Bound to Blackwood (25 page)

Lena's midnight-blue eyes glowed a brilliant aquamarine and her breath hitched as she looked at him. "Thorn, I…" Her voice broke, but she tried again, "I, I need…"

Thorn was in front of her in two strides, his big arms pulling her to him. She shook as she leant into him, her breath uneven. He nuzzled her neck and that spice of hers enveloped him. His fangs punched down hard and he fisted her hair, bringing her face up to meet his.

Growling, he claimed her mouth. He wasn't gentle, wasn't soft. His lips slammed into hers, his fangs scraping her lips with a desperate need to possess her.

She opened for him and his tongue slid into her; caressing, teasing, tasting. Spicy, hot cinnamon rushed over his taste buds and he couldn't get enough. He wanted her. Heaven help him he wanted her and he couldn't stop.

Lena moaned as Thorn's tongue speared into her mouth, hot and demanding. Tiny pinpricks of pain bloomed on her scalp as Thorn pulled at her hair. If it were possible, their kiss deepened and she moulded her body against his. Savage need gripped her and she wound her arms around his massive shoulders. She had no choice. Her knees were about to give out. Her head span.

She shivered as Thorn's arm snaked around the small of her back, his hand spreading downwards to the top of her bottom. He drove her even closer and she could feel his arousal pushing at her through his combats.
Jesus Christ he was big
. The realisation sent another tremor through her and she arched under the force of it, her fingernails digging into Thorn's muscles to anchor herself, the heat at her core blooming further.
 

Thorn drew himself away from her mouth, his nostrils flaring, his eyes glowing white hot. His voice was breathless, "Lena," was all he said. Yet she could hear the yearning in that single word.

Her voice had deserted her and her breathing was hard. She moved her hand upwards and pierced his ruffled black hair with her fingers, pushing his unruly locks away from his stunning eyes. She searched his face, willing him to need her as much as she needed him.

The way she looked at him made the blood roar around Thorn's head. Collecting her lithe body in his arms he made his way towards the bed, all but throwing her upon the thing. As she landed the flimsy towel parted, exposing one beautifully pert breast, her smooth stomach and an ample hip. Her brilliant blue eyes met his, then dropped lower as she appraised him. His cock jumped as her eyes landed on him and then,
Good God
, she licked her lower lip.
 

And then he was on her again. His hands roved over her pale skin, wanting to feel all of her. But he couldn't get enough. He raised himself up, yanking his muscle shirt over his head. As he kissed her mouth again, he could feel her nimble hands on his waistband, and then his trousers went the same way his shirt had.

His hand moved down her body and she arched into it, meeting his touches. Her little moans spurred him on. His fingers brushed the inside of her thigh and she shuddered. He kept going until he reached her sex and, "Hell's teeth!" She was so wet. He bent to kiss her tight nipple and his middle finger slid inside all that delicious wetness.

"Oh God!" Lena moaned as she came up off the bed.

Lena watched amazed as the pink tip of Thorn's tongue licked at her breast. She was almost undone when he caught her watching and took her between his sharp teeth, teasing her tight nipple with just the right amount of pain. And all the time those brilliant golden eyes stared at her.

His hand at her core was relentless. Slow then fast, circling her until he found her already sensitive clit. His first touch butterflied across her nub and she shuddered against him. He stroked her slowly, but she was desperate for more. She moved against him, the heat coiling within her.

His movements changed, his fingers adding more pressure as the strokes became faster until she couldn't take any more. Yet she couldn't find release. She wanted more. Needed more.

As body her shook with something deep and unexplained, she moved her hands over Thorn's corded muscles. The back of his neck, his broad, broad shoulders, down his spine and over his hip. Thorn's golden eyes followed her hand as it dipped lower and she revelled in the hiss he gave as her hand found his erection.

She fisted him, her hand too small to take all of him, moving up and down in slow deliberate movements. Her thumb rubbed across the sensitive head and she smiled as Thorn cursed. She repeated the movement, her breath hitching as she relished the silky feel of him.

She would be the undoing of him. As her delicate hand stroked his cock, Thorn knew this without a shadow of a doubt.

"Oh Christ." She did that thing again, rubbing the glossiness of his pre-cum around the tip of his cock with her thumb.

Another onslaught of that rich cinnamon aroma hit his senses, tightening things even further. His head snapped up and he met her eyes. They were still burning brilliant aqua-marine. Still wanting. Still needing. Holy Shit. He had to get inside her. Now.

As if she knew, Lena moved her thigh, allowing him access to what he really wanted. He knelt between her legs, and he almost stopped breathing as he stared at what she was giving him. Then the need hit him again. He leant over her and kissed her hard as his cock nudged at the entrance to her core. She returned the kiss, her hand spearing through his hair, the other snaking over his hip.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He was inside her in one hard thrust and they both called out. Glory of Fae, she was so tight.

This is what she wanted. This is what she needed, Lena thought as Thorn drove himself into her. He wasn't gentle and she didn't want him to be, but the size of him still took her breath away. She'd never experienced that pleasure-pain thing she'd read about but as he slid gently back and then filled her again, she understood what all the fuss was about. He filled her, stretched her and as his thrusts got deeper and she tightened around him, the feeling intensified.

She found her own rhythm, meeting each thrust, taking everything he had to give her. She raised her leg higher and Thorn gave a delicious moan as he drove deeper still. She felt his muscles bunching under her hands. His movements became harder, more powerful and Lena felt heat bursting within her as she tried to keep up.

Thorn was at her ear, his fangs scraping her neck. "Come for me, Lena," he demanded.

