Текст книги "Chains of Frost"

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Chapter Ten

“Send a team out to control the breakthrough at point 47, 39. Make it a clean sweep.”

“Of course,” replied Rayn. He bowed at his orders and left.

For the first time since he could remember, Tyrian, leader of the Atal Warriors was restless. There was no quieting his mind. Or his body, for that matter. His balls ached with a fierce, angry pain. Normally he didn’t mind such pain, it served to keep him strong, alert, but this pain did no such thing. Its sole purpose, it seemed, was to remind him of earlier that afternoon and one distracting succubus. She was a mere child by his standards, just now reaching the 29th year of the succubi’s life cycle.

His eyes fell to the carpet, which was nearly as old as he was. He’d fit himself to her there, above all the warnings screaming in his head, and had taken her body. He’d been brutal, hard. He hadn’t wanted to do it to begin with but no matter how gentle he’d tried to be, he’d still ended up taking her like some beast.

Women were gentle creatures to be protected and cared for, whence why she was here to begin with. She was not to be savaged and hammered into like some whore. He couldn’t even help himself. At first the sensations had been...indescribable.

She looked incredible in all her nudity. He could easily see her in a painting, lying among leaves and trees, one arm wrapped above her head tenderly. Though he’d never let another’s eyes look upon it. As quickly as he had the thought, his heart hardened with anger. This was why he didn’t encourage his men to keep women. This...this whatever you called it was already becoming a nuisance, intruding upon his thoughts when he should be working.

Feeling a shaking in his arm, Tyrian looked down, an eyebrow cocking in surprise as he realized his hand was turned into a tight, white-knuckled fist. He flexed his hand, stretching his fingers. Already she was causing problems. It was his fault. He would have to work harder to ignore her charms. The succubus held a magic to her that seemed to keep drawing his attention no matter how much he fought it.

First it was little things like noticing the swell of her breasts in that towel on the first night or the color of her hair in the sunlight. Now he’d seen her naked for the second time and hadn’t bothered to look away, couldn’t have if he’d wanted to.

She captured him so easily. Enchanted him like some child. Perhaps his guard was wrong about succubi’s magical abilities. Maybe she was some kind of enchantress.

Even still, so many hours later, his cock was a heavy, hard mass between his legs. The ache in his balls screamed at him to take a release, even by his own hand, something he hadn’t done in centuries. He had no need for sexual release in his job. He required only blood to survive. But one small succubus comes by and ruins everything.

No, not everything was ruined. He’d fought an entire race of demons, pushed them back to where they belonged. What had started as a small war front was now an empire of warriors.

All that he’d built with his own sweat and blood. The temptation of one little woman would not fell him.

Standing from his desk, he went to his chambers. He would kill this ache and be done with it and her. She was here for protection and nothing else. She would have to find one of the warriors to service her from now on. He would not continue to allow her to distract him.

He opened the door to his bedroom and sat on the bed he never slept in. One of his best warriors showed keen interest in the succubus. He’d looked upon her with sexual heat. Draven would happily pleasure Chloe. An image flashed through his mind of Draven cupping her soft breasts, licking her pink nipples. His mind blackened with rage. What if he hurt her? Marred her skin. She was so soft and pale. Would Draven act any different than he’d been?

In an explosion of anger, Tyrian grabbed a knife off the table by his bed and threw it.

Whack. It landed deeply embedded in the wall by the door, the blade twitching side to side.

Dammit, he was ready to get this over with. Release, then he’d get back to work. That always kept him calm. It was the only thing capable of keeping her off his mind.

Earlier he’d wondered what she liked. First it was sexual, since he was watching her thrash on the carpet naked at the time. Did she like her nipples to be sucked, licked, pinched?

Would she scream his name if he claimed her soft, pink pussy with his mouth like he’d salivated to do then?

Later tonight, even as one of his top generals relayed information on rogue demons

escaping from the rift, his mind had been adrift in questions. About her. What would her blood taste like?

He drank from Lucinda, his frimar. Most of the warriors kept one. A willing recipient who let you feed. She was currently in her chamber across the hall. He’d need to visit her soon.

His bloodlust was growing.

