Текст книги "Chains of Frost"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Chapter Twenty-six

Henry flung open the medical ward’s door with a bang. Nanu jumped, glancing up at him nervously from behind her desk. Yeah, you’d better be scared.

Last night he’d let her into his room, into his bed, and into his heart. Then he’d awakened to a cold bed next to him. He’d checked the bathroom but she wasn’t there. She wasn’t even in her own bedroom. And when he’d gone searching for her, all he found was her brother, who told him in not so gentle words to fuck off.

Henry slammed the door shut and stalked to her. She was smart enough to recognize his anger. She backed up into the corner, her palms held out.

“Henry, hear me out, please,” she said softly.

“Hear you out? If you wanted to talk to me, you could have found me. You knew I was looking for you. You promised me, Nanu! What the fuck...” he said, spinning around and running a hand through his hair.

“I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Was this just sex to you? Was this just a fuck? Do you get off on fucking a warrior?” He turned and glared at her. Her face paled but he didn’t relent. She’d hurt him, hard and deep.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that. Don’t play innocent. You knew what you did, what you said to me, and what I expected. How could you—” Henry roared and kicked a chair, sending it flying into a cabinet with a loud metal chink.

She jumped and that helped to calm him down—some. “No, I had to leave. I’m sorry.”

Henry’s anger boiled hot. He stalked to her, crowded her against the corner.

He pulled her against him and slammed his mouth down on hers. Her hands were stiff but soon fisted his shirt and damn, it felt good. He was mindless for her. Blinded by fear and anger.

He ripped at her pants, his tongue working in her mouth, and then he felt her fingers working just as frantically, pulling his hard cock out. He grabbed her thigh and lifted her, spread her open, then drove inside.

She cried out against him and he groaned at the feel of her wet channel gripping him so hotly. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

His mouth ate at hers as he pounded her into the wall. She cried out quickly, her short fingernails digging deeply into his back. It only took a few hard thrusts for her pussy to clench and milk him as she came.

It was too much. Too quick. He drove through her sweet, tight muscles then pulled his mouth away to shout as he came hard, deep inside her.

He came back to earth like a dropped bowling ball. He tore himself away from her,

panting. They both righted their clothing, her movements much slower, her fingers trembling.

“Is that all you want from me?”

She hung her head and the soft sound of her sob was like a knife to his heart. At least, a bigger one than she already had planted there. The urge to go to her, wrap her in his arms, and kiss her was so strong. He had to back away. He waited on the other side of the desk until she could speak.

“No, I’m sorry. It wasn’t like that. I didn’t want any of that to happen.”

Henry’s blood froze. “What do you mean any of it?”

She lifted her watery gaze to him. “Not that, of course. I don’t regret being with you for a minute.”

“Then why did you leave? You made your decision. Or are you just a liar?” A vicious, beautiful liar that had his heart beating in her small hands.

“I– I can’t talk about it.”

Henry laughed, the sound bitter and harsh. “Why? I don’t understand.”

She didn’t have to answer because the medical ward’s door slammed open and Nanu’s

brother strolled in.

“I think it’s time you leave here, warrior,” Heru said and went to stand by his sister as if by visually blocking his view of her, he could protect her. He was very wrong.

“She made her choice, Heru. She’s mine.” Heru’s laughter was mocking.

“I have the say in what she does, not you. I disagree with the match. My sister will not mate with half-breed demon filth.”

Henry jumped towards him, ready to feel bones crack, but Nanu stepped between them.

The look on her face broke his heart. She looked torn and lost, so sad his eyes nearly mirrored the tears in hers.

“Choose,” he told her. “You know I would do anything for you. Just say my name.”

Choose me, his eyes pleaded with her.

She took a ragged sigh, her head hanging low. “I can’t.”

“You did the other night. You chose me,” Henry said fiercely. His world was hanging in silken threads by the tips of his fingers, slowly dwindling away.

“She doesn’t answer to you, demon.” Henry bared his teeth at the bastard, his chest pumping with the urge, the need, to fight.

