Текст книги "Bonds of Fire"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Then he pumped harder, faster. His strokes not designed to play, but to get off. He squeezed his cock harder then pumped in a quick up and down motion that bumped over the blunt tip of him again and again. She could practically feel his orgasm building.

He concentrated his strokes on just the tip of him now, working the flesh. Jackie watched as it happened, could see the utter pleasure transform his face into a mask of ecstasy. His stomach muscles bunched and flexed, hips jerking, and then he let out a hoarse cry as his fist bobbed over his cock.

White streams shot out from him. He worked his cock in fast strokes until all the cum was shot onto the wet tile floor and washed into the drain.

Jackie was shaking. Her entire body trembled like she was out in the cold without a jacket. Except she was far from cold. Her skin was damp from the sensual haze and her skin burned as if she’d just spent all day making love.

Thane rested against the wall as he seemed to collect himself. He washed under the water one time, giving her one last searing memory as he pulled his cock under the water to clean himself. He shut off the water then headed towards the bathroom stalls. Jackie tensed then looked around wildly before pulling away from the door and squatting over the toilet, hoping like hell he didn’t choose this stall.

She heard the stall at the far left of her open and she breathed a deep sigh of relief. After a minute, she didn’t hear the toilet or anything else and her gut tightened in worry; this couldn’t be good. Leaning forward again, she braced herself on the door and peered out the sliver of space between the door and stall. Maybe he’d grabbed some toilet paper to blow his nose or something and was back at his gym bag.

She found the bathroom empty. His gym bag was still open on the bench, the shower floor wet, and he was nowhere in sight. Maybe he was still using the bathroom...just very quietly.

Suddenly she felt as if a dozen pairs of knowing eyes were trained on her. She looked wildly up the stalls but didn’t see any dark-haired warrior glaring down at her, nor under the stalls was a head peering up at her.

Okay, get a hold of yourself, Jackie. He doesn’t know you’re here. She heard the creak of the stall door and almost sighed in relief. Leaning against the door again with her hands she peered through the slot to see.

Suddenly the door pitched open and she went diving face first towards the tile floor. A pair of hard arms wrapped around her waist a second before her face concrete, she was launched back up.

“I can explain,” she said quickly. She backed up against the corner of the stall door and never even felt it digging into her back.

Thane stood before her a naked, towering man with a blank expression on his face. Jackie trembled like a damn newborn babe. He took a step towards her and she took one back, only further lodging her against the stall. Eyes wide, she searched the room and considered dodging right so she could run out of the bathroom. His eyes narrowed on her as if he read her mind and then he caged her in. This was the second, or was it the third, time he’d done this. It managed to both fuel her with arousal and make her feel small all at the same time.

It seriously didn’t help that he was naked—and dripping—over her clothes as he leaned over her. She couldn’t help it; her eyes fell to his lips. The same lips she’d kissed the other night. His bottom lip was a little fuller than usual from his biting it. Seeing this gave Jackie the nearly insatiable urge to lick it and suck it into her mouth.

“Why hello, Jackie.” His voice was dark and alluring, husky either from the orgasm he had or because he was trying to sound sexy. She wished she knew which.

“Hi,” she squeaked. His lips pulled into a smile, a real one, not a grin. He pressed even closer, his chest now touching her, pushing the cotton of her shirt and the sports bra she wore against her hard nipples.

“Did you like what you saw?”

Her eyes widened and she quickly shook her head. “Excuse me but I have to go.” She started to duck under his arm, but then he pressed his entire body against hers. She was too short for him so he bent his knees until they were neck to neck.

“Don’t leave so soon, Jackie. How about I help you with that?”

“With what?” she said, genuinely confused, happy that the squeak in her voice was gone. He pressed his lips to her ear, a soft kiss.

“With that wet pussy you have.”

Jackie stiffened so hard her neck flared with pain. “Fuck you. This was all your fault.” Her cheeks were so red they burned like a sunburn. He smiled down at her, his hands squeezing her hips, pulling her towards him. She gasped at the sensation. He was hard again. Hard as stone and pushed right up against her needy core. She forced her gaze to the far wall, anything to distract herself.

“How was it my fault that I came here to take a shower and you happen to be watching me?” His voice was so husky and dark. It sent shivers down her spine.

She glared at him. “You knew I was in here the whole time?”

One eyebrow cocked and a grin formed at his mouth. “Course I did.”

Jackie swore fumes actually came out of her ears. “And you—and you did that knowing I was here?” She practically screamed the words she was so angry. He pressed his hips hard against hers, lodging his cock against her sex, and making her eyes flutter.

