Текст книги "Bonds of Fire"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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God dammit. “I know that. That wasn’t what this was about.”

She cocked a brow. “Oh really, then what was this about?” She crossed her arms and stared at him.

Thane threw up his hands in defeat. “Never mind. I was just trying to pay you a compliment. Obviously your hard ass is too good for that.” He walked around her to leave.

“The next time you want to flirt, pick a submissive. At least she will be flattered by your...charms,” she said after him. That tic picked up again at his eye. Thane turned just in time to see her giving him her back.

Thane’s eyes flicked over her once. “At least she would know how to please a man.” He saw her back straighten and instantly hated himself.

Whatever. He gave as good as he got; that was his motto. Why should she be any different? He turned back and left her alone.

Chapter 12

Lyonis wrapped up his workout as his lieutenants came into the room. Grabbing a towel, he wiped the sweat from his face. He noticed the tension between Jackie and Thane right away.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have a situation,” Jackie said. Lyonis’ gut tightened with fear.

“Willow?”

Thane shook his head. “No, the McLannahans reported their daughter missing this morning.”

Lyonis’ brows shot up. “Stephanie?”

Jackie nodded grimly. “Apparently she went for a run last night and never came back.”

“Organize a search party, check the town, hell check the whole city.”

Nodding, Jackie hesitated. “Sir, but we don’t have enough guards with the ones watching your...Willow.”

“Use them. With that vampire Draven here, she has her own guard. Find Stephanie, see if anyone else was out running last night and saw her.”

“We’ll take care of it,” Thane said then ran out of the room with Jackie on his heels.

His mood infinitely diminished, Lyonis left the gym and headed to the McLannahans. When he arrived, there were already other pack members visiting the distraught family. Stephanie’s mother, Laura, rushed to him with tears in her eyes.

“Alpha Lyonis, she’s gone. She’s gone!” A harsh sob left her as she broke down. Lyonis held her close to him. Nothing he could do would soothe her now, unless they found Stephanie alive.

“Tell me everything that happened.” Her mate Rick came forward and pulled his wife into his arms.

“Stephanie said she wanted to go out for a wolf run last night along the pass. It was about ten o’clock when she left—she never came back.” His wife cried harder and squeezed him tightly.

“Has she been seeing anyone, dating anyone she’d want to sneak off with?”

“Not that we’re aware of,” Rick said. “She said she was stressed about some school work but that was it.”

Lyonis came forward and embraced both of them. When a tragedy happened in the pack, all of them felt it as if it were their own child that was missing. He pulled back with promises that the guards were out searching for her right now.

“I will find her,” he promised. Rick nodded grimly, his face etched with pain.

Lyonis started back to his truck when a hard voice stopped him. “Your mate should be here to comfort the family.”

Lyonis slowly turned around, not surprised that it was Amy who’d spoken. The entire pack watched them both with wide eyes. Very few dared to use such an attitude with their Alpha, let alone question his mate. That she was only bitter because she’d pursued him for years almost made him angry enough to shout. As his father had taught him though, one cannot rule in anger; one cannot lead a pack with rage in the heart.

Lyonis spoke calmly even though her nasty attitude made him want to reprimand her. “Willow has not yet taken that step with me, but she will. She is still unaccustomed to our ways.”

Amy’s eye narrowed with a flare of victory. “Because she isn’t one of us! She’s isn’t a shapeshifter.” Lyonis nodded in agreement.

“Yet the bond I feel for her can no more be ignored than the moon rising each night. I hope that one day you will feel the same thing, Amy. Let’s try to focus on what’s really important right now. A pack member is missing.”

Her mouth clamped shut as a mortified blush stole over her. Lyonis got into his truck and took off for home.

* * *

There was that sound again.

“Stop it,” Willow grumbled. She snuggled deeper into the fluffy covers but the sound only got louder, more persistent.

With a growl, she tossed back the covers and stomped downstairs to the front door.

Throwing it open she yelled, “What?”

Some man was there, one she’d never seen before. He didn’t look like a shapeshifter but had long platinum blond hair that nearly reached his waist and an aristocratic nose with slender lips. He was handsome in a stark, aristocratic kind of way.

He smiled wryly. “Willow Bellum, I take it.”

She smiled sarcastically back. “Indeed.”

He chuckled at her and her shoulders started to relax from their tense position. “My name is Draven. I was sent here as your own special guardian by Chloe and Tyrian.” Willow crossed her arms and started tapping her foot on the ground.

“Oh really? As if I don’t have enough guards watching me around here let alone some Alpha hounding me.”

He only shrugged. “I don’t want to be here either, but I have my orders. I’m staying in one of the guesthouses on Fifth Street in case you need me. I’ll be around often, so if you need me just say my name.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to have any privacy around here with a posse following me around?” His lips twitched with a smile.