“I love you, Nanu. Don’t do this. Choose what you want.” Nanu’s gasp was like music to his ears, she looked at him with raw emotion on her face. Sadness and hope all at the same time.

Then, like an old record player dying, Henry watched her face shut down. Watched as all hope was erased like a candle being snuffed. The life in her dimmed and slowly she shook her head.

Henry growled, pain eating at him with sharp teeth. “Leave demon filth, leave,” Heru said, a smile on his face.

Henry took a deep breath and slowly walked away, leaving his heart in that room.

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chloe rolled over at the sound of the door closing. She blinked in the darkened room and smiled up at the man who had so quickly changed her world.

She’d dreamt that she told him she loved him. She’d had two versions of the same dream.

In one version he slowly smiled at her, then made love to her, and afterwards he confessed that he too loved her. It was overly romantic, but hey, it was a dream.

However, the other version had been more like a nightmare. She’d told him she loved him and all the ice she’d ever seen in him cemented until frost formed over his words. He’d pushed her away brutally, shutting her out of his life for good.

He came and sat down on the bed next to her. His hand ran through her hair and gripped it gently, tilting her head towards him.

“I want you.”

Chloe shivered at his voice. It was deep and raspy. She nodded at him and he tossed the cover off her body.

He hesitated as he saw her naked body, then stepped back and started tearing off his clothes. His movements were hurried, impatient.

“Is everything okay?” Chloe was almost afraid to ask because that same gut feeling was there. Telling her something bad was going to happen. But to who and when? She had no idea, and the waiting was killing her.

He lay down beside her and kissed the top of her breast. “No,” he breathed against her, his breath puckering her nipple. “I haven’t seen you...I needed to see you.”

Her breath quickened at his words. His tongue traced her nipple then sucked her deeply into his mouth. Hot pleasure zapped through her body like electricity. She drove her fingers into his hair and threw away the hair tie that bound it. Dark hair fell around her in waves.

His hands shaped her breasts roughly and her sex pulsed in answer. He kissed his way down her stomach, over her hips and thighs. Slowly he opened her legs, pushing his big body between them.

Chloe panted as he pressed soft kisses followed by gentle bites up one thigh, then the other, never touching where she wanted him the most.

“I love being down here.” His voice was guttural. “Your smell, your taste. The way you come apart as I tongue you. I could do it all day.”

One thick finger slid inside her. Chloe’s nipples hardened even more. In and out, he stroked. Tempting and filling her with something that was a reminder of something much longer and thicker that she wanted so desperately.

“Tyrian, please,” she moaned. His tongue passed lightly over her folds, then dove in with a dexterous move. He licked her bud once before pulling away.

“What, my sweet? Don’t you like it when I suck you? When I prepare you for my cock?”

Chloe let out a ragged breath, her body tense as a bowstring. “So much, Ty. Please take me, just take me.” She was so empty inside.

He chuckled against her wet flesh, the sound purely masculine. “I think not yet, Chloe. I would taste you first. Make your pussy wet and open for me.” Chloe moaned at his words. Her body flooding with sparks of pleasure.

His finger dragged out of her flesh before thrusting back in. A moment later his lips kissed her bud, the touch so gentle it was like a feather caressing her. She writhed against him, thrusting her sex against his lips. Yet he only teased her more and more.

Sweat beaded her forehead. She breathed like she was running a mile, and all the while his caresses were so gentle and light against her.

“Tyrian!”

He lapped at her once, teasing her bundle of nerves with what could be. “What, my sweet Chloe?”

“Please, let me come. Please.” Sweat formed on her brow, her hips trembled against him.

He sucked a lip in to his mouth and Chloe’s body tightened with pleasure, cream coating the finger he slowly thrust inside her. Finally, slowly his tongue caressed her bud. He licked her lazily, excruciatingly slow. His fingers squeezed and released her inner thigh like a cat kneading.

His touch built her up to a trembling, unimaginable precipice.

They created a rhythm. His slow licking, her hips arching against him, his finger

thrusting inside her.

“Tyrian, Tyrian,” she chanted, her head spilling side to side. Suddenly, his tongue worked faster.