“Sure did, baby, and you liked it so much you’re dying to be fucked.” Jackie’s heart pounded at his words. It was a combination of his language, meaning, and the fact that he wanted to have sex with her that drove her to use all her strength and shove him away.

He went back a foot and she escaped to the side. She refused to run from him, but she sure as hell walked fast. He came up behind her, quiet as a stalking cat and twirled her until she spun back into his arms.

He looked serious now, eyes hot with desire. “I mean it, Jackie. All you have to do is say yes, hell nod, for all I care, and I’ll take care of both of us until we can barely move off this damn floor.”

Jackie’s mouth open and closed. It seemed like an eternity as she thought it over. She’d never wanted anything more in her life than to be feel his body against hers, to feel him loving her so passionately. Finally she shook her head.

“No, you’re only doing this because you think of it as some kind of challenge. A challenge I want you to forget.”

He laughed at her as if she’d just told some great joke. “Not even close. I told you I won’t stop until you accept us. I’ll do whatever it takes to win you, Jackie.”

She threw up her arms in frustration. “All because of some stupid kiss.”

His smile died. “That wasn’t just a kiss. If you’re not strong enough to say it, then I will.” He speared his fingers into her hair and tilted her lips towards his. “You’re mine. My mate. The woman who will carry my babes. You and I both know it. We felt it from the moment our lips touched.”

“I can never be with you.” She hoped he didn’t hear the hoarseness in her voice or the sadness. He pressed his lips to hers once.

“Why?”

She swallowed over the lump in her throat. “Because I could never go out into town and see the faces of all the women you’ve been with and be okay with that. I can’t...I’m not like that. I can’t do it.” Jackie pulled away at his stunned expression, not knowing who was more shocked. She’d just admitted something she’d never spoken aloud. Before he had a chance to respond she turned and ran out of the bathroom.

As the door slammed shut behind her, she heard the wet slaps of his footsteps coming after her. She ran fast, turning down the hall and sprinting for the nearest exit. She heard the door open and his voice calling after her.

Jackie didn’t stop running until she was safe at home.

It was only then that she realized what he’d said. Before it had been a panicked blur as she sped down the hallway. Now she could clearly recall what he said as if he’d whispered it into her ear.

You won’t be able to resist me, Jackie!

She prayed he wasn’t right.

Chapter 24

Willow paced for so long in the office she was surprised she hadn’t created a trench in Lyonis’ floor.

Oh God what had she done?

She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself but it just wasn’t happening. She couldn’t control her breathing no matter how hard she tried, she sounded as though she’d just run a marathon.

She slapped herself in the head. “I told him I’d mate with him.” Aagh, she growled. What was wrong with her? It was the alcohol, obviously.

Yeah, that was it. He wooed her with one really great night in hopes that she’d cave. And boy did she. Well, she couldn’t do it, wouldn’t, in fact. Now she just had to tell him.

She rarely got nervous. She’d always prided herself on her confidence but having to tell the man that she liked that she couldn’t mate with him...oh God she didn’t want to do it. Now she understood why some people broke up with their loved ones through underhanded ways like email, letters, or even phone calls. She got it now! Anything else was better than standing before him face to face and possibly crushing him—and her in the process.

Oh God, Oh God. The door swung open and she jumped back a foot, letting out a little yelp. Lyonis smiled at her. His big body filled the doorway and made her feel trapped inside the office as if the room had suddenly shrunk by half.

“You alright?”

“Fine, fine. How are you?” His eyebrows rose at her rushed question.

“Good now that I see you.”

He closed the door then strode towards her. The room suddenly got even smaller as he neared. He wrapped her in his arms then swept down and kissed her. He kissed her hungrily, with a pent up passion that spoke of the release he didn’t take last night. He slanted his lips across her and dove his tongue inside to mimic an act she craved now whether he was near her or not. He lingered over her lips before pulling away.

Willow dreaded this but it needed to be done. “I can’t mate with you.”

“I figured as much.” Not a flicker of surprise shone in his eyes.

“Huh, what?” He stroked his thumb over her cheek.

“I knew you’d say that. Although I believe what you said last night came from your heart; I knew that you’d be ready to fight it once morning came. Don’t worry, Willow. I know you’ll still be mine.”

Well, out of all the ways she’d pictured this situation going, this was not one of them.

“Oh,” was all she managed to say.

He laughed softly. “I have some things to discuss with you.” His big hands rubbed her back up and down in soothing waves.

“Oh?”

“I think you’re pregnant, Willow.”