“I have some good news in that regard. See I work directly under Commander Tyrian because I’m half demon.”

Willow scrubbed a hand over her face. Obviously it was too early in the morning. “Say what? He kills demons for a living.”

“Nah, we have rules of engagement for that sort of thing. We mostly just push them back under the rift. See, I have a special ability thanks to my demon mother.”

His hand reached out and Willow jumped back. She frowned at his grin but he only touched the door with his hand fingers spread wide. Willow’s jaw dropped as the door disappeared completely before her eyes.

“What the fuck,” she said astonished. He pulled his hand back but still the door was gone leaving only an empty doorframe.

He grinned at her. “Go ahead, touch it.” She cast him a quick glance and thought that’s what she said with a chuckle.

Reaching out hesitantly, she gasped as she felt the hard of the door. “You turned it invisible,” she said with wonder. She felt all around, finding the doorknob and peephole, but to her eyes she was patting an invisible space.

“Yes.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Yah, it is. So I’ll be around and literally you won’t see me.”

“Is that really necessary though?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes, if any of the shapeshifters are dangerous I’ll be able to see it before it happens. So as I said before, just say my name and I’ll hear it if you need me.” Draven touched the door once more and it reappeared before she could blink. Wow.

Willow sighed. “I guess this is better than the damn shapeshifters watching me behind the corners.” She peeked her head over Draven’s shoulder and yelled, “I see you over there!” Draven turned around to see the guard’s watching the house laughing.

The roar of a truck pulling into a drive had butterflies spinning in Willow’s stomach.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Remember, just say my name.” Willow nodded but her eyes were on the Alpha in the truck. After a small fight last night where he threatened to chain her again if she didn’t sleep in the same bed, Willow had finally given up and slept next to him.

Of course, the man couldn’t sleep like any normal person but had to friggen’ spoon next to her and wrap his whole body around her. But he hadn’t pressed her for sex for which she was relieved. Then this morning, he was gone before she’d even woken up. A frown tugged at her lips.

What the hell was she supposed to do anymore? He wanted to keep her; she wanted to go. If she left, he’d hunt her down and drag her back. That much she knew. If she did manage to escape and evade him—for the rest of her life—then he’d never be able to be with another woman. Would never have kids or a wife because of her. Willow curled her hand into a fist and thumped it against the wall. Why her? She didn’t want this task.

Lyonis stepped out of his truck with a grim look on his face. Willow was walking to him before she knew it.

“What’s wrong?” She’d never seen him look like this—so distraught. He was always smiling or grinning, happy and free.

“One of the pack members has gone missing.” Willow’s mind raced through all the members she’d met the other day.

“Oh my God, who was it?”

“Stephanie McLannahan.” Willow froze. His eyes narrowed on hers. “You met her? Ah, damn,” he muttered and pulled her close.

Willow didn’t fight it, couldn’t as her mind tried to process his words. Stephanie was the girl she talked to while her cursed Chihuahua humped her leg.

“What happened?”

“Her parents say she went out for a wolf run last night but never came back. I have a search party out there right now. We’ll find her.” Willow heard the promise in his voice and knew he’d stop at nothing until his pack was whole again.

She pulled away, rubbing at her cold arms. “I need to go see them. I need to go talk to them.” Lyonis hid his surprise—barely.

“You can take my truck if you want.” Her eyes jerked to his, astonished.

“You’d trust me not to leave?” He couldn’t stop from grinning.

“Not at all but the guards are on high alert today and we have a special guard tracking just you. This could be a great sign of trust,” he said and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close.

Her eyes dropped to his mouth and whether she realized it or not, she thrust her chest against him in a tempting way. She may not like him and what he stood for, but she wanted him. It would be enough for now, but Lyonis never accepted half of what he could have. He’d have her heart and her body, and he’d never let it go.

Sweeping down, he pressed a kiss to her soft lips then stepped away quickly.

“Go, they need you.”

Her head bobbed and then she jumped into his truck and pulled away. Lyonis’ heart felt lighter for the first time all day. Willow didn’t know it, but she’d just taken the first big step into becoming his mate.

Chapter 13

Willow awoke with a clammy sweat covering her skin. Groaning, she pushed the Alpha’s heavy arm off her. She sat up and the room spun around her. Dammit. When was the last time she’d fed?

Yesterday had been a sad day around the pack and Lyonis hadn’t pursued her. Everyone in the pack had been morose since Stephanie went missing.

Last night when Lyonis returned from helping the search party, they still hadn’t found her. Not even a clue as to what happened to her or where she was.

Willow pushed the sad thoughts aside. She was on the second day and was starting to feel the effects from not feeding. Willow glanced over at the Alpha sleeping quietly next to her. A small furrow pulled at his brows that hadn’t been there before.