Chloe screamed as only he could make her do. Waves crashed inside her, her body strung tight, and then snapped. Her harsh cries echoed in the room as her hips rolled against him, as intense pleasure flooded through her.

He gentled his tongue, easing her back down to earth where she panted for air. He gave one last lingering lick then pulled away.

“You are beautiful.” His husky voice sent shivers over her. “Come here,” he said, and picked her up.

He wrapped her legs around his waist, set her core above his rigid cock, then pressed her down onto him.

“Perfect. Wet and open, just for me.” Chloe tried to say something, but couldn’t form words. As he entered that last inch inside her, she moaned, writhing against him.

He did all the work. Lifting her and dragging her back down over his hard rod. She

memorized the feel of him, the way he spread her open until she felt split in half. The way he hit her so deep, pressing against the center of her nerves where only he could reach.

Chloe dragged her eyes open. Sitting face to face with him brought the intimacy of the moment that much closer. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him to her, and he brought her down on him harder, faster.

Chloe swung her hair out, baring her neck. In a husky whisper she said, “Take from me.”

My love. His eyes flared hot, his wet lips parted and she saw the white glint of fangs.

Her core contracted at the sight. He cupped her neck gently with one strong hand and slowly leaned down to her. He kissed her skin reverently, his tongue darting out to taste.

“Lovely,” he breathed. Chloe flexed her hips against him, riding his cock, loving the way her core rubbed against his groin, heightening the pleasure even more.

A sharp press teased along her skin and she stilled, her breath freezing so she could feel every moment of it. He sank in slowly, by centimeters until his lips pressed hotly against her neck. She felt the full drugging pool as sure as she felt his cock pumping in and out.

Suddenly his grip on her tightened and became hard and thrilling. He swung them

around, planting her back against the bed. His hips hammered into her, dragging through her sensitive tissues with mindless ecstasy. His hands curled in her hair as he drank and drank.

Chloe scratched at his back, feeling trapped and utterly pleasured, and knew she drew blood. One hand reached down, cupped her ass, and lifted her into his thrusts. Her release came rushing. Her vision blanked and all she knew was that her body shuddered and he was groaning, his cock growing thicker inside her. Hot sprays jetted inside her, coating her walls and mixing with her own release.

She didn’t want it to end. Wanted it never to stop. His thrusts slowed, her sheathe drawing every drop from him, and she felt him twitching inside her. His breath shuddered as he withdrew from her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the wounds he’d made.

Her heart felt like a balloon filled so full it was about to pop. She tightened her hold around him and whispered, “I love you.”

His body stiffened over hers. Chloe froze too as she realized what she’d done. He pulled back and she had to let go even as coldness settled in where his warmth had been. He stood at the edge of the bed, his expression inscrutable.

“What did you say?” His voice was harsh and edged with anger. Chloe’s heart galloped in her chest, but she raised her chin. She’d just dug her bed and she’d lay in it too because she did love him.

“I said I love you, Tyrian.” His eyes narrowed on her.

“Words spoken in passion. You don’t mean them.” Who was he trying to convince?

“No, Tyrian. I said it in the aftermath of passion if you’ll recall and I meant every word of it. I do, so much.”

Jerking, he took several steps back. Chloe reeled forward, panic settling in.

“Please, don’t be upset. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. Maybe one day you will or maybe not. I can live with that.” I think. I hope. “You don’t need to worry, this changes nothing.”

His hand slashed at the air. “This changes everything. ” Chloe shivered at his tone and for the first time since she met him, felt truly scared. He looked murderous, feral. He stalked to the dresser and pulled on clothes. Please say something her watery eyes pleaded with him.

When he finally did speak, his voice was freezing cold and devoid of warmth in his eyes and body. “You’re going back to your old room immediately.”

“You can’t mean—”

“Stop it!” he whispered harshly. “You will do it or I will find you a new Protector.”

Chloe reeled back as if slapped. “You can’t do that. I was left to you. You can’t.” He stood and marched for the door, every bit the commander in his steps.