Well if that didn’t just ice the warmth in her veins. She stiffened in his arms and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let her.

“Here me out.” Willow watched him with a skeptical look. Since when was he so nice to her, giving her choices instead of ordering her? Oh wait, she thought, he’d never been much like that. Much. Not like she thought he’d be. She’d pegged him wrong from the beginning.

“Okay,” she said hesitantly. His eyes all but gleamed with satisfaction.

“This weekend is the Winter Festival. Amy’s challenge still stands. I know you’re not ready but I need you to mate with me, Willow. You can’t fight her with our babe growing inside you.” He spoke so fiercely that Willow was taken back for a moment. Again, she felt as though she was in some surreal place like Wonderland and she had no idea which choice was the right one to make.

She could take the pregnancy test and finally discover the truth, she could fight Amy and put that bitch down once and for all, or she could mate with him and be the new Queen of the pack.

But she didn’t want to do any of those things. The only one she found slightly tolerable was fighting Amy. She almost laughed. She’d rather mate with him than take that pregnancy test. She was that terrified of the answer. That her jeans still didn’t fit this morning and she had to wear yoga pants again scared her even more.

“I can see your mind working. Willow, last night you realized something whether you want to admit it or not. I will be great to you. I promise it. Hell I’ll vow it in front of the entire pack if you want.”

A thought occurred to her. Was she really just running from the inevitable? Lyonis seemed to think so, even the pack did. Her sister Lily did. When they spoke to her about the mating, they shrugged and said it’d only be a matter of time before she agreed. Maybe they were right, she thought. Heck she’d been thinking about it since the day she received that will from Papa. She couldn’t leave him now. Although she never wanted to say that aloud, or in front of him, it was the truth. Otherwise she would have left the moment he dragged her here.

Willow didn’t know what surprised her more, that she knew her answer or that she wasn’t scared of it.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Okay.”

Lyonis stepped back, disbelief ridden across his face. “What?”

She looked him straight in the eye with a bravado she didn’t quite feel. “I said yes. I’ll mate with you.” Lyonis stood there for a solid minute, then he picked her up into his arms and swung her around, laughing. Willow couldn’t help it, she laughed too, feeling lighter than she had in a long time.

He set her back down and kissed her. “I can’t wait to announce it to everyone. We will have one helluva celebration come the festival. And there will be no fighting,” he added sternly.

Willow pretended to pout. “Come on, just a little fight. I’ve been practicing my right hook.”

A devilish gleam twinkled in his eye as he wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her against him. “I’d recommend using your knee. I know firsthand how strong it is.”

Willow’s snort turned into a full belly laugh as she remembered kneeing him in the face after they first made love. Slowly their laughter faded away until they were smiling at each other like young lovers. She watched as his face transformed turning slowly into a wicked, hot look.

“What?” Butterflies danced in her stomach.

He picked her up by her hips, walked to the desk, and set her on it. Stepping between her legs, he pressed his arms on either side of her and said, “You owe me.”

Now that was the voice of the Alpha she’d always thought he was. But she knew better now. He was just as giving as he was a taker. Willow remembered the wet licks across her sex from last night and warmed to a passionate flush.

“And what do I owe you exactly?”

His eyes darkened like a thunderstorm, then tracked down to her breasts and sex. Somehow he managed to make her feel naked with that look even though she was fully dressed.

“I’ll show you,” he promised.

* * *

Willow was flipped around in a second. In the next, a hand was at her back pushing her into the desk. She softened her muscles and went with it, confident in his touch that she’d find a secret happiness only found with him.

Pressing his hips into her cheeks, Willow felt the unmistakable evidence of his erection. Her body warmed like she’d been sitting out in the sun, her skin tightening with coiled nerves ready to expend release.

His hands reached under her to fondle her breasts through her shirt. His movements were rough and jerky, reminding her so much of the first times they were together. Instead of fighting it this time, she went with it, ready to enjoy everything he gave her.

With a frustrated growl, Lyonis tugged her shirt up to free her breasts. He found her athletic bra and tugged that up too until her breasts touched the open air of the room. Her nipples were hard before he even touched them.

And touch them he did with hard, rough squeezes that melted her from the inside out. They panted and groaned together like two beasts about to mate in the dark woods at night. He pinched her nipples and tugged on the peaks until she was panting beneath him, waiting for him to do more.

“Lyonis.”

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, my Willow.” His husky, sweet words, accompanied by the masterful touch of his hands, made Willow’s heart feel too big for her chest. His hands spanned her ribcage then tracked down her bare stomach to her hips. He didn’t stop there. He traveled down, grabbing her pants and panties in his fingertips and pulling until they settled around her ankles.