Oh God. She was already starting to notice small things like that. She was losing it. Looking down, she grimaced at the sight of her hard nipples against her t-shirt. They felt chafed against the abrasive material. Willow tore off the shirt before she thought twice about it.

All right, she thought, lying back on the bed. She needed sex of some kind. He’d help her with that little thing, she knew. What had her sisters said when they came to visit? Use him as much as needed, as much as possible. Willow almost snorted. Truly, she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to live this kind of life. Being a succubus sucked.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She was strong, tough even. She’d bested him before but now she wasn’t so sure if she could run anymore. She could best him in another way, but this? She didn’t know.

Her mind wandered back to that night in Germany—the night of her new moon. He’d asked her what she pictured while she pleasured herself. He’d finally guessed right when he said all the things involving her being on top, her being in charge.

A lick of desire swept through her. She could do this. She could conquer the Alpha; her core throbbed at the thought making her squeeze her legs together to reign in the arousal. She would conquer him, make him her submissive.

A nasty thought reared its ugly head. It won’t erase the past. Willow stiffened with anger and pain. Fuck you, she thought bitterly. Maybe it won’t but it was worth a try. It was worth finding out. Her eyes watered but she scrubbed them away with hard hands.

Turning to her side, she watched the sleeping Alpha. He was incredibly handsome; there was no doubt about that. Perhaps in another lifetime, if she wasn’t who she was and had gone through what she had, she could appreciate his smiles more. A part of her actually wanted that.

Then Willow took a steadying breath and leaned over the Alpha, ready to do something she’d never thought she’d do.

* * *

An erotic sucking sensation brought Lyonis awake as quick as if a bucket of ice water had doused him. Alert instantly, he looked down his naked body to find his future mate gently sucking the tip of his cock.

“Willow,” he said, his voice hoarse from sleep. She made a delicious humming sound bobbed down over his cock. He groaned and reached for her. But as he moved his arms, he felt a tug bring them to a definitive stop.

“What the hell...” he muttered looking up to see his arms tied with thick rope to the bedpost. Unease flitted through him. “What’s the meaning of this, Willow?” He had a hard time speaking because her hand joined the mix and pumped up and down his cock.

Slowly she pulled back for air and said, “I need to feed.” She said it so simply before sucking the head of him back into the hot cavern of her mouth.

Anger mixed with arousal. He snapped at her, surprising himself. “I am not your sub, mate. Undo these now before I shift and break them myself.” She pulled back and climbed up his body in a sexy crawl.

She leaned close and he saw the flickering of anger there. “Do it and I’ll stop. We do this my way or we don’t do it at all.”

Lyonis twisted his hands against the thick rope. He could shift and tear these things off easily, but a part of him held back. He saw something in her eyes, some gentle beseeching look. She looked so vulnerable, and then in a blink it was gone.

Lyonis gritted his teeth with the need to take, the need to tear through the shackles and master her. Somehow he tampered it down because of that fragile look in her eyes. He needed to learn what it was, needed to fix it so she may wholly accept him as her mate. She should never have to look at him with those broken eyes again.

Leaning forward, his lips a breath away, he growled, “Then sit on my cock, sica tawicue.” Her eyes flared with heat and desire.

He didn’t expect her to listen, but she did. She climbed over his hips then began to torture him in a way that would surely kill him.

Her lithe body, supple with muscle and curves, tan from sunlight, leaned against him, her mouth searching for his throat. He tightened instinctually, arms flexing against the binds as her lips and teeth found his throat. At the first bite, he was shaking with the need to toss her down and mount her. Her bite was an Alpha’s bite, dominating, meant to put him in his place. She opened wide and bit down, sinking her teeth in until his skin filled her mouth. Did she even realize what she was doing? She released him and only then could he breath normally again.

Her tongue licked a path down his chest where she scattered kisses across it. Lyonis slammed his eyes shut at the feeling of uselessness, at the helplessness that assaulted him; it went against everything he was.

She found his nipple and kissed it until it hardened under her soft, warm lips. She teased it with her tongue and his cock raged against her inner thigh like a throbbing pulse. He growled at her, a reprimand but he only felt her smile against him.

“Touch me,” he said huskily. She moved to the other nipple and flicked it until his balls weighed heavily between his legs.

“I am.” He could hear the smile in her voice and wanted to snap the damn rope. A part of him recognized that she needed this. Needed him this way. With shaking arms, he kept still as she kissed across his chest, stroked up and down his sides and stomach.

“Lovely,” she breathed. A part of him was thrilled that his mate was finally, willingly, touching him.

“My cock,” he choked. God he needed her touch there more than his next breath. Her soft laughter breathed against his neck as she pressed her lips there. Soft, warm hands enveloped his cock and his breath froze in his lungs. She squeezed him in her double-fisted grip then stroked him up and down.

