and his smile died.

Tyrian grabbed her arm and led her down the hall. “What were you talking to Draven

about?”

Chloe debated telling him the truth. Would he be mad that she was trying to pair his ex-frimar with a new host? “I was just looking for you.” She cringed inside, hating that she just lied to him.

“How’s the spell coming with your sister? We need it soon.”

“I was just about to go work on it, actually. Lily says she’s also going to make a potion that may help to kill it in case it gets nears me.” He turned to her, pressing her gently against the wall.

“It won’t,” he promised. His fingers passed through her hair. “You are so beautiful it twists me up inside.” He sounded amazed and unhappy at the thought. Chloe wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer.

“And you, my sexy Commander, make my head spin every time you touch me.” As his

eyes fell to her lips, Chloe’s heart thumped wildly. God, she loved this man.

Her entire body stiffened.

“What’s wrong?” You’re entirely too perceptive was what she wanted to say.

“Nothing, just got a chill.” Damn, second lie in two minutes. See, this is what happens, she thought. But then his arms came around her and pressed her into the heat of his body and she sighed. Maybe some lies weren’t so bad after all.

His lips came down on hers and the kiss was sweet with a trace of longing. He claimed her with a sincere passion that swept her off her feet and made her feel like she was floating.

When he pulled back, she looked up at him. Her heart raced so fast, and yes, she knew.

She loved this man.

“Come on.” Tyrian led her to the great room and dropped her off with her sister. She saw Lucinda was sitting at the edge of her seat with her spine stiff and straight, her hands folded gently in her lap.

“Finish your spell. I’ll come get you later.”

“Bye,” she whispered and gave him one last kiss before walking away. A sharp spank

landed on her ass as she turned away. Her jaw dropped as she spun around to see him laughing.

But she had no time to say anything because he spun around and went in the other direction.

Progress? Check.

“Lucinda, I’m so glad you came down.” The vampire blushed prettily and fidgeted in her seat.

“Yes, well, thank you for inviting me.”

“I was just telling Luci, you can call her that by the way, that she’d look smokin’ in a black leather jump suit. Don’t you think, sis? With those Cat Woman type boots that go all the way up,” Lily said.

“Oh, yes. You’d have all the men after you.” The vampire blushed even harder and Chloe felt guilty. She was about to mutter an apology, in fact, when a rapping sounded behind her.

All three of them turned to see Draven standing there. His smile was gone once again, and his brow was furrowed. He glanced at Chloe and swore she almost saw anger there.

“Lucinda, may I speak with you?” Chloe climbed to the edge of her seat to see this.

Draven even sounded...polite. The beautiful vampire stood and walked gracefully to the warrior.

“What’s all this about? Lily whispered. Chloe quickly rehashed what happened with

Lucinda and her conversation with Draven while they eagerly watched on.

“Oh, my God. You should have let me come. Look at that, he totally wants her!”

Chloe wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, Lily. He was pretty angry and he still looks pretty upset.”

“That’s the ‘because I want you and shouldn’t have you’ anger, sis. Duh.” Chloe glared at Lily then they both shushed as Lucinda approached the warrior.

She dipped into a little bow, keeping her eyes downcast. Just faintly, Chloe could make out the sound of voices but not distinct words.

“Damn,” she muttered.

Their conversation was short and soon Lucinda was returning to her seat, bright pink on her cheeks.

Chloe opened her mouth to talk but Lily beat her to it, “Spill now! That man wants you bad.”

Lucinda pressed a dainty hand to her mouth but it did nothing to hide her blush. “Warrior Draven asked, said he’d be honored in fact, to act as my host.

“Tell me you said yes,” Chloe demanded.

Lucinda pulled her hand away to reveal a woman’s smile—naughty and secretive. “A

lady never reveals her true desires at first. I graciously told him that I would be happy to think upon it.”

Lily and Chloe burst out laughing and soon Lucinda’s surprisingly bawdy laughter joined them. The vampire looked startled at her own laughter and quickly stifled it.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be. That’s priceless. You’ll have that man eating out of your gloved hand if you wanted,” Lily said.

“Oh, I doubt that. He’s much too strong. Besides, I like him the way he is. I wouldn’t want him to change.”

Chloe and Lily both awwed at the same time.

The conversation slowed as they finally got to work on the spell. Lily wrote a catchy chant and willed the words with magic, as she called it. They spent the next few hours preparing a concoction with an array of ingredients that produced the nastiest smell Chloe’d ever smelled.

Well, not as bad as that demon smelled.

As the last of the ingredients were stirred in, the potion didn’t poof with smoke or explode so much as make wet, garbled sounds as if it, too, were unhappy with its existence. It looked thick as tar and Chloe wondered how she’d “throw” this stuff on anything. Maybe if she had a butter knife she could coax it out like ketchup.

“Are you sure this thing will work, Lily?”

She shrugged. “No, but it’s worth a shot.”

Chloe read over the piece of paper with the spell on it. Go back whence you came, I unsummon thee demon. Chloe blinked, and then read it again.

“That’s it? It’s not even two sentences. The spell from before was like a paragraph.”

“Just trust me, sis. It’ll work...I think.”

Chloe grimaced and prayed her sister was right. Standing, she stretched her stiff muscles.

“All right, I’m going to bed.”

“Memorize that spell and here,” Lily said putting a cork cap on the flask then handing it to her, “keep that with you at all times. You’ll never know when this thing might show up.”

Chloe’s stomach clenched with that unsettling feeling. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Lily.

Goodnight, Lucinda.” Chloe made for Tyrian’s bedroom with heavy steps.

She took a quick shower then climbed naked into the bed. She wanted to wait up for him, wanted to kiss him goodnight, but her eyelids grew heavy and soon she was asleep.


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