Strangely it wasn’t Lucinda’s spiced blood that he yearned to taste. His cock throbbed, and he hissed, squeezing the hard flesh through his pants. He’d nearly taken her neck. As if he hadn’t brutalized her body enough with his rough, impatient thrusts, he’d nearly succumbed, twisted her head to the side, and buried his fangs in her soft neck. He’d licked his lips, wondering how she’d taste. Sweet, thick, earthy, or something else?

Unable to wait any longer, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The mass was heavy and hard in his hand, the tip wet with arousal. He pumped his fist, his heart beating in time to the movement. Quick, gripping tight, he closed his eyes and remembered how she’d felt.

Burning hot, soft and tight like a needy fist around him. Her channel had gripped him, squeezing, and pulsing in fiery need around him.

He remembered the way she’d screamed her release, bucking against him, wrapping her sweet soft legs around him like she wanted to keep him there. He’d wanted to bury himself deep inside and give her every drop of his seed.

His release neared. He pumped his hand faster, catching the perfect motion. His release grew hot and heavy in his balls, raised up his spine, shooting through his body to his cock. So close.

A loud noise registered in his addled brain. Panting, Tyrian stopped and listened. It came again, three quick knocks at the door. Releasing his straining cock, he growled and shoved it back into his pants. He flung open the door hard, uncaring that it whipped hard enough to crack the wall behind it. His control was slipping faster than he could catch it.

“What?”

Draven look apologetic as he said, “There’s a problem with Chloe, I mean, Ms. Bellum.

She’s calling for you.”

Tyrian took off, leaving Draven to trail behind him. “She’s hysterical. The new moon has her; it’s riding her hard too. The men want to help her.” Tyrian spun around, catching Draven’s neck in one hand and plastering him to the wall. Control. Control. Draven’s eyes shot wide and he whispered, “But the men don’t want to touch her. You’ve claimed her already.”

Quickly Tyrian released him, shocked to his core at what he’d just done. Then Draven’s words registered. If only he knew. He hadn’t claimed her. He’d given her release, but had taken none for himself.

Squaring his shoulders, he set off for her room. Rayn and Henry were standing outside, even their healer, Nanu was there. Each of them wore uncomfortable winces as Chloe moaned and panted from inside the room.

The still erect cock in his pants loved the sound, relished it. It wanted him to knock down the door and sink into her, never stop.

“How long has she been like this?”

“At least an hour,” Henry said. The healer watched the warrior with a hurt look on her face. Henry ignored it.

Tyrian had hoped he’d have more time. He’d wanted to talk to her about finding another warrior to ease her. After taking her this morning, he didn’t plan to do it again. A quick jerk off and he would be fine, back in control, the succubus out of his mind.

Yet one thing he’d learned being a commander was that a good leader knew when to step up and lead. A thrill raced up his mind and he marked it off to a chill and not excitement. Not eagerness.

“I’ll take care of it.” Everyone looked up at him with varying expressions of shock. He didn’t tell them that the thought of any other man going in there and touching her made him want to stab something. In fact he quickly hid that thought and buried it deep inside. This was business. It was only sex. For ages men have been using women for such a thing. Now he would do it too. And after the new moon, when she only required it once a day, she would find another.

He’d make sure of it.

“Leave, I’ll see to her.” He started to turn the door handle, but his half-demon, half-vampire guard Henry stopped him.

“Sir, are you going to ease her properly? She needs a man to...finish inside her.” Tyrian’s ignored the healer’s gasp and Henry’s advice.

“I assure you I will take care of everything. Everyone leave now. Do not interrupt unless it’s an emergency.” Tyrian disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

He looked around for her, expecting to find her writhing on the bedsheets much as she’d been before. She was nowhere to be seen.

Stepping further into the room, he strode towards the bathroom. That was when he was tackled by a soft, feverish woman from behind.

If she was planning to throw him to the ground then she seriously underestimated his strength. She made a needy mewling sound then monkeyed around him until they were chest to chest.

She was naked once again, but now in his arms. She sighed as her eyes traced over his face. She didn’t even flinch from the scar.

“You came.” Then she kissed him. Shocked to his core, Tyrian jerked his head away. She caught his face with both hands and pulled him back to press gentler, soft kisses to his mouth, the corner of his lips.

No one had kissed him...in a very long time. It shouldn’t be good. Shouldn’t feel so good.

