Текст книги "Bonds of Fire"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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He’d be sweet and generous that she knew already. He’d been kind to her from the beginning. How far would it go before she was forced to kneel at his feet and eat out of his bare hand? He was incredibly forceful and cocky too; that was always bad.
His eyes popped open and a grin spread across his face. “Staring, wife?”
She glared back. “Fuck no. Just thinking.” She turned away, a throbbing pain instantly flaring up in her temples. Great. Just what she needed, a headache.
“It’s all right to look at your future mate and husband, Willow. You’ll be doing more than that soon enough.” She heard the laughter in his voice and she just couldn’t take it anymore. Spinning around in her seat, Willow slapped him clear across the cheek.
For a split second afterwards, she froze in fear. But then he dissolved into belly shaking laughter that left her glaring at him.
“I look forward to our years together, Willow. You will be a lot of fun.”
Willow bit down on her lip to keep from saying she wasn’t a toy, that they wouldn’t be having years together, because his hand snaked around her neck and pulled her close. His mouth came down firm and devastating, exciting all the cells in her bloody to a happy boil. When he pulled back, his tongue lingered in her mouth.
“Much fun, Willow.”
With that, Willow was left to her thoughts and her fiery blood.
Chapter 7
Willow had never been so nervous in her life.
The flight was long and tiring and she’d ignored all of Lyonis’ attempts at conversation after that brief kiss. Her plan A had been to flee at the airport and grab a taxi outside but he watched her like a hawk, dragging her through the airport. She had a feeling if he could have gotten away with handcuffing her to him, he would have.
Now she was in sitting in the back of an SUV with him and two guards in the front seat. They were already on his land. It didn’t take long to get here. Her gut was tight with worry; she couldn’t fight the grimace on her face. Was this what Chloe felt like when she had one of her “gut feelings?” Because it was hell.
They drove up a long, winding dirt path. On either side of the road was a dense thicket of trees. A shapeshifter’s heaven, she supposed. And her hell.
As if it wasn’t bad enough that his pack was located in Oklahoma, on who knew how many acres of land, now she was going to be introduced to his pack. A sudden grin broke out on her face. How was he going to explain this? How would they react when they saw that she didn’t want him or to be here. If she were lucky maybe someone would help her escape.
They broke through the trees and pulled into...
“You have your own town?” she sputtered. Lyonis turned to her with a smile.
“A small one yes, but it serves our needs. We didn’t always have one but after some hostility with the local humans, we decided it’d be best to start a few of our own businesses. We simply built around it.”
Willow shook her head in amazement. “A bar, restaurants, clothing stores, craft stores.”
“Of course people go into Muskogee if they need anything or want to get out just like anyone does. This is just convenient for us and has helped us to earn revenue to keep repairs up on the houses.”
“The houses...”
“Yeah, see over there,” he said, pointing out to the left. “Our community lives there. Most packs keep a community so we can live together.”
Willow could only nod slowly as she took in the subdivision-style homes. The houses were all different. Some were suburban looking, others were ranch styles, and a few were cabins. Each of them had a gracious amount of yard with plenty of distance between them to be both private and not too far away.
Willow had never been to a pack before. She had no idea their community was so...homey. There was one other thing she noticed as she took everything in.
“Where is everyone?”
The town was dead. A few cars were parked in front of the shops and homes but there were no children out playing, no one walking, not even the sound of a dog barking. So much for a normal community.
“Waiting for us.”
“Say what?” Willow spun to face him. A frown marred his mouth.
“The pack is expecting us. They’ll be ready to greet their new queen.” Willow glared at him.
“I am not their queen.”
“Yet,” he added with a smile. Willow didn’t argue with him because her gut twisted with nerves.
They pulled in front of a large white building with double-sided front doors. Dozens of cars were parked out front. Hell they were all probably waiting for them inside. One happy celebration.
They came to a stop and the guards got out, leaving her alone with Lyonis. He turned to her and she saw happiness in his eyes. He was happy to be back home. Hell, he was happy to be introducing her. A small part of her wished she was happy too, but she didn’t know this man or anything about him other than on a physical level. He was trying to strap her to him like a ball and chain.
“Nervous?” he asked.
“Like I’m about to go give a speech in front of the whole world.” He chuckled and grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. The touch made her swallow hard before she tugged her hand back.