“I can do anything I want. I am Tyrian en Kulev, leader of the Atal Warriors and what I say is law in this castle. You will get out or I will have you thrown out, Ms. Bellum.”

A harsh sob broke through her throat. He looked at her with complete indifference, then he opened the door and closed it quietly behind him.

Chloe curled up on the bed as hot tears came, sobs pouring out.

I shouldn’t have said anything.

Chapter Twenty-eight

This was not the way Chloe Bellum pictured she’d die.

She hadn’t seen Tyrian in three days—since the night he left her. She’d relegated herself to her former bedroom, which now felt colder than even Tyrian’s dismal bedroom. She’d had one conversation with Lily but then had sent her away. She couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t pretend that everything was okay, because it wasn’t. Even Lucinda had

stopped by to inquire over her health—she’d lied and said she was fine.

This only made her feel worse. She hated lying. One lie lead to another to another... Her gut hurt to a near excruciating level. Was it because she was dying or because something bad was coming?

She hoped it was the latter because dammit she didn’t want to die. She wanted to live in this ridiculous castle that had open windows and cold floors and sleep next to the vampire she loved.

The lethargy she felt deep in her bones was overwhelming. She’d never felt anything like it. Did all beings feel differently when they died?

When she was younger, she used to wonder in moments of morbid curiosity how she

would die. She’d envisioned being murdered by demons, vampires, another succubus—all it would take was one lop of the head. She’d even pictured grand events, like would she survive a nuclear bomb? She seriously doubted any of the supernatural beings could. But who knew?

Now she was in the middle of dying. She hadn’t been “fed” in three of the longest days of her entire life. This was not how she wanted to die.

And now she was in a battle of the instincts. Her instinct to survive shouted at her to take any man, even a teensy weensy orgasm from him, or even a quick lay, and she’d be back to feeling well in an instant. But the thought of taking another was so appalling that she couldn’t bring herself to do it. And she’d fully thought it through during her recent bedridden days. She’d considered the different warriors who might help her and what she might possibly be able to stomach.

None of it would work. She was in stupid, stupid love. Where was her damned demon?

Was it done coming after her? The last she’d heard from Telal and Rayn the demon was amassing some sort of army from below the rift.

“God, Lily, what did you get me into?” she muttered into her pillow.

That’s it. She was going to do it. She’d been thinking about it all day. She had weighed her choices between dying and finding another. She really didn’t want to die. Dying at 29

because she was too scared to ask some male she didn’t know for help was just embarrassing.

What had her papa told her when she was young? Making out, giving or getting orgasms, or sex would work. Her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. Geez, Papa could still embarrass her from the grave.

Chloe sat up in bed and the room spun around her. She waited until it settled before she put her feet on the floor. Her legs trembled and she used the bed for support to lift her up.

Chloe didn’t know how long it took her to find her bedroom door or to find her way

down to the castle’s main floor but she was sure it was over an hour. At least that’s how it felt.

She was panting with exhaustion. Her skin was clammy with sweat.

She had to sit at the bottom stair and hang her head for a few minutes before she was able to finally move again. She looked everywhere, ready to find any warrior. Her eyes were wide, heart beating with fear. Was she already too late?

Would she finally find some warrior to makeout with only to fall dead at his feet? A door opened at the end of the hall. She spotted thick, short hair.

“Rayn!” She’d meant to scream but it came out as a hoarse croak. Bless the warrior

though because he turned towards her, his face pulling into a deep frown. He was in front of her in a second.

“What’s wrong, Chloe?”

“Dying.” God, did that sound dramatic, but it was the truth.

The warrior’s face paled. “Let me get the Commander. Stay here and I’ll be right back.”

Shaking her head, Chloe said, “No. He won’t. Hates me. Please, kiss me.” Her heartbeat sounded abnormally loud in her ears and Rayn’s voice sounded faraway when he spoke as if he was still at the other end of the hallway. Tears filled her eyes. Please don’t let me be too late.

“I can’t kiss you. You’re the Commander’s. You’re under his Protection. He’d kill me.”

Chloe might have smiled bitterly if she could. Instead she fumbled forward a step and he caught her by the arms.

