Arctic Bound (22 page)

The air around her was disturbed when Victor made his way to her front. She knew the moment he'd bent in front of her because his knees cracked as he lowered himself. He reached up pulling the strand of pearls over her uncovered shoulder, down the front of her corset where he let them pool between her legs. The thin scrap of material there didn't dull the sensation of the pearls as he pressed them against her core. Rubbing them back and forth over the soaked lace. Her eyes were covered and still she saw colors as the sensation of his fingers and the pearls made her antsy. It made her squirm.

Victor snarled.

“I never once said you could move, Nerina.” He tsked. Guess I'll have to tie you to the chair.”

Tie her to the chair? Why?

She couldn't question him. He was in complete control. It was up to him to care for her. Things Cherry had said if done correctly would give her an orgasm so intense she'd be blind for days. Granted Blue was supposed to be the one giving her the orgasm, but now Victor was in charge of her body. She knew if he were as skilled as Blue her release would be cataclysmic.

“These are special pearls, Neri. They adjust to the person that wears them. They are also at the command of the owner. Right now, I own them. I'm an extension of these pearls, and just like you, they will bend to my will.”

Her mind tried to comprehend of what that meant. Magic pearls? An extension of him? In her mind she was saying something snarky. Daring him to prove it. In reality she sat there waiting. Nerina was no longer a colorful painting with life experience, but a novice. A beginner in his world. She was starting from scratch. A fresh canvas awaiting its first stroke of color. Part of her felt vacant, another part of her felt full. By doing this, she was fully aware that she was trying to find a place in his world, asking for acceptance. Suddenly she felt like a different person. This wasn't her usual modus operandi. She was a strong independent woman. She didn't let men parade her around in front of other men, nor did she allow them to give her orders as if she were their dog to heel.

Obviously you do, otherwise what are you doing right now? You sure as hell asked to be put in this situation.

Well, there you go Nerina thought as her left leg was tied to the post of the chair and immediately followed by the right. The pearls were light to the touch, but she found she was unable to move. Which was exactly what Victor wanted. Her legs were spread wide, open for all to see. Instinct had her attempting to close them but as her feet flexed, the pearls tightened.

“You don't want to move. If you do, the pearls will only hold you tighter. Do you understand?”

Finally she could speak.

“Yes.” The sound coming from her throat was coarse.

Was that even her voice?

Her internal voice sounded a lot stronger than her true voice.
That's because I'm not on board with this shit.
Well her body was definitely on board. Her breasts were achy and heavy; her skin was dewy with sweat. Being in the corset only made her that much more aware. She could feel the laces of the garment pressing against her spine. The boning itself was a natural restraint but the feel of the fabric was comfortable. It was a long lasting hug that embraced her in a way that calmed her. She wasn't one for restrictive clothing, but she found this item heightened her pleasure. Every touch of Victor's fingers had her breath catching. When she would breathe deep the corset would loosen and then adjust when she exhaled.

Her hands were the next to be tied by the strand of pearls. It was as if the length was infinite as he wound them around multiple times to the armrest. He tugged, testing the strength and the tightness of her restraints. He must have been satisfied as he stood and then walked away from her. She was tempted to turn her head so that she could follow him, but it was pointless. She could hear him as if he was standing right next to her. It sounded like he was rolling up his sleeves. She'd only gotten a glimpse of him earlier. She remembered he was wearing a dark, long sleeve shirt that buttoned up in the front. She couldn't remember if he was wearing jeans or slacks, but she'd put money on it he was wearing slacks. The music changed. Nerina thought it was funny as she hadn't realized that music had still been playing. That's how tuned in she was to Victor. He didn't approach her right away. He was over by the far end of the stage, and it sounded like he was looking for something. Earlier that night, Cherry had placed a few things on the edge of the stage. One of them was a vibrator that was fresh out of its packaging, a pair of nipple clamps, some kind of needle, and then there was of course rope.