“You don’t have to be nervous. They are excited to meet you.”
“Yeah, I bet.” She wished she hadn’t pulled her hand away now because that one touch made her feel a little bit safer. “Let’s just get this over with.”
They got out of the SUV and walked to the tall, ominous doors. Willow closed her eyes. What’s the big deal? It wasn’t like she was going to stay here.
She had no chance to prepare herself or even take a deep breath because Lyonis swung open the doors and dragged her inside to a quiet, staring audience. Dozens of scrutinizing gazes landed directly on her.
Willow lifted her chin and stared back. Dammit, if she could summon a demon, she could stand in front of a bunch of strangers.
Lyonis threw open his arms to encompass the crowd and announced, “I’m home!”
The pack erupted into smiles and cheers. All except for one woman. Willow’s eyes narrowed on her because she stared at her like she was some disgusting insect she wanted to squash. She didn’t clap nor cheer at her Alpha. Willow smirked and went to flip her the bird when Lyonis grabbed her hand and raised her arm into the air.
“I’ve brought back something special,” he said to the quieting crowd. “Much to my surprise, on my hunt to find the succubus that my dear friend Francis Bellum left to me, I have in fact found something much greater.”
All cheers ceased completely. The Alpha grinned, his eyes nearly bursting with happiness. Willow yanked on her hand to pull it back, but he held tighter.
“Everyone, I would like you to meet your new queen. Willow Marie Bellum.”
The crowd glanced at one another, then slowly, awkwardly started clapping.
“See, I told you they wouldn’t be happy about this,” she hissed. Lyonis smiled at her.
“It will take time. They will want to get to know you. This is the first step to full acceptance.”
“But she isn’t a shifter,” argued the blond-haired female who stared nails into her head.
Lyonis nodded. “It’s true. She is a succubus. But as all of you who are mated know, once you find your mate there is no changing it. There is no denying it, and it cannot be resisted.” The last part he said straight to her, in a low, husky voice. A shiver raced up her spine. Her face threatened to burst with a blush, and she prayed no one noticed her reaction. It won’t really help her escape plans if people thought she actually liked the Alpha.
“Why doesn’t she speak?” yelled someone in the audience.
“He’s been keeping her mouth too busy,” another man yelled out. The audience burst into laughter and Willow glared at Lyonis who laughed along with them. He shrugged at her and winked.
“They like you already. Willow and I have had a long trip. Tomorrow, first thing, we’ll get caught up. Jackie and Thane...” he said searching the crowd. Two people stepped forward. They had a look about them that said they could easily fight in a brawl and come out on top.
“Yes, Sir?” the one named Jackie said. She wore her ginger hair pulled back into a tight ponytail with a black tank top, shorts, and sneakers. Willow liked her already.
“You two in my office first thing. We have a lot to do discuss.”
“Yes, Sir,” the one named Thane said. He had long hair too; it was dark as night and complemented his tanned skin and hawkish nose perfectly.
“Goodnight, everyone. It is good to be home!” The crowd erupted in cheers as he led her away. “Time to go home.” He pushed her into the SUB when she didn’t get in on her own.
“Great idea. I happen to live in Florida, not that you’d care about that, and I’d like to go home now. So if you could just pull back over. I’ll happily get out of your hair.”
Lyonis’ mouth pulled into a hard line. For once he didn’t laugh or smile at her. “You put me in a difficult spot, Willow.” She turned slowly to him as her jaw fell open.
“I put you in a difficult spot. You have kidnapped me, which is against the law. You have taken my body when I didn’t want it—”
He slammed on the breaks. She flung forward in her seat. He faced her in a flash of anger. “Don’t you dare lie. You wanted me just as badly as I wanted you, maybe even more with that new moon affecting your body. Don’t you dare twist what happened between us into something else.” Willow slowly peeled herself off the air bag. It was on the verge of her tongue to apologize. He was right. She didn’t like it but he was right. She could have said a stern no to him back in Europe and she knew he’d back away, but she’d wanted him so badly.
“I—okay.” He tilted his head at her.
“That’s it? ‘Okay?’”
She gave him a tight smile and nodded once. Slowly, his lips pulled up until a broad smile that covered his face, popping that cute little dimple on his left cheek.
“Is it that hard for you?”