“Hates me. Please, Rayn. Help me.” Her throat felt scratchy and tight like it’d been scrubbed with a bar of Lava and then buffed with some sandpaper for an added touch.

Rayn looked over her with a grimace, probably taking note of how awful she looked. She hadn’t exactly had time to spruce herself up in the bathroom before she got here.

Finally, he nodded. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around her waist. His frown

deepened. “You’ve lost weight.”

“Kiss me.”

Shaking his head, he brought his lips down to hers. There was no instant healing in his kiss. But the room stopped feeling like she was in a kid’s Etch A Sketch being shaken all around.

He kept his tongue safely secured in his mouth as she did hers. He slanted his head and kissed her a little more firmly and her knees stopped shaking. Thank God, progress.

Her arms lifted, wrapped around his thick neck to hold him still. Her breaths came faster and she held him to her forcefully, her instinct to take as much out of him as she could. She had no other thought but of finally feeling whole.

Suddenly, his mouth was no longer against hers. Chloe blinked in time to see Rayn in a crumbled, groaning heap at the bottom of the staircase. His legs twitched and then he was struggling to get up.

Chloe turned and her heart squeezed tight.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” asked the source of her pain.

She swallowed once and felt her throat close to working order again but not quite healed all the way yet. “Why, isn’t it Commander Tyrian en Kulev, leader of the Atal Warriors. You grace me with your incredible presence.” She tried to bow but ended up stumbling forward. He grabbed her to steady her then quickly withdrew his hands.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said icily.

Rayn finally stood and wobbled up to them, favoring his right ankle. “She was dying. I kissed her. No tongue, I swear.” Chloe sensed the violence in Tyrian coming to a boil. She took an unsteady step towards him, putting Rayn behind her. Tyrian cocked a brow at her.

“Don’t hurt him for what he did. He helped while you did nothing.”

Chloe felt herself falling backward. She took a breath as air breezed around her, but then Tyrian caught her before she hit the ground, picking her up in his arms.

“What have you done to yourself?” he asked angrily. Chloe felt him moving but

struggled to make sense of the rooms now spinning around her. The kiss had helped, but she was three days starving. She needed more.

“You did it. You threw me out.” Her heart broke. God it hurt to say it aloud. To put sound to the words that cut so deep. A soft cushion met her back. She stared up into the ice blue eyes that she’d grown to love.

“Besides,” she added bitterly, “You told me to choose another warrior. I did your

bidding.”

Tyrian stalked away from her with a curse. “I know what I said, woman.” Finally, he came back to her and gave her no time to think before his mouth was on hers.

Chloe twisted, turning her head away. “No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I told you what I felt and you threw me out like I’m nothing to you. Why would I want your kiss now? When it’s angry and hard and uncaring?”

His eyes darkened. “The way I kiss isn’t any different than it was before. Just let me help you.”

“Now you want to help? I swear that if I could throw something at you right now I

would. You’re a bastard who’s pushing away something that could make you so happy.” Don’t cry, Chloe.

He growled, then was at her side, her face in his hands. “I’m sorry, dammit. I’m sorry I can’t be who you need. I wish things were different. I’m even sorrier I hurt you. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I—”

His eyes clouded over and he looked so lost and confused that Chloe gave in once again, her arms wrapping around him. He didn’t even struggle. His arms came around her like it was the most natural thing in the world, pulling her close.

“You are what I need,” she whispered fiercely. “I just wish you’d realize it, Ty. I love you.”

“Chloe,” he said, his eyes wild, breathing hard. His eyes traced over her face, and then his mouth was on hers, tongue seeking.

The kiss was raw passion. His taste flooded her senses. Chloe lost herself in it, in him.

For timeless moments, the world consisted of only them and this one kiss.

That is, until an explosion ripped the room apart. Chloe screamed as ear-piercing wails ripped through the air. Tyrian didn’t hesitate, but scooped her up and sprinted out of the room.

Stone exploded, falling down from the ceiling and raining on the ground around them.

Chloe had only a moment to look behind her to see screeching, flying demons storming into the castle.