“Is this what you wanted?” she teased. Lyonis almost groaned. Who was this playful vixen? He didn’t know but he was starting to like this side of her.

“Not exactly.” She squeezed the head of him and wet her palm with his leaking cum. It was incredible even as it bordered on painful.

“Oh?” Her voice was sweet as an angel’s. “How so?” She reached further down and cupped his sac in her palm, rolling and molding the flesh to her hand. It was on the tip of his tongue to respond but then she started pumping him faster. He bit his lip hard to keep from blowing his load right there.

“Sit on my cock now, Willow, before I tear through these fucking ropes and take you how I want.” Her eyes lit up with heat, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“And how do you want it, Lyonis?” He did groan this time, his balls pulling tight at the sound of his name from her. God, was that the first time she’d ever called anything other than Alpha? He liked it—a lot.

“I want to toss you on your hands and knees and take you with your hair in my hand, your ass cradling cock.” He watched the desire glow in her eyes and triumph filled him. She did want that. He planned to deliver on it too.

She worked his cock faster, the moisture from the leaking tip smoothing the way. Breathing became difficult as his release neared. The sight of her bare above him, breasts shaking, nipples hard, sent him even closer to the ledge.

“Going to come,” he growled, throwing his head back, body tightening like a bowstring. Her soft pants teased his ears; her soft thighs quivered and tensed tightly on either side of his. She kept pumping him as his cock grew thicker in her hand. A harsh groan left him as his cum boiled in his balls and started to shoot up through his body.

Then her hands were gone. Gasping, shaking on the verge of release, Lyonis glared at the hungry satisfaction in her eyes. His release flowed back down, his cock a stiff mass in front of her.

“You little—”

Her soft hands settled on his chest then she lifted her core above him. Poised above him, she nestled his hard tip at her core. They both hissed as she slowly sat on him. He felt her tissues spread to accommodate him. She was wet and hot, soft everywhere it counted as she planted him to the hilt. His retreating orgasm reared up again, threatening to shoot inside her.

“Willow,” he choked. He pulled against the bindings, desperate to move her, to throw her down and take her.

She moaned a beautiful blush blooming over her chest and neck. Her thighs started pumping then, working his cock in and out of her. Lyonis’ body flexed hard beneath hers to stave off his release, but she would have none of it.

She took him faster, dragging his cock through her soft sex repeatedly; muscles tightened, milking and teasing him to spill inside her. She was beautiful to watch. A sexy little tease moving above him with soft-lidded eyes, a wild mess of golden hair around her shoulders.

Her hands reached him to grip his hair. The sensation was erotic as the strands almost pulled to the point of pain. This new position sent wild, hot thoughts scattering through his mind. She was in charge, but he was supposed to be. The savage side he kept tampered down for her this whole time roared awake like a bear waking to an intruder.

He pumped his hips savagely against her. A delighted, sexy cry left her as his flesh slapped against hers. He growled with fierce triumph as her flesh quivered around him with the onslaught of her release. The hands in his hair tightened into desperate fists.

Suddenly, she tore her hands away from him, sitting up straight on him and burying him deep so he couldn’t thrust without tossing her around. Her smile was naughty as she looked at him.

Panting she said, “I don’t think so.” Sweat dripped down his temples, palms wet as he fisted his hands.

“End this,” he demanded. She smiled at him all too easily, sending a warning off in his head.

Then she braced herself with one hand on his chest and started rolling her hips against him. The drag and tug on his cock sent him panting, made her breathing deep and heavy. Her sex pressed hard against him as she rolled and thrust against him.

In a piercing cry, she tossed her head back in a flash of golden hair.

“Fuck,” he groaned as her sex started squeezing around him. Her little fingernails dug into his chest, thighs digging tight around his own. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen as she shivered and trembled on top of him .

Her pussy stroked him in the perfect way. Grinding his hips against her, he groaned long and hard as his cock started pulsing.

Yes! Finally!

As his seed boiled and shot up, she suddenly came off him, the scream of denial was on the tip of his tongue. But she knelt down and started pumping his cock with her fist. She opened her mouth and darted out her tongue to lick his swollen head. Lyonis couldn’t hold it any more. He shouted as cum started shooting into her mouth. His heart raged a thunderous beat as she stroked him fast, wringing long surges from him and coating her tongue with it.

As the last white stream filled her mouth, she moaned and swallowed, cleaning the head of him with a slow, tongue swirl that made him shiver.

Lyonis was shaking everywhere with the force of the orgasm. Or maybe it was from her sexy little finish at the end. Damn he had no idea but if this was his mate’s idea of dominating him, then he might be on board for further experimentation.