“Is what hard for me?”
“Apologizing,” he said simply. Willow gave him a disgusted look and turned her back on him. His laughter flowed over her like a caress. “You are one interesting woman, Willow. You and I will have great times together. I look forward to it,” he said softly.
Willow wrapped her arms around herself as a wave of sadness came over her. She wasn’t going to have a life with him. Even though a small part of her was slightly curious to know more about this male and his pack. She couldn’t do it, though. She couldn’t live the submissive lifestyle he required. She’d already tried it with David. Not no, but hell no. She learned her lesson in pain and humiliation already.
He pulled onto the road and soon they were at a rustic log cabin at the end of all the homes. His house sat back from everyone else’s as if he could watch over the others if he wanted to. It also sat near the edge of the forest. If she was lucky she might be able to escape through there. Already her spirits were lifting.
She grabbed her backpack from the back seat, followed him inside, and was surprised to find that his home was...nice. It was clean but with comfortable touches and lots of sofas and couches as if he was used to having people over.
“Shall I take you on the tour of the house?” She nodded because she was curious to see the rest of it. He led her into the kitchen and her brows rose to her hairline.
She let out a whistle. “This is nice. You do a lot of cooking?” He practically puffed up at the comment. The kitchen was filled with stainless steel appliances, a large island with a granite countertop, and a hanging potholder above it. There were cabinets lining three of the walls with glass windows on the front of them. She saw an arrangement of plates, glasses, and bowls that looked brand new.
“Yeah, we have a lot of gatherings and everyone does their share of cooking for it. After you become my wife, you can help me out in the kitchen.”
Willow snorted. “I don’t cook.” She crossed her arms at his laughter. “And I’m not going to be your wife.” His laughter died, then he was coming towards her. Willow refused to step back and show any sign of fear even though her heart was suddenly in her throat.
“Then I look forward to proving you wrong.” He loomed over her, a sensual presence that reminded her of the way his lips felt against hers, the way her body melted when he sunk his teeth into her neck. His eyes turned dark and erotic. She didn’t see him move but suddenly her back was pressed into the kitchen wall; his hands holding her hips.
Slowly, he bent towards her as he pulled her body into his. Her lips felt dry and in need of something. Her breasts pushed against his chest and tightened almost painfully in need. His hand came up to her chin, fingers trailing up her jaw in a gentle caress. Then his lips caught hers.
Willow let him because for those few precious seconds, she didn’t want anything more in life. His warm tongue teased the seam of her lips and coaxed them as if he was asking for permission. A part of her struggled to recall her wills, her strength.
She pulled back, mere inches separating their ragged breathing. The warm, wet heat of him lingered on her cooling lips.
As his eyes flickered over her eyes and lips with a hunger she was starting to understand all too well, he suddenly pulled back. Willow blinked, stunned.
“Come on,” he said gruffly and pulled her up the stairs and into a bedroom. Willow froze.
“I’m not sleeping with you.” She started out of the room but he grabbed her hand and in a dance-like move, spun her into his arms. Then his lips were at her neck, scalding her as he kissed along her pulse. Please don’t let him feel how fast it is, she prayed.
“Yes, you are, my Willow. Every night for the rest of your life. Whether you accept it or not, you’re mine. I have extra guards stationed outside. You will not get away from me now.” Her eyes snapped open and she pushed hard against his chest. He moved away with that damn grin on his face.
She barely restrained the urge to hit him. Guards would put a damper on her escape plans, but she’d outrun the great Alpha for several days, she was certain she could get by a few measly guards.
“Fine,” she said with a sugary smile, “but I’m still not sleeping in that bed with you.” For the first time since she met him, she watched him clench his jaw side to side. As soon as he did it he stopped and once again was relaxed. His bright eyes landed on her, rooting her in place.
Softly he said, “You will sleep in that bed with me.” Chills broke out over her arms. She heard the underlying threat in his words. Just what would he do? If he thought he could challenge her and win, he was wrong. She was born to win.
“I’m taking the couch.” She turned but didn’t even have time to take a step when suddenly he was in front of her. He tackled her legs and lifted her into a fireman’s hold. Willow sputtered as she struggled against his firm hold.