When he finally did return, a plethora of images had already bombarded her mind of what he was going to do to her next. Her lips suddenly dry, Nerina licked them and was rewarded with the feel of Victor's warm lips against her on. He kissed the corner her mouth, dragging his lips from one side to the other, feather light. Over and over he did this until a low mewl spilled from her lips. She felt him smile against their connection and then he was gone. He'd moved off to the right of her. The heat of his body so close she knew if she moved just a millimeter he would be right there. Then he was behind her. His fingers in her hair as he first removed her headdress, sliding it up and over her head without disturbing the blindfold. He began pulling her braid loose. The pearls that had been in her hair were now falling to the floor. Tiny shells clinking against the surface. One hit her shoulder, another fell between her legs, hitting the chair beneath her spread thighs. His fingers began sifting through her hair. Soft at first, until he tightened his hold in her strands, pulling her head back sharply. Fire spread through her scalp making her hiss out in pain. Victor bent over her kissing the column of her exposed throat. Her head bumping against the defined walls of his abdomen. This position stretched her, which in turn made the bindings of the pearls tightened. Her fingers flexed and her toes curled as she was thrust into an area that had always been dark to her. Somewhere from deep inside a gentle compulsion rose. It started off slow, but as his kisses became bites, and the bites turned into sucking, the urge to submit settled over her. Like a gentle mist, it kissed her skin. Pinpricks of pleasure began to spin out of control and Nerina wasn't sure what had set her off. Her entire body was shaking with the need to come and he hadn't really done much of anything yet.

One hand was still in her hair holding her in place while the other travelled down to the exposed mounds of her breasts. Soft caresses that made her skin ache to be manipulated. There was a strange vibration against her throat and she realized he was purring, or was it growling. She couldn't really decipher which, because the hand at her breast was now between her legs. He cupped her mound applying pressure. His fingers pumping between the slick folds of her heat, the thin scrap of underwear his only barrier.

“So wet for me, Neri. So fragrant.” He sniffed the column of her throat. His nose moving slowly over her skin. Nerina's body shook as the hand at her opening pressed harder.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice vibrated as he spoke, a cross between a groan and a growl. “Shall I take you in front of everyone. Claim you as mine?” The timber in his voice dropped impossibly lower at the word
mine
. He sounded like a demon giving Nerina one last chance to say no. One more warning before he moved forward. Her mind fragmented into a million pieces. The words were there; ready to tumble from her lips, but all that came out was a lust filled whimper. His fingers were beneath the soaked fabric of her underwear playing with her lips. Bare skin against moist flesh.
Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Give me the words, Neri. Tell me to claim you.”

His hand released her hair and her head slumped forward as the words spilled from her lips on a hiss.

“Yes, claim me.”

“Good girl.”

 

Chapter 16

 

Her hissed yes, was his sweetest victory. Never in all of his experiences was he able to work with such a pliant body. Her soul was meant for his. Even if it was only in this thing that they thrived in and nothing more, Victor knew he could somehow make all of this work. The electricity between them was combustible. There was no denying she was his Eros. Her skin warmed to his touch, her body was flushed with her arousal making him and his wolf excited. In the back of his mind he knew that things were going to get bad, before they got better. But he couldn't help that. Menes had already bonded with her. The pads of Victor's fingers were soaked in her juices. He didn't hesitate; half the crowd beyond him was already engaged in their own state of play with partners of their choosing as they watched the show on stage. Lust filled groans bounced off the club walls and penetrated the fog that threatened to settle permanently over him from the human strapped in a chair by a strand of pearls. Blue knew exactly what would happen if he paraded her up in front of him and the rest of the Packs. Knew he would push Victor to make the decision that he'd already made on his way to the club. Only now everyone here would know it. Nerina would be his in all ways. The only thing next would be the Reaping ceremony. But that could only be done in the spring.

