Arctic Bound (33 page)

“I love your mouth.” He dragged his thumb repeatedly over her lower lip. His other hand wound around her neck bringing her forward for a kiss. They were so close she could feel the heat of him, only their lips touched. She needed to be closer. She wanted the skin on skin contact. The kiss was deep, wet and long. Tongues stroked, lips nibbled and teeth bit. She was so tempted to draw blood, but thought better of it. He hadn't given her permission to do so, and her body was still warm from the blood he'd given her two days ago. Victor moved his mouth from hers, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her collar. Her breasts were heavy, overly aroused. Sensitive to the touch from the rope that was wrapped tightly around her skin, forcing the blood to build. His mouth latched on and Nerina pulled in a deep breath from the pain. Pleasure quickly followed, but then he repeated the process over and over on each breast until she was leaning into him, trying to get her body as close to his as she could. She was drunk. Dizzy from all of the stimulation. A slow buildup of emotions was threatening to spill over. A hazy fog had settled over her brain, clouding her thoughts. Nerina's breath labored as he made his way down to her stomach where he sucked and nibbled making her muscles jump.

“You still with me, Neri?” He asked against her hipbone, before biting down gently.

“Yes…. Maybe…. Fuck. I don't know… I can't think.” Hissing Nerina tried to form coherent sentences, then again did he really expect her to answer?

“Let go baby, feel it. Feel me.” His lips went lower; lower still until he was nibbling on her thighs. That area was also sensitive from the loss of blood flow. She was almost numb. The tingling intensifying with every touch. Pin pricks of pleasure echoed across her skin where he touched and kiss and Nerina could do nothing but feel.

“Slow your breathing, baby, or you're gonna pass out.”

That was going to happen regardless. The orgasm she could feel building was monstrous. Her head was starting to buzz with the first hint of pain, when Victor lifted both her legs and sat her astride his thighs. His cock, rock hard as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Victor banded an arm around her waist. He held her bound hands secure behind her back. His other hand held her by the neck as guiding her down the steel, hot length of him.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Nerina said against his shoulder. Victor grunted. He didn't say anything else as he started to move. Up and then down, he glided in and out of the heart of her in slow, sure strokes. The slick walls of her pussy grabbed his dick as it massaged her walls. Heat rolled along her skin and began to burn. So hot, she felt surrounded in a cloud of unrelenting pleasure. It was coming at her from all sides, ratcheting up the temperature of her skin a few degrees above explosive. She was coming undone, torn apart at the seams. Victor's body bucked beneath Nerina rapidly as he fucked her hard. Her entire body succumbing to his needs as he thrust up into her pussy with fast strokes that had her breasts bouncing and distributing a type of pleasure-pain from the sensitivity of her skin. Her senses were skirting dangerously close to the edge of darkness. She was feeling everything differently. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, all of it was wired to his thrusts.

Her clit tingled. Her thighs although restricted by the rope still vibrated from her oncoming orgasm that seemed so far out of reach. Then she heard the rush of blood. His blood. Sweat dotted both their bodies as she zeroed in on his throat. Her eyes went to his seeking permission.

“Take what you need baby.”

Her gums tingled only a second and then her fangs descended. Nerina wasted no time striking his vein. When his rich blood splashed against her tongue, her body jerked violently as a blast of heat over took her. Her orgasm was quick on its heels as the binds at her wrists were shredded. Her arms were free to wrap around Victor's neck, where she could hold him in place. A moan left her throat as his life's blood ignited her further. She took two more pulls before releasing him. Victor knifed up his legs, adjusting to their new position. One of his arms wound around her, the other slid into her hair, forcing Nerina down to receive his kiss. She was riding him now. So caught up in the kiss that she didn't feel his claws scratching down her back until a fiery pain, accompanying their passion, blinded her in a primal sensation. It was painful and blissful at the same time.