“The bed, with me, every night.” He threw her on the bed and tossed a leg over her waist to hold her down. She wheezed in air. Dammit, it was like having a tree fall on her. He picked up the corner of the comforter and tore it into long, thick pieces.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Tying you up.” She let out a fierce growl and struggled hard beneath his leg. He didn’t move an inch. She moved to slap him but he caught each of her wrists and began tying them together.
Suddenly she froze. He did too at that exact moment. Their eyes met as they both remembered. Her breath quickened and she felt a blush warming her cheeks.
She turned her face away from him and closed her eyes in shame. She was weak around him. How was it she couldn’t even control something as simple as her body’s reaction? She walked when she wanted to walk; she yelled when she wanted that. But she couldn’t keep her body’s reaction under control as she remembered the way he’d taken her in that club.
Hot liquid pooled deep within her. She clamped her thighs together to keep it at bay. He bent down over her and she was nearly shaking with anticipation. How much she actually wanted his touch scared her more than any demon could.
His teeth latched onto her neck and the moan she let out couldn’t be stopped. Need grabbed hold of her with hard, unrelenting hands.
“Willow.” His voice was liquid smoke, husky and thrilling. She shivered at his breath blowing against her. Then his leg lifted off her.
He picked her up and tossed her further up on the bed, her head bounced off the pillow like a ragdoll. He knelt on the bed and crawled towards her. Some semblance of reality came through.
“Don’t,” she begged. He stopped moving but his eyes didn’t. They trailed over her breasts, stomach, and thighs as if he was picturing everything underneath.
Coming to a stand, he started pulling off his clothes. Willow tensed, tried to look away, but couldn’t. She’d denied herself the pleasure of this in the Russian hotel and her eyes wouldn’t miss it now.
His shoulders and chest were sculpted with lean, hard muscles. His chest was covered in a dusky layer of light brown hair. When he dropped his pants, Willow twisted on the bed.
He was long and thick and pointed up. He finished taking off his clothes and merely stood, watching her with dark, intense eyes. When his hand fisted his cock, she gasped. Watching her all the while, he dragged his hand up and down his cock. Her body tightened as if he was touching her; as if her body was preparing herself for that cock.
He came around to the other side of the bed, his hand still pumping up and down. He reached her side and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“Do you remember all the things I promised to do to you once I got you here?” Willow shook her head, trying to draw herself back to reality. All she could think about though was what he’d promised to do to her.
“Yes,” she answered her voice tight.
His other hand reached down and cupped the heavy sac between his legs, rolling, and squeezing the flesh. Willow panted; her nipples tightening into points so hard they hurt. She watched him, entranced, as he squeezed his cock hard and dragged his hand up and down, slowly. The skin bunched and pulled until a white drop formed at the slit tip of him.
“I’m going to do all of that, Willow,” he said darkly. “I’m going to feed you my cock and fill your mouth. I’ll have you on your knees before me, pleasuring me like a good wife does. I’ll have you with your ass raised to me so I can feel your luscious ass as I take you.”
“No,” she whispered raggedly as a flood of hot cream dampened her panties. Her core throbbed, her slick channel weeping at its emptiness. She clamped her thighs together to keep him from scenting her arousal, from knowing what he was doing to her.
“I don’t want you.”
His hands dropped to his sides, then he was looming over her—a feral animal about to pounce. Willow shrank against the bed, but his hands moved and gripped the top of her shirt.
“What are you—?”
Riiip.
The shirt fell off her body. Willow sputtered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He gripped her athletic bra next and tore that.
Her breasts met cold air a moment before his mouth latched onto a hard, achy nipple. She melted like warm butter. Her breasts were so sensitive, so ready to be touched. He wet her nipple, flicked it ruthlessly, before drawing her breast into his mouth. Her breasts were tight, nipples so hard that the touch bordered on sweet pain.
“Ah!”
Her tied wrists came across his back, fingers scratching at him. A soft growl caught her ears and she realized he was growling against her. This was madness, dammit. This wasn’t what she wanted.
“Stop,” she panted. “Stop.”
Her stomach quivered as a big hot hand rested against her. Slowly it traveled down her naked skin to the band of her pants. Even as he gripped the material with both hands, her nipple deep in the hot cavern of his mouth, he tore them off.