“I’ve dreamed of you like this,” he said, his voice husky with need.

“I bet you have,” she managed to say. He palmed her hips and thighs, her cheeks and stomach with growing fervor.

He chuckled softly. “It’s one thing to take you like this when you’re still fighting me, but an entirely different pleasure to have you willing and accepting.” He pressed dozens of kisses up her spine that spread chills across her until she shivered.

He pulled the tie that bound her hair and pushed it to one side of her shoulder. It was an intimate, sweet ac but Willow knew for him it was a dominating one. A moment later, his lips were at the back of her neck, making her shiver.

Time stopped as his teeth sank into her. She was in an alternate reality where there were no worries of demons, or the past, or of a baby. Here there was only him and her, experiencing each other in the most basic and wonderful of ways.

His bite claimed, marked. It shot rays of pleasure down her spine to her toes, curling them in her shoes. He released her slowly as if it pained him to do so. Willow made a soft sound as his teeth retreated. His lips kissed the mark he made. Her body was on fire as if she’d dropped into an inferno. Her sex dripped with cream, open and ready for him. She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Lyonis, please.”

His hands stilled at her hips, then squeezed in a hard possessive touch that she’d remember for the rest of her days.

The next happened so fast that she wished she could slow down time and remember every second of it. He stood back and she heard the hiss of his zipper, the whoosh of his khaki’s dropping. He kicked open her legs until she was spread for him. She didn’t mind, she actually arched her hips back to him in offering...just as he once said she would. How right he was about so many things.

His hands curled around her bare shoulders and locked tight. She thought she was prepared for it, but she was wrong. He nudged her entrance, then shoved inside.

Their cries meshed in the office, ringing off the walls. She was wet and open but still his big size stretched her to delicious lengths, tingled her nerves, and worked her muscles into a frenzy that she was sure everyone in the town would here when she came.

He didn’t stop moving. He entered her, then began pounding into her mercilessly. Flesh slapped against flesh, cries met groans. She was his captive. Locked in his grip, pushed against the desk with no inch to spare. He simply took and she gave.

He slid in and out in fast, driving strokes. Raw, earthly cries left her throat as the pressure inside her built like trapped steam. He felt it, too. Her pussy tensed around him as if trying to lock him in place, but he wouldn’t be held. He was claiming his mate.

He drove faster, harder until her cheeks jiggled and his gripped tightened around her shoulders to keep her from sliding across the desk.

He kicked open her legs another few inches and she moaned. His sac swung with each thrust, slapping against her swollen clitoris with fast, heavy pulses. It was tormenting, it was wild, and she was lost.

His cock filled her deep then he held himself there. Willow shot apart like fireworks, exploding in a thousand different directions. Her blood boiled, sex tightened then quivered her release to every muscle in her body until, unable to keep it restrained, she screamed. She screamed his name, her pleasure, the intense, overwhelming pressure inside her as the steam released out of her body and into the air around them.

She went limp against the desk, her body a pliable receptacle for him—the ultimate offering. And he took it like a conqueror.

“God, Willow.” It was almost a prayer, a husky vow of amazement from him. He held her tighter and bore down on her, hips slapping loudly against her.

Her sex pulsed and clenched around him with the last vestiges of her orgasm and he rode on that pleasure, driving his own until finally—he met his.

With a guttural shout, he slammed home and shot his hot seed into her. Willow jerked as the streams jetted inside her, hitting her walls and teasing her with the promise of another orgasm. He came for long, long seconds, hips trembling against her backside as he pumped his seed, fingers hanging on for dear life as his shout finally faded.

Willow couldn’t move a muscle. She now knew what it was like to be made of pudding. He released her and she collapsed against the desk, holding on for dear life so she wouldn’t slide into a pull of mush on the floor.

Lyonis pulled out from her, his hands rubbed soothing circles across her back.

“So smooth. So soft. You’re more beautiful to me than you can imagine,” he said softly. Willow might have melted at his sweet words but as it was, she was already melding with the wood of the desk.

His fingers and thumbs rubbed into the already liquefied muscles of her back. Willow sighed as he gently rubbed where his hands had been curled around her shoulders. He never hurt her with his touch, though he’d been unrelenting in holding her down. Slowly, he turned her around and held her against him. It was a good thing too because she swore she still couldn’t stand on her own two feet. Her eyes refused to open. It was as if that one orgasm had completely shut down her body.

“I need a nap.”

His laughter floated over her. “I’ll tuck you in myself, but there’s one more thing I need first.”