Nerina pounded down harder, faster, losing her breath as he continued to kiss her with a fever that matched nothing else she'd ever experienced. Victor ripped his mouth away from her, and put a hand between them, going down, down, down, until her reached her clit and rubbed almost too hard. Incapable of speech, Nerina hissed as the pleasure from his cock and his fingers continued to work her over into another orgasm.

“Mine.” He growled against her shoulder.

Yes, she was his. In this moment, she didn't even belong to herself.

“Mine,” he said again. She could feel the tale tell sign of his canines as he scrapped them along her shoulders. He was going to bite her again. Something she wanted badly. Nerina moved her head to the side and before she had time to take her next breath, he was biting down into her flesh. Victor took one pull of her blood before releasing her with a roar. His cocked jerked and swelled further lodging inside her as he released his seed.

It took them both a while to recover. They were still connected, sweaty, and their breathing labored. The bite at her shoulder was leaking blood and Nerina couldn't be bothered to care. Too tired from their fucking.

“That was new.”

“Nah, it was just like it was supposed to be.” Victor said against her sweat soaked shoulder. Gently he separated himself from Nerina, pulling her up his chest. With his claws, he began cutting away the ropes that held her in place.

“This is what I wanted to see.” He said as his hands ran over the marks left on her skin by the rope. The blood rushing back into her skin made her hiss, but once the initial pain ebbed, it was replaced with warmth and tingles.

“You're a kinky bastard.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

“I have to admit, I do.”

“So,” his fingers traced the marks on her skin as he peered down at her with warmth in his eyes.

“So,”

“We need to talk about the Reaping.”

“Okay, talk.”

“It's going to happen Nerina, don't say it won't. It will. I don't care what you think you know, but this thing between us is real. I said I'd give you time, and I meant that, but you have to know it's going to happen.”

“What happened to buying a girl dinner?”

“That's not how it works with us.” Victor grunted.

“Well, it's how it works with me.”

“Improvise. Adapt and assimilate.”

“Sounds very cultish to me if you ask.”

The smile he graced her with made her heart smile. He really was a beautiful man. Rugged, but beautiful all the same.”

“Favorite color?”

“Green.”

“Last girlfriend?”

“I don't have girlfriends.”

She wasn't about to ask about who he slept with last, she already knew the answer to that question and although it pissed her off, she wasn't going to dwell on it.

“How many lovers have you had?” Victor questioned.

“None of your damn business. That will start all kinds of trouble.”

“That many?” he joked.

“Shut up!” Nerina tried slapping him in the chest but he caught her hand, kissing each finger.

“My Neri.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that, but are you mine?”

“Completely.”

“The Reaping?”

“It happens only once a year, and hasn't happened for over a millennia. It can only happen at the end of spring when we have our blood hunt. During the hunt, you will be taken deep into the forest and tied up. One of the women will cut you, taking a sample of your blood.”

“What the fuck for?” Nerina turned to look up at him.

“Tradition. Rites of passage, who the hell really knows anymore?”

“Yeah again, this all sounds cultish.”

Victor smiled.

“No baby, there's a reason for everything. You'll be cloaked and I won't catch your scent. I won't be allowed to search you out until I've completed three tests. I will also be purposely put on the wrong trail.”

“To confuse you?”

Victor nodded his head before leaning forward to rub noses with her. He took a deep breath before he continued.

“Yes, I have to prove myself worthy of our union. Once I do that, the cloak will be removed and I'll come running fast.”

“That's it?”

“No. There's a ceremony after, vows are exchanged and then a celebration.”

“So what happens if you fail these tests?”

“I'll die.”

Nerina's eyes widened, her heart skipping more than one beat.”

“Die?” Well that wasn't going to fucking happen. Not on her watch. “You better not fucking die.”

Victor laughed, squeezing her tight.

“I guess not.”

Their entire conversation did not make her feel better. But sleep was pulling hard on her body. She was exhausted.

Her limbs were heavy, making her feel as if she had too much to drink. Victor caught on immediately wrapping her in his arms and getting up from the bed.

“Hold on tight little one. We're going to the hot springs.”

“Hot springs?” She yawned.