Her panties and socks were all that were left. His eyes ran hot and wild over her every inch of her skin. He didn’t miss the blush at her chest or the goose bumps across her arms. Willow wanted to fight this, but she’d never felt anything like this. Nothing close to the intense pleasure he could give her with the simplest of touches. Her body treated each touch, each lick like a drug that it wanted more and more of.
He reached down and tugged one sock off then the other. He kissed the top of one foot before reaching for her waist.
Willow had one last try at sanity. “Wait, no. Please.” God, she was begging now. She also didn’t want to lose her panties because then he would know for sure how much his touch effected her—how wet she was for him.
With a harsh growl, he tore away from her. He came up besides her, standing over her. “I told you what I would have of you once you came back with me. I warned you. I will give you a choice.”
His fisted his cock once again; the tip even wetter than before, the color darker along his shaft. He stroked over the head, dragging his skin up and over it. Willow watched, entranced.
“You can either get down on your knees right now and suck me, spread your sweet thighs right now for me, or turn around and lift your ass for me. Choose.”
Willow’s heart raced frantically, her eyes fell all across the room as she fought to think and choose.
“Time’s up,” he said. Willow gasped as suddenly he was pulling her off the bed, pushing her onto her knees before him. Her tied hands fell into her bare lap and that simple touch made her realize just how close she was to her slick core. How close she was to coming. It was harder than it should have been to resist touching herself.
He grasped her jaw as he stood before her. His thumbs exerted pressure on her chin until her lips parted. He made a satisfied, male sound and then his cock was at her lips. She watched him, saw the raw hunger etched in the lines of his face, felt it in the strength of his hands. She swallowed hard and knew...she wanted this.
Heart racing with fear at the thought, Willow ignored every protest, every warning her heart was sending her, and let her body feel. This was just sex; she would still leave. It changed nothing.
Her jaw fell open with the force of his cock pushing in. Her tongue wet the underside of him; her lips surrounded his wide girth. An ache bloomed in her jaw and cheeks from his size but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the ache in her loins.
Breathing ragged, he pressed in deep and slow. When he started to retreat, she couldn’t help but rub her tongue against him. It must be her new sexual hunger, the fact that she was fully succubus now, because she wanted this with a scary desperation. If only just to feed her. His orgasm would carry her for at least a day, logic argued.
He started to thrust in her mouth. Slowly his hands fell into her hair, holding her as she sucked him deeply into her throat. A strange feeling came over her, roaring above the hot need inside her—the urge to please. She found herself tightening her lips over him, tonguing him, sucking him in until he was groaning and moving faster.
She couldn’t stop it any longer. Her fingers reached between her bare legs and touched her wet sex. She wasted no time in finding her silky, wet bud. She circled it again and again, as pleasure drenched her. She moaned at the hot steel of him taking her mouth. He bumped the back of her throat as she breathed hard through her nose.
Suddenly his hands clenched in her hair, the touch sensual as he pulled on the strands. He cried a hoarse sound, and then grew hotter, thicker in her mouth.
A raw shout left him. Then hot salty streams jetted in her mouth as he pumped fiercely. Willow rubbed her own sex faster, desperate to come with him. But he softened in her mouth, pulling out slowly.
“You’ll be a great wife.”
Willow snapped her eyes to him and bared her teeth. “Fuck you.” A slow, lazy smile crossed his face. Quickly he ducked down, lifted her, tossing her on the bed.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” His eyes burning over her body. His soft cock twitched wetly against his thigh as if trying to decide whether to rise again or not.
“No,” she answered fiercely.
He shrugged then climbed over her to the other side of the bed. He yawned loudly then tucked a pillow under his head. A second later he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her next to him.
“Thank you for your mouth, sica tawicue.” He yawned again like a bear waking from hibernation then soon his breathing deepened.
Willow was left to wallow in her thoughts and stare at the man who was starting to grate slightly less on her. Slightly. Her body pulsed with unachieved need. She had a feeling that if she’d ask him to give her what she needed, he’d have done it with a smile on his face. No way could she bring herself to do that. Not after his nasty little reminder. Wife.
She snorted. Yeah, right.
She wouldn’t be escaping tonight. She’d have to wait until his guard was down. Until the guard outside wasn’t watching for her. Then she would lose him. Her heart twinged painfully and she rubbed a hand over it. Was she beginning to care for him?
She looked down at her tied wrists and thought, nope.