Her body went liquid with his words. Wave after wave of golden heat rolled through her until it blinded her. All she could feel was him. He was everywhere. She held on as long as she could until finally Thorn lost his rhythm. She heard him call her name as he came in long shuddering bursts, his body bucking, his muscles beautifully corded beneath her hands. And Lena took it all.

Utterly spent, Thorn's arms gave way and he collapsed. Careful not to crush Lena, he angled his body so he came down at her side, his head in the crook of her neck. His mind span and he breathed hard as he lay there, trying to work what the hell just happened. He wanted to say something. Wasn't that what most guys did when they'd just had the best sex of their lives? Tell her she was amazing, incredible even. Just
say "wow" for Christ's sake
. That would do.
 

Nothing came out.

His body felt more sated than at any other time in his eight-hundred years. But his mind just wouldn't get with the program. Everything felt right, yet wrong at the same time. He inhaled deeply, still trying to catch his breath and a wave of spicy cinnamon enveloped him. His fangs lengthened again. The pulse in Lena's neck seemed to beat louder, the blood coursing through her carotid suddenly the only thing he could see, the only thing he could hear. The only thing he wanted.

Thorn squeezed his eyes shut tight, desperate to ground himself.
Fucking hell
. He'd already taken everything she'd offered him, yet he still wanted, still needed more. He wanted all of her. She was
his
.
 

What? No she wasn't.

"Thorn?" Lena said in a lazy voice and Thorn felt her move away as she turned to face him.

He opened his eyes and met her gaze. The brilliant aqua-marine had faded from her eyes, the hue now more like her usual midnight-blue. She looked embarrassed as she lowered her eyes, but no doubt looking at his naked chest made the feeling worse since she snapped her eyes back up again.

Say something, Thorn. Just say something. Anything…
He had nothing. Nada.
Brilliant
.
 

Lena sighed and rose up off the bed. To her credit, she didn't cover her body, but she didn't waste time in making her way to the bathroom either. The door shut with a click and seconds later Thorn heard the shower come on.

Thorn rolled onto his back, flinging his arm over his eyes and puffed out a sigh.

Things would never be the same again. Ever.

Chapter 17

Kaden paced around the den whilst Mercury poured his third whiskey, downed it and went for another refill. Ryver, on the other hand, looked like he was about to throw up. The young Guardian sat on the oversized, brown leather sofa with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

"How long have you known?" Kaden asked.

Ryver sighed, raking a hand over his grade one. "It's been getting worse for the past few months."

"You mean better," Kaden said.

"Depends on your point of view," Ryver replied, sounding desolate.

The bitter stench of misery rankled Kaden's nose and he winced, knowing he was at least partly to blame. "Shit."

"Yeah, pretty much."

"On the bright side, you'll be bloody useful in the field." Mercury put his two bob's worth in as he handed Ryver a crystal-cut tumbler. Ryver gave a brief, wholly unconvincing smile before he took the drink and downed the lot. "C'mon, Young Master Jedi. Not as bad as you think it isn't." Mercury continued with what might have been the worst Yoda impression in history. Kaden rolled his eyes, but he was relieved when a genuine smile twitched on Ryver's face.

"That was fucking terrible," Ryver told Mercury.

"Made you smile though, didn't it?"

"Yeah, suppose it did."

"Course, you tell anyone I did that, I'll rip your balls off."

Ryver barked a laugh. "Understood."

And so order was restored. Shame then that duty called and Kaden had to disrupt the newfound bromance. "Ryver. You know I have to ask."

Ryver sighed, the smile slipping from his face. "Yeah, I know, Boss. And you know I'll do it if you ask."

Kaden nodded. "You have to go."

"Yeah."

Honour, was, after all, everything. And Kaden was honour-bound to protect the King. He would use every weapon at his disposal, even if that weapon was a young, still-green-around-the-gills, fifty year old Guardian. Kaden watched Mercury and Ryver leave for the armoury and shook his head. This would never have happened if he were fit for duty. Unfortunately, that made it all Lena's fault.

He thought back to his last conversation with Thorn and a slow smile spread across his face. Providing neither of them were injured, and every fibre of his body told him they weren't, then he was willing to bet the King and his Steward were having an interesting time. Lena and he didn't discuss their love lives because, well, how weird would that be. Maybe his first response to Thorn's unexpected jealousy had been right. Maybe Lena was Thorn's
Amocinta.
 

As soon as he thought the word, Soraya's beautiful face appeared in his mind. Now that was just plain fucking stupid. No way in hell he was getting mated any time soon, and the Princess was a step too far, even for the Keeper of the Watch. A frown furrowed his brow.

What did he know about mating anyway? What did any of them know? The population had dwindled in the past few centuries and Kaden didn't think there were any true pairs left. Nobody got mated nowadays. Did they? He had to admit, he had no idea.

He'd heard tales of true matings. The finding of the other half of your soul. That person that made your heart truly beat for the first time. The blood that sang only for you. Kaden didn't believe any of it. At least he never used to.

Zipping up his sun-suit, Ryver climbed out of the armoured four-by-four with Phoenix just behind him. Since Kaden, Mercury and Sky had already been out today, they couldn't come, much to Kaden's annoyance. Soraya had given the order and although she wasn't the King, they'd all felt the power in her words.

Ryver puffed out a breath. Phoenix and he were it.
Yay them
.
 

Ryver had trained for this but he'd never actually been out in the daylight. The very idea scared the living shit out of him, but Kaden and the others had come back okay.
Right?
Right.
 

He could do this.

"You okay, my man?" Phoenix asked behind him.