“Yes, your muscles are tight. I need to increase your circulation. Otherwise you're going to crash and burn. I used you hard tonight.”

That he did. That was the last thought she had before she lay her head on his chest and passed out.

Chapter 23

 

Victor carried a sleeping Nerina in his arms to one of the many hot springs inside of the mountain. He passed other Pack members as he walked, realizing he hadn't dressed her or himself. He wasn't too worried so much about himself, as wolves had no such notions about nakedness, but Nerina, she would freak. Pulling her tighter to him, he tried to cover what parts he could as he made his way down to a more private spring. They'd talked about the Reaping and he knew without a doubt she had complete faith he'd pass the trials. It made Victor feel empowered. It was exactly what any Alpha's mate would say. Like his mother, she would be an amazing Luna. The way was lit by the gemstones embedded into the rock and the dim lighting his father had installed into the floors. The spring was empty when he made it there. No one had yet to use it, which was perfect for what he had in mind for him and Nerina. He needed to care for her. Binding her was something she'd grow accustomed to. He could still feel the marks indented into the flesh of her skin by the hemp. Leaving behind a beautiful pattern that enticed him to do more.

His mind was overflowing with the different ways to manipulate her body. She was so pliant to his touch. She bent to his will without hesitation. Nerina was the kind of woman that would see him through the longest of winters. Victor stepped into the warmth of the hot spring, she barely stirred as he held her with one arm and cleaned her with the other. She hissed and moaned as he bathed her.

His mind drifted to their current state of affairs. Her father was going to be a problem. Nerina had a small artillery back at her cabin, and he'd been glad of it. Not every Hunter was a true Hunter. Majority supported the cause, but there were still Hunters out there that were human as well. Offspring of the original strains that were spawn from Ambrogio's original six. Her father would regroup and come back. Victor just wasn't sure how long that would be, or how short lived their small measure of peace was. It had been two days since the incident in Talkeetna. So far nothing had come of it. The Silver Bow of Artemis was safe. Locked away and only two people knew the location. It was the safer that way. The Bow was an instrument for control. Something Red had agreed would not be put to use. If that was the case, why was Roman after it? Why would she promise it to him?

No one could deny the coincidence that he'd stolen the Bow from the Mistress, only to have Nerina show up a few weeks later. Then six months down the rode her posse coming to town to take him out. Now her father was in town. Victor looked down at Nerina who was beginning to stir in his arms. Her body stretching languidly as she opened her beautiful eyes to peer up at him.

“Where are we?”

“One of the hot springs.”

She purred. Actually purred like a cat, and the sound went straight to his dick.

“This is lovely. I could stay here all night.”

“It's day Nerina.”

“Is it? How long have I been out?”

“Not long, but because we're in the heart of the mountain, we've switched our schedule to be more on alert when it comes to intruders.”

“Makes sense I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Deep in thought now about this new revelation, he eyed Nerina. Watched her, as he let her wade deeper into the water and away from him. She seemed harmless enough, but could that really be it. Hunters were skilled in the art of deception. What if she was sent here from the beginning to entrap him? Infiltrate his Pack?

No, she's your Eros. The Goddess wouldn't be so cruel to have you fall for the enemy.

“Moody now are we? Is my true Victor back already?”

He smirked at her as her breasts bobbed above the surface of the water. She was quite the temptress.

“Am I back? What's that mean?” “

She shrugged, before submerging herself underneath. When she came up for air, he eyed her beautiful skin. Victor immediately knew where he wanted to put his Alpha mark on her. Her shoulders. Damn, she had him by the balls and probably didn't even realize it. He swam over to where she was in the middle of the pool grabbing her around the waist and pulling her against him. He searched her face. He needed to know if there were secrets behind those brown eyes of hers. The iris was mostly brown, but now with sparks of silver. It made her alluring and enticing. A rarity for sure. Victor searched her face, looking for anything that might give him answers to the questions he had. When she smiled up at him, her lashes were thick with droplets of water. He couldn't help it. He had to kiss her. She yielded to his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.