Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (10 page)

Shakily she came to her feet,
wobbling so hard she grabbed onto the corner of the bedpost to keep from
falling. The wood was hard beneath her hands, solid and thick. She pushed her
chest into it, reveling in the hard strength of it, then she rubbed her lips
across the wood.

“Oh, my God!” Jerking away from
the all-too-sexy post, she wobbled over to the dresser to pull her clothes back
on. Oh,
God!
Each step swished her sex’s lips back and forth, bringing
forth a surging need deep within her. She only got as far as pulling on a baggy
T-shirt, before she flung open the door. Help, she needed help. Of course,
Draven wasn’t there. He was probably still training, a whole day later.

Anger infused with her arousal
and she had to steady herself against the doorframe. Is this the new moon?
Impossible; Henry said it wasn’t for another day. She hadn’t figured out what
she was going to do about it yet. She was supposed to do that today. Maybe she
shouldn’t have procrastinated.

With one hand braced against the
wall, she walked slowly down the hall. It took her forever to reach the stairs
and by then her breaths came quick again and her core was all too ready for
this whole growing into sexual maturity thing.

She looked wildly down the
stairs. Where the hell was everyone? Not a creature was stirring, not even a
cold vampire commander that she really wanted to thaw out right now.

She started down the stairs; it
took much longer than it should have. One step at a time, she walked like an
old lady with a cane down the stairs. When she finally reached the bottom step,
she was trembling on the verge of an orgasm. She sucked in air and thought of
things to cool herself off. Baseball came to mind, but then she pictured all
those baseball players’ tight butts and fit bodies and quickly canceled that
train of thought.

With nothing to lose, she darted
barefoot across the floor and flung open the study door. Four sets of eyes
trained on her, then peered over the single baggy shirt she wore. There was no
time for embarrassment. She started toward them, but couldn’t make it. The trip
down the hallway, the stairs, and the short sprint here was all too much.
Obviously, she was a superhero, because how she managed that with the rampant
heat threatening to erupt inside her at any second was simply amazing.

She locked her knees to keep from
falling to the ground. She had a feeling she knew what her body would do once
she hit the ground. Spread her legs wide and offer herself to any—and all—the
warriors watching her. The only thought that barely kept her from doing just
that, was the fact she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Please,” she said, her voice a
wretched moan. Tyrian looked over at her with little interest.

“Are you ill?” Cold words had
never sounded so sexy. She shivered and another gush of heat dampened her core.

She couldn’t stifle the moan that
came out. “No,” she said unevenly. The energy it took to get here taxed her, so
she fell into a chair. Spreading her legs open and closed, open and closed, as
she wrung her clammy hands in her T-shirt. “You lied, Henry.” She meant it to
sound angry, but she just sounded husky, sexy.

He blinked in surprise, and
everyone’s gaze turned to him. He threw up his hands and backed away. “Hey, I
bumped into her last night and she asked me when the next new moon was. It’s
tomorrow. That’s all I said.” Chloe wanted to tell him she was sorry, that it
wasn’t his fault.
Okay, it really was.
But whatever. She couldn’t make
herself talk. It was as if she was dying from the inside out but not in waves
of pain—in waves of hot arousal.

Her gaze fell to Tyrian who
looked completely unaffected. He stood tall with his shoulders back, his dark
hair pulled back in a severe tail at the back of his neck showing off that
widow’s peak on his forehead.

“How did you bump into her?”
Tyrian asked coolly. It might have been just her horny imagination, but she
really hoped that was masculine curiosity if not jealousy that made him ask.
Henry glared at her and she knew what his problem was. He was debating on
protecting her because he found her snooping in Tyrian’s office last night.
Like she cared about something like that right now!

She seemed to have extra saliva
in her mouth so she swallowed then said, “It’s okay. Tell him.” Her breath
caught suddenly and her back arched off the chair, pushing her heavy breasts
toward the men.
Anyone, take me!
Or so her body was saying.
Squeeze
my breasts, please!
She clamped her mouth shut and settled her own hands on
her breasts. She always was a do-it-yourself kind of woman.

A soft sigh. Sweet, blissful
relief.

“Stop that.” Her eyes popped
open, met Tyrian’s cold gaze with her own hot one. She could melt him. She just
knew it. If not, then it’d be one interesting adventure to try.