Whether Nerina wanted to admit it or not, she was a natural submissive. Her body was attuned to his. His father wouldn't be able to deny him this. Pack or no Pack, when you found your Eros, it could not be negated. Sasha would have to adhere to the rules and deal with it. His only obstacle was the woman in the chair that held his happiness in the palm of her hand. Nerina had to agree to the Reaping.

His hand tightened on the lining of her underwear and his nails lengthened slightly until he was able to easily slice through the fabric. Her body trembled and her shoulders slouched further as if she could barely holding herself up.

“It's going to be okay Neri. This will be quick. I'll claim you and then we'll take this somewhere more private."

Her body was overly taxed. Exhausted, and not just from the physical aspects of how he tied her, but from the emotional and mental state he'd put her in. She would need lots of attention and care after he was done with her. Pulling what was left of her underwear from beneath her bottom, he brought the fragrant garment to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of her was strong, and appealing. There was a hint of something sweeter that played on the edges of his senses reminding him of what she tasted like in the cave. Nerina's particular flavor was unlike any other woman he'd ever tasted. He stuffed her torn panties into his pocket and touched the tips of her wrists where the pearls were digging into her skin. She'd be marked beautifully. Eager to see the effects of the peals, Victor touched first her feet, then her wrists and the pearls loosened on their own, allowing the circulation to return. Nerina let out a low moan as the pearls slackened further. Quickly he untied her, pulling her limp body into his arms. Her wrists and feet had tiny imprints form the pearls that had embedded into her skin.

“I was right, Neri. Your skin is even more beautiful when marked. Yours is the only beauty I see. The only thing I'll ever see.”

Victor kissed her forehead as she went limp against him. He removed her blindfold while whispering in her ear. He reminded her of one last task before he could let her rest. He turned facing the rest of the crowd as he held a very tired, very worn out Nerina. She was coherent. He felt her body go rigid with determination when reminded of her of what she'd agreed to. She was gathering what strength she had left for their time together in front of everyone. What she hadn't realized was that everyone wasn't paying that much attention to them anymore. Victor knew that for humans, their nudity was something they instinctively tried to hide. Not so for his kind. They were born naked, their clothing becoming a necessity as the years went on. Not because it was needed, but because it ensured their survival. Helped them to blend in with society.

Placing her feet on the ground, he made sure she could stand on her own before he went to the chair she'd previously sat in. He turned, sat, and made sure she could see the need in his eyes. This was as much for him as it was for the others. This would ensure that no member of any of the other Packs would go near her. But most importantly, it ensured they wouldn't betray him. Nerina would be considered his. If they were to give her up to anyone, it was a direct disrespect to the future alpha of the Alaskan Packs. An act punishable by death. His mark would ensure her safety.

In the back of his mind he heard his father's arguments. Heard his mother and sister's pleas about the Pack coming first. He was all for Pack politics. He was also all about himself. Nerina was his true intended. Sasha would bare him children, and Nerina, she would fill his life with long lasting happiness. She too would bare his offspring, but only if she partook in the Reaping. Once Sasha gave him a son, he would cut her loose. It was something that could be done. Had been done before within the packs in the past. The only difference this time was that he was choosing a human to complete him.

Maybe because she's our Eros, her turning would be sanctioned.
That was another possibility. It was as valid a reason as anything else.

“Neri, you may approach me. Unbutton my pants, and then sit astride me, both legs up on the arm of the chair, facing me so that I can see all of your beautiful pink flesh. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head, her eyes piercing his as she walked over to him on shaky legs and did as he asked. He allowed her this courtesy. If it had been anyone else, he would have ridden them from behind. As it was, he was already deferring his place of power in order to give her the small slice of privacy he knew she would appreciate. He could see it in her eyes as she adjusted her body into a more comfortable position. It wasn't mandatory the crowd watch, it was just mandatory he claimed her in front of witnesses. Her wet, moist flesh was open for him to see, like a fragrant flower dewy from the morning mist. The lips of her pussy glistened, beckoning his dick with the promise of heaven should he enter her snug embrace.