Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance) (30 page)

His hand pressed just below her belly button, pressing her gently back against his body. His lips were at her neck in a second, searing her with their heat, sending chills down her body.

“I’ve missed you,” he said huskily.

Just as Jackie’s eyes started to flutter closed, she roughly pushed away from him.

 “You have no right touching like that.”

His eyes were darker than normal, his lids heavy. “I have every right. You’re my mate. The sooner you accept that the sooner you can ease the ache you’ve created.”

Jackie’s mouth opened and closed. “What? I’m not your mate! And I haven’t created any ache. Leave me alone, Thane.” She started walking in the opposite direction. It was too dangerous staying here in the quiet woods, the sensual smells of the earth teasing her senses, the moonlight casting them in shadows.

She made it three steps before he was in front of her pushing her backwards. Her back hit a tree and then his body covered hers, hips pressing against hers. She felt the massive steel of his erection and barely stifled a shiver.

She tried to recall the anger she’d been feeling. She remembered Tara’s remarks and it worked to cool the ardor. “You’ve been telling lies about me,” she said between clamped teeth.

He grinned at her and put one arm above her head so he could lean in. “Not lies. What shapeshifter wouldn’t be joyous to tell everyone he finally found his mate?”

She looked at him like he was daft. Slowly she said, “I’m not your mate.”

He continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “Besides I have to let the other males know that you’ve been claimed.” He said the words so seductively, with huskiness to his already deep voice. Then his lips were at the corner of her mouth pressing light, airy kisses across her cheek.

“You’ve been hiding from me, Jacquelyn.”

She stiffened at the use of her full name. No one used her full name. His hand reached down to curl around her hip and she almost moaned. How could something so simple feel so damned good? His lips found her ear, then her neck pressing more of those soft, light kisses that both made her shiver and hot at the same time.

“Stop.” She hoped he didn’t hear the breathiness of her voice but then he chuckled against her neck. Teeth grazed her, almost biting and she found herself leaning into him, craving the feel of his bite.

“You drive me wild, mate. Haven’t slept good in days. Dream nothing but of you, naked, sweating in my arms.” His voice sounded faraway as if he were remembering. His tongue darted out and licked a line up her neck.

Her fingers flexed and it was then that she realized she’d curled them around his shoulders. The strong muscles underneath were hot, sinewy with strength.

“Tell me you think about me too.” It was a hoarse plea that did strange things to her heart.

“Thane, I-I...no.”

He growled against her neck, his hands tightening at her hips in warning. “That isn’t what I wanted to hear.”

He grabbed her hand from his shoulder and pressed it against his cock.

“Do you see what you do to me?” His eyes were wild with a dangerous light, one she’d never seen before.

“I didn’t do that.”

He laughed. “Your scent,” he said diving his nose against the hollow of her neck, into her hair, “follows me everywhere. I search for it when you’re not around. I want more of it when you are. Tell me don’t feel the same,” he challenged roughly.

Jackie’s sex, so slick with need, pounded in time to her rapid pulse. “I don’t.”

Suddenly she was cold. He tore away from her and slammed a fist into a tree. Whereas when she’d done it the tree merely shuddered and shook a bit, when Thane did it, branches fell and a hole appeared where his fist was. He was breathing hard as he turned back to her.

He looked like he was losing control...over her. Jackie had never felt more torn about anything in her life. She wanted him desperately, wanted to ease the frustration in him, to believe his words that he so intensely believed. But how could she face the other women? Dozens of them at least living right alongside her.

He took a deep breath that seemed to calm him. “How long do you think you can keep up this lie?”

Jackie had no words. He growled at her silence.

In a harsh voice he said, “Don’t lie to me. Tell me you dream about me, think about me.” He sounded so torn, desperate. Jackie’s heart panged in her chest. She tried rubbing it but it didn’t help. His eyes won her over, raw with the desperation.

She looked away from him to focus on a pile of fallen orange and red leaves. “I do. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that...night.” Her heart pumped wildly in her chest at her admission. She heard him suck in a breath.

“Then what’s the problem?” He spread his arms open in frustration.

Maybe if she was just honest with him, completely honest, then he’d understand and back away from her. Jackie took an unsteady breath, leveled her gaze on him. “I can’t be with you knowing you’ve screwed half the females in the pack.”

His face became impassive like stone. “I can’t take back what I’ve done, Jacquelyn.”

This time she didn’t wince at the formal use of her name. He made it sound pretty, elegant even, something she never liked. But from him...she could almost like it.

“I know,” she said softly.

He stalked towards her, fists clenched in fury. Jackie stood her ground, a lump in her throat. He captured her face in his strong hands. His lips closed in on hers, stopping a breath away.

Her heart thudded so loudly in her ears. She waited, straining slightly towards him like a magnet.

In an agonized voice, he said, “Then I’ll wait for you to accept me.”

Then he closed the distance between them and kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. His lips matched perfectly against hers, covering her with his softness, heat. Strong arms banded around her back, her waist, pressing her against the strength of his body until she didn’t know where she began and he ended.

His tongue found hers and he wasn’t gentle anymore. It was as if the moment his tongue met hers, his control slipped. His breathing hitched and his tongue mated. Thrusting again and again until her mind ran with the image of his cock filling her in that same way...in her mouth, between her legs.

This kiss wasn’t anything like their first. The first had been sweet but powerful all the same. A taste between two new people. Not like this kiss. It was like he was trying to sear into her memory, her soul, the passion he held for her. And Jackie’s heart stuttered at it.