But he liked it and didn’t want her to stop.

* * *

Never had a man tasted so good.

Chloe licked the warrior’s bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth. He tasted like husky man and a touch of bourbon, as if he’d just taken a shot before coming to her.

And he did come to me, didn’t he? A part of her poofed up like a peacock and wanted to strut around. Yeah, that’s right; she got the most powerful man in the whole world to come back for her. Eat it, ladies!

His hands were pushing at her, not pulling her closer like she wanted. “What?” she

grumbled against his perfect lips. The two peaks at the top of his lip beckoned her to trace it with the tip of her tongue. So she did. His hands tightened around her hips in response and she didn’t know if she wanted to giggle or tear open his pants and reach inside.

“Stop it, Chloe.” The cold edge to his voice didn’t stop her so much as the fact that he just used her name. Was that the first time he’d called her by her name? At least without trying to tell her more rules. She lingered over his lips for a moment before pulling back to look at him.

“I missed you.” She’d meant it to sound seductive but it came out as a whine. He walked her back to the bed and excitement pulsed through her. More, she definitely wanted more from this man. She was quickly learning that not only was he amazing eye candy that she’d love to strut around with, but he was a fantastic lover.

She wanted more. She wanted to taste his cock between her lips, feel the weight of his tongue against her pussy lips, and feel his thick cock slide inside her as she mounted him.

But when he reached the bed, he dropped her onto it and calmly walked to the window.

She was naked, needy, desperate, and he was watching the moon. She was certain that at any moment the hole she was staring through him would start smoking.

“Are you sure you won’t take another of my warriors for your new moon? Draven was

most adamant about letting you.”

“What? No. You, only you.”

“Why?” It was such a simple question, but it floored her. She’d never heard him sound so...human. Her mind raced to come up with an answer. Why did she only want him and none of the other warriors? Some of them were far nicer. Heck, Draven had even shown a sense of humor, something Tyrian en Kulev did not have.

She answered the first thing that came to mind. “I trust you. You are straightforward about everything. I know you would never lie to me, and I know that you would protect me from any harm. I can’t say I know that about Draven or anyone else. I don’t think you’d protect me just because my father asked you to, either. I think you’re honorable and you’d protect me because you want to.”

He took a step back and looked at her, his brow pulled into a look of consternation. It was the most emotion she’d seen on his face. A blush stole over her. She’d never been one to beat around the bush when it came to saying what she wanted to say, but she’d also never said anything so revealing to a man like him.

He strode towards her, his hands pulled behind his back. “You should not reveal your secrets. That’s something a warrior learns first.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and laid back into the bed. The closer he came the further she spread her legs until she was wantonly posed like a harlot. Disappointment flickered through her that his eyes did not even drop to her wet sex that was eager for him or to her nipples that were so hard they hurt. Anger was swift to course through her

“And you should not stand there when a woman is practically begging you to fuck her.”

Somehow she knew she shouldn’t have said it. His spine went ramrod straight and he

looked back out the window like he wished he was someplace else. She instantly regretted what she said. His arms came to rest at his sides and then he came to stand between her spread feet at the bed.

The man’s ability to look her in the eyes was both impressive and incredibly

disappointing. Was there something wrong with her? She knew she was plain. Her breasts weren’t very big and her hips and waist weren’t particularly curvy, but dammit she was pretty.

Okay, a plain pretty.

“Turn around,” he said. It was only now that he spoke that she realized he was back to speaking like he lived in a freezer. How had she missed his warm tones before? Why was it back now? Her attitude she’d just popped with him sprang to mind.

“I’m sorry—”

“Turn around, Chloe.” Need and want clawed at her.

“But I want to see your face.” Although he gave no reaction, she sensed that she’d just surprised him. He started to say something but she quickly added, “Please.”

Suddenly his hands grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the end of the bed until her legs dangled off the side. Her breath quickened with anticipation and she undulated against the bed, lifting her hips towards him.

“Are you prepared?”

She glared at his matter-of-fact tone.“Quite,” she said sarcastically.

His eyes left hers, finally, and trailed down to her breasts. With one quick look, she knew he’d just memorized the shape, color, and details of her breasts. With just a look. His hands still lingered on her thighs, creating delicious pen pricks of pleasure straight to her core.