Willow blinked and looked up at him. “What?”

He picked her hand from off his chest and place it over his naked crotch. Willow eyebrows shot up and some of the fog that had been draped over her lifted.

“You’re hard.” He gave her a hungry look, nodding.

Then he explained, “You just agreed to be my mate. I’m so hard I feel like I’ve had one pent up orgasm sitting inside me my whole life waiting for this moment. Waiting for you.” Willow’s fingers curled around his hard shaft. The pulsing heat of him, the unbending strength, and the soft skin teased her own desire with sexy possibilities.

However she was too boneless to be much good to him, so she told him so. If anything, his gaze threw even hungrier.

“No worries, mate. I have that all figured out.” Then he pushed her gently and she went to her knees before him. His cock bobbed in front of her lips as if waving for attention.

His eyes traveled over her wildly like a hungry man seeing food for the very first time. He watched her bare breasts paying particular attention to her nipples, then slid down her softly rounded stomach to the apex of her sex. His cock twitched before her, the head darkening to a blush.

“Now suck on my cock, mate.”

Willow might have been up in arms at his order, but that was before. Because now she understood that the moment her mouth wrapped around his cock, he was all hers. She also realized she felt freed in a way. She was no longer bound by her previous, strict notions of him and what they could be together. She had the freedom now to explore, learn, and test new territories. One of which she was about to suck on...happily.

Though, on second thought, her body still felt like a warm pile of butter. The energy it took to give him a blowjob was not entirely appealing to her. She looked up at him with beseeching eyes. After he tore his gaze from her pussy, he laughed.

“Not to worry. I’ve got this under control. All you have to do is help me along.” Willow was still trying to figure out what that meant, when he gripped his cock in his hand and brought the wet tip to her lips. Her tongue darted out and cleaned him of their salty mess. Only more seemed to appear.

“Open your mouth,” he grunted, his voice part beast now with his passion. Willow’s hand reached between her legs and touched herself. She couldn’t refuse it when her core throbbed so hard.

She parted her lips. Lyonis’ face slackened with pleasure, eyes falling to half-mast, wet lips parting. He held his cock and teased her lips with it, coating her lips with his precum.

“Just relax,” he said. “I’ll do the work.” Willow planned on it because she barely had the energy to rub small circles around her clit.

He pushed the head of him past her lips and held it there. Her tongue darted around and traced the salty tip in a lazy circular pattern. He reached for her jaw and cupped her, fingers teasing the loose strands of her hair.

“Relax your jaw,” he said. Willow let her jaw fall open, her tongue resting flat in her mouth.

Then he pushed inside. His girth spread her lips around him. Her tongue glided his way. He pushed inside until he reached the back of her throat, then he paused as a sweat broke out over his forehead.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. Both hands cupped her jaw, held on to her hair as he retreated and pushed back inside, thrusting slowly but surely. Willow’s tongue tasted ecstasy. Tasted the saltiness from his release in her body, the creaminess from her own and together it combined into a delicious, sexy flavor unlike anything she’d ever tasted before.

His strokes quickly became faster. He began thrusting into her mouth as he’d done to her over the desk. It didn’t hurt; in fact, she felt no strain on her jaw, since she stayed relaxed. He watched her with raw passion, mesmerized as if she was giving him some special gift. She supposed she was in a way.

He worked his cock in and out of her mouth, his strokes becoming more impatient as his need built up. Willow circled her clit faster as her own release neared. Soft moans left her throat and vibrated around his cock. He threw back his head as if unable to hold it up any longer.

The soft steel of him passed over her tongue repeatedly, growing faster until she felt the crisp hairs of his groin pressing against her lips again and again. His cock swelled inside her mouth, pushing her lips even further. His groans became frequent, the hands in her hair tightened harder and she knew he was near.

Her hips jerked against her hand with the onslaught of her release. Lyonis took her mouth until finally she felt the short burst of precum coating her tongue. She swallowed it, her throat and mouth tightening over his cock, and then he lost it—and so did she.

He pushed deep as his cock exploded in her mouth. Hot streams of cum shot inside her in hot squirts. Willow rubbed her clit furiously and moaned over the cock stuffing her mouth as her orgasm came crashing through her. She jerked and shuddered and still he held her head close, never letting up as he came hard inside her.

She swallowed as the thick deluges kept coming. Then together they finished, bodies sagging with relief. He pulled his cock out with a wet pop then teetered on his feet as if he might fall. Willow laughed and tugged on his hand until he came down beside her.

Then together they fell asleep on the office floor.