Her hands shot into his long thick hair, holding tight to the soft strands. He made a grunting sound and snatched her by her bottom to pull her against his hard cock. His erection was massive, harder than stone, and he rubbed her up and down it. She was losing control. Sweat coated her skin, her mind sang only one word over and again—yes.

She needed him, desperately, intensely. A soft moan left her lips and she pulled him even closer as her hips rocked against him. She was so close. Just a little more and her swollen core would explode in a flood of release.

His hands kneaded her cheeks with a strong sure touch. The second he sucked on her tongue her nipples reached a painful degree of hardness and her body began trembling. Still he rocked her, pressing her harder, quicker against his cock, rubbing her clitoris over it.

The kiss turned hard and so wet. She was sure the grip she had in his hair hurt him but he didn’t seem to care. He plundered her mouth with his tongue thrusting deep and thick inside. Jackie had to tear back her head to breathe. She panted wildly, sucking in gasps of air as her body reached to that peak. She quivered, core pulsing as it readied its climax.

He thrust her away.

Jackie almost collapsed. Her knees felt like they were filled with water. He stood more than ten feet away, breathing heavily, fists tight, lips flat.

“Remember what you almost had when you think about me. All you have to do is come to me, Jacquelyn. Come to me and say yes and I’ll give you the world.”

With those haunting words, he turned and walked away. Once he was out of range, Jackie finally let her knees give out. She rolled onto the ground and panted up at the bright silvery moon.

Confusion, anger, lust spiraled inside her, blending until she didn’t know what she felt. All she knew as she stared up at the sky was that Thane Vanner twisted her up inside like no other.

And he was her mate.

Chapter 28

Draven didn’t hesitate. He barged into the bedroom, ready to fight, to do whatever it’d take to get her back in his arms.

A week he’d spent away from her, punishing himself, telling himself not to make the same mistake. He must be a slow bastard because he finally realized...that he didn’t care. He’d laughed when the anti-climactic answer hit him. He didn’t care if she ever betrayed him or not. Because he needed her. Needed her sweet smiles, her easy conversations, and curiosity. She made him feel...good.

He had no idea how much groveling he’d have to do after the way he left but he was ready to beg. If he couldn’t spend a week without her and stay sane how was he supposed to be without her for a month—or longer? Impossible. One taste of her blood, her body, and he was a goner.

Looking around their shared bedroom, Draven realized two things very quickly. One, that the room was dark for once with neither the soft glow of the lamp or the light from the fireplace illuminating the room. Second, Lucinda wasn’t here.

Had she finally grown too bored and wandered around the pack seeking anything to alleviate the boredom? The thought flared a spark of jealousy inside him.

“Damn that woman!”

She was beautiful and sweet and around a bunch of horny shapeshifters. Draven started to turn to go find her but then something caught his eye.

A single piece of paper on the bed. Flicking on the light, he cautiously picked up the paper as a feeling of unease settled inside him.

The paper was thick like parchment, dry to the touch, and folded thrice. He unfolded it and found a message written in elegant, bold cursive letters. Each letter was perfectly formed and styled with a winding twirl. It was the kind of writing that spoke of the old days, where letter writing was a serious endeavor, a gift to receive.

Dearest Draven,

It took me many tries to think of the best way to say this.

Alas, all I have is this to say to you.

I relinquish you as my
host
.

Love tenderly,

Lucinda

Draven stared at the words in shock.

He read them again and again as a ball of lead formed in his gut like a bowling ball. She relinquished him? He was no longer her
host
?

“Love tenderly?” What did that even mean? His heart raced at a fearful speed as his mind tried to make sense of it all.

The letter crumpled in his fist. With a quiet calm he walked to the tall, antique dresser and swung open the drawers—empty. He flung open drawer after drawer, searched the closet, under the bed. All empty.

She was gone. She left him.

Draven heard a strange sound and slowed his mind enough to discover what it was. It was his own ragged breathing.

In slow movements, he flattened out the letter with the pretty, italicized writing. Then he folded it and pocketed it. He was out of the room a moment later.

The pack wasn’t very big and with his vampiric speed guiding him, he was able to track her scent to a single location—the pack’s bar. He entered The Wolf’s Den and headed straight for the barkeep.

“Where’s Lucinda?” All conversation stopped in the packed bar, gazes locked on him in open curiosity. The shapeshifters around here weren’t shy about nosing in other’s business.

The barkeep crossed his arms defiantly. “I don’t know no one by that name.”

Deep breaths. “She was here. Where is she?” Her scent was too faint for her to still be here but she’d been here. Probably in a matter of hours before. She couldn’t teleport like he could but she could still get far. Away from him. The thought sent his gut twisting like a knife inside him.

“Like I said—”

“Tell me or I’ll tear your throat out.”

That got everyone’s attention. Male and female alike the shapeshifters stood and faced him with blatant aggression in their eyes.

“Lucinda’s a sweet gal. What do you want with the likes of her? ‘Specially if she don’t wanna see you?” the barkeep said.

Draven refrained from pointing out that he just admitted that he had in fact seen her, since he knew he had anyways.

“She’s my
frimar
. She belongs to me; I protect her. And right now with every second you string me along old man she is out there, vulnerable and alone.”

That got his attention. The old man frowned and uncrossed his arms. He looked around at the other shapeshifters as if searching for some kind of answer. He seemed to get it.

“She came in here looking for someone to give her a ride. She got a few offers when she said she was looking to get away from you.”

Draven slowly rolled his neck in a circle to release the bunched muscles trying to kill him.