His eyes tracked down over her quivering stomach to her sex, which cried out for him to touch her. His nostrils flared. The movement was so quick, so simple that she almost missed it.

The reaction sent her pulse skyrocketing. He did want her. It was like being hit with lightning while holding an antenna, but there was no pain, only intense, heart-gripping pleasure. All because of his gaze.

Her body warmed to a hot fever. Legs scissoring, her hips undulated, trying to convey what it needed in the most primitive of ways.

“Turn around,” he said again, his voice lower, warmer.

“No,” she said, lifting her chin.

For a moment his brow furrowed then released. One hand left her thigh, the other stayed, and she hoped it was because he had to keep touching her. His hands went to pants where he pulled down his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his cock.

The first glance hit her clit like a stroke. She moaned and arched off the bed. She hadn’t seen him before, could only guess what he looked like from the feel of him. No wonder she’d felt like he was splitting her open. The commander was huge. Thick and long and heavy looking. He held it in his hand as though if he let it go he might topple forward. Mmm, onto me, her body thought wildly.

The head of his cock sported a thick wetness that her tongue desperately wanted to curl around and lick off. Proof that he hadn’t come earlier was evidenced by the thick vein that stood out starkly along the bottom ridge of his cock. He hadn’t pulled himself all the way out but she’d bet his sac was deep with color, pulled tight.

With just the one hand on her thigh, he squeezed and pulled her a few inches closer. Her butt barely hung onto the edge of the bed. She trusted his touch at her thigh, his strength to keep her from sliding off.

She held her breath, her hips arched towards him as he gripped the base of his cock. He aimed it at her and pressed into her. Her head fell back limply and her hands rushed to hold her aching breasts. She heard a hiss of air and knew it was him. He entered her long and slow, her tender, new muscles forced to encompass his girth. She loved how gentle he was, just like earlier. He could easily use her during this special time for her, but he wouldn’t. The man’s honor made her smile.

As soon as he was seated all the way inside her, something broke inside her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and tightened, holding him close. His hands gripped her thighs, like a warning. Then he thrust. Slow but hard enough to brush her clit and pussy with delicious, shuddering pleasure. He took her like a machine. He made no sounds, gripped her no differently.

Took her as if he was waiting for her to get off so he could leave. Nuh uh. She wasn’t having any more of that.

“Take off your shirt,” she said thickly. His eyes lifted to hers, shockingly hot and alert.

“No.”

She would never get used to this sensation, the in out, push and pull dragging along her walls. It was amazing.

“I want it off.” If possible he leaned further back from her so that he was just standing there giving her his cock and nothing else. She glared at him. She wanted more and she was going to get it.

Reaching up quickly, she grabbed his shirt in her fists, and with a strength she didn’t know she had, tore it from his body. The t-shirt hung limply from his arms.

With a growl unlike she’d ever heard, he tore the shirt off viciously, forced her thighs wide, and pounded into her hard. Her release came swift, hard, and perfect. She screamed as hot waves engulfed her like a tornado, spinning around her in a halo of erotic pleasure. It left her gently, leaving her panting, and arching for another one.

“More.” She wasn’t sure if she even said it or if she just mouthed the words. But he must have heard her because suddenly his mouth was at her breast, licking her hard nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. Wet sucking sensations burned through her, tightening her skin, gushing cream from inside her, and preparing her for another release.

Her hands fell into his hair, found the tight knot that held his hair back so severely. She yearned to pull it out, spread his hair out and feel the tresses, but she settled for gripping his shoulders. The first touch was amazing—hard flexing muscles that moved with each thrust inside her. The second was shocking. She moved her hand lower, towards his back and touched something odd. He lifted from her with a roar.

Anger mixed with pleasure masked his face, making his eyes burn, his cheeks darken

with color. He grabbed the underside of her knees and spread her legs up and out. Then he was really taking her, with his pants still on, the zipper brushing against her skin as he pounded into her with a fierceness that had her crying out.

He will finish inside me, finally. She had to know what it would feel like. Would she feel him gush? Would it shoot and hit inside her or would it just mix with her own cream? Or would he pull out of her and make her drink his seed? Hot pressure pulled in her core at the thoughts, sending her spiraling closer to that peak. Or would he pull out and spill onto her body, shooting white semen onto her pussy, her stomach, her breasts and mark her as his?

The thought mark triggered something inside her. Pulling her head to the side, she parted her hair and said, “Drink from me, Tyrian.” His thrusts stopped instantly. Sweat beaded from his temples, he stayed there, buried to the hilt as he eyed her pulse beating at her neck.

“No.” The gruff sound of his voice was like music to her ears. She almost smiled.

“Yes,” she insisted and arched towards him. “As a gift. A thank you for pleasing me.”

Pure luck made her think that if she offered it as a gift that the honorable commander would be tempted to take it. “Tyrian, please,” she added, desperate to feel him moving inside her. She was so close.

Whatever she was expecting, he surprised the hell out of her. He gripped her chin in a gentle touch and turned her head to the side. She shivered hard. She hadn’t thought he would.

A raspy tongue slid up the length of her neck, and then there were two sharp points pressing into her skin. Then he bit through all the way. There was stinging pain that fluttered away like the wind, and then his mouth was sucking at her. His hips pulled back the barest of inches and hammered in hard.

He took her like that, building intense, consuming pleasure inside her. A sound,

somewhere between a growl and purr came from deep in his throat, vibrated along her skin. The sucking pulls intoxicated her, drugging her. Her hands flung wildly about as her orgasm neared with intense purpose. She grabbed onto his back, digging her fingers in for something to hold on to. She felt an unusual roughness of his skin there, but ignored it as crushing waves came rolling over her.

She screamed her release as clenching, seizing rolls of pleasure tore through her, shot from her pores. He tore back from her throat, drops of red slashed across his bottom lip and chin.

He started to pull away and she quickly tightened her legs around his hips.

“Come for me, Tyrian,” she begged. She thrust her hips up and down his shaft, working his hard cock even as the last tremors of her orgasm dissipated. “I want to know what it feels like.” It was an admission she hadn’t prepared to make. It simply spilled out in the haze of the moment, but his eyes snapped to hers. The heat in his gaze was impossible. How could one man hold so much heat inside? So much passion that never went unleashed.

He leaned down on his elbows then and kissed her. Her heart raced as an altogether new feeling rushed through her. He thrust his raspy tongue between her lips and took her mouth like he was doing below, thick and fast. She moaned at his taste and sucked his tongue into her mouth.

Eyes frantic, he pulled back suddenly. The growling sound vibrated from him again, and then buried his face in her neck, pushing deep and shook.

His hands curled into a bruising grip at her hips. And now she finally knew what it felt like. She felt the burning hot streams shooting inside her. His cock thickened, filled her so full. It made her hips jerk, her breath catch, and her body want to do it all over again.

As soon as it was over, he slid out of her and came to a stand. Lazily she watched him turn to the side and put his softening cock back into his pants. A silly smile spread across her face. She did it! Her sisters, well Lily at least, would be proud of her grand accomplishment. She just bedded the master of ice, and he was not cold at all.

He bent down and she caught a glimpse of his back. Gasping, she came up behind him.

“What is this? I’ve never seen anything like it before.” He stiffened like dried wood as she ran her fingertips over the marking on his back. The marking spanned from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and reached down covering most of his back.

Taking a step back she realized it was a bird of some kind, a raven or eagle with its head turned to the side. It wasn’t a tattoo but it was in some way. They were etchings in his skin like little scars that made up a fascinating pattern of cuts in the shape of a bird with its majestic head swung to the side. She ran her fingers over the pattern, loving the way the cuts tickled her fingertips. She bit her lip to keep from giggling.

“That’s enough,” he said and turned so she couldn’t see his back anymore. The cold

voice was back and in full force. He balled the shirt he’d picked up in a fist.

“What is that? Some kind of tattoo?”

He looked at her with eyes that cut. “That is none of your concern.” He stalked to the door and was out again before she could think of something to say.

Naked and shivering, Chloe sat on the edge of the bed wrestling with the heavy weight in her heart. She suddenly wanted to throw something against the wall where his head had been.

What was so wrong with her wanting to know? Why was it so flipping terrible that she was curious about him?

Sighing heavily, she laid back against the bed with only one thing she knew for certain.

Her heart was really starting to like this vampire.