“I’ll stop if you come touch me.”
She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but his spine stiffened even straighter.
His brow furrowed the slightest bit and then he turned completely away from
her.

“Has she talked to any of you
about being her partner during her new moon?”

All of them shook their head. “I
offered to be there for her,” the one named Draven said. He came toward her and
each long step was like a finger circling her clit. “Would you like to use me,
Chloe?” he asked gently, eyes concerned. He looked not like that grinning man
she’d talked to the day before, but like a man who’d do this out of duty. She’d
pegged him for a kiss and tell type guy but maybe she was wrong. Or he was a
good liar.

“No. I want him,” she said and
pointed to Tyrian. Someone cleared his throat and another rubbed a hand across
the back of his neck. Chloe glared. Or tried her best to. She had a feeling the
look was coming off more as a low-lidded bedroom gaze.

As she reveled in the weight of
her breasts in her hands, she watched as Tyrian said something too softly for
her to hear. Then the men started pouring out of the study.

“Wait.”

But they didn’t. Her icy
commander left with Henry and some other man she recognized from the hostel in
London, but Draven stayed behind. He didn’t look too happy either. A frown
marred his mouth as he looked from her to the door. As if resigning himself to
something, he strolled toward her and dropped to both knees before her.

“I would be honored to care for
you, Chloe.”

She shook her head hard. His
scent invaded her nose. Sweat, salt, man.
Good,
her body answered to the
smell. Chloe pushed her need back down so she could think, could breathe, could
talk. Her mind was spinning so she slowed it down just enough for her to form a
coherent thought. This warrior smelled good. There was no doubt about it. His
hair was the color of golden wheat, his body prime for pleasing, but none of
that interested her. She wanted the scent of ice, the man with words that made
her shiver from the inside out.

“I don’t want you.” He looked as
if he’d be insulted for a moment, but then a grin broke out across his face.

“You like the Commander, don’t
you?” She nodded at the same time she pinched her hard nipples between two
fingers. Ecstasy, pure ecstasy rolled through her, taking her higher and higher
with that one little touch. How would her body respond when, if, he touched
her?

She heard him sigh and then
footsteps retreated. The door opened and closed. Where did he go? Was he
getting the commander for her? A spark of pride filled her. If she had sex with
Tyrian en Kulev, leader of the Atal Warriors, she would have bragging rights
forever. Who could top that? No one.

What was taking so long? The urge
to delve her fingers between her legs and touch herself was growing harder and
harder to ignore. Her leg muscles tensed and before she knew it, she was
sliding listlessly to the floor, sprawling out on the thread-barren rug under
her. Rolling her chest into the rug, she grumbled in pleasure as her breasts
rubbed against the abrasive material. Her skin was burning up with heat and
each touch both fueled the fire and eased it at the same time.

The sound of a door closing had
her rolling on to her back. Footsteps, heavy, booted steps and then they came
into sight. She craned her neck up.

“Hola,” she said to the vampire
commander.

The fact that he didn’t laugh
shouldn’t surprise her. He looked at her, his face almost drawn into anger, but
not quite. Then his gaze left her face to trail over her neck, where she knew
he found the rapid pulse there. Even more slowly, his eyes moved down to her
chest where her breasts arched toward him with hardened peaks. Like a feather
dropping in the wind, his gaze moved down her stomach to her bare legs and
feet, lingering, before moving to the center of her legs.

“Draven told me you refused him
and would only take me.” Nodding furiously, she grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt
and flung it off her body. Sweet merciful pleasure. Bare skin, free and open.
She heard a strange noise and peeled open her eyes to see the vampire commander
standing no longer with his arms clenched behind his back, but at his sides in
loose fists.

Tugging her lip between her
teeth, she arched her hips toward him. “Please.”

“Choose someone else now. A name,
any name, and I will get him to service you well.” It was probably only her
lust-induced mind, but she swore his words no longer sounded cold, but husky and
hot. She met his ice blue eyes head on—a challenge.

“You, Tyrian. I want you.”

Silence. Then, “Why?” Was his
harsh response.

Her eyes glittered with feminine
appreciation across his lips, his scar, his strong body. “You have much that I
find desirable.”

“Ridiculous talk fueled by your
silly hormones.” That one line was the most passionate she’d ever heard him,
and it melted her. Gulp.
There, you can do it, Chloe.
Convince him or
else he’ll leave and you’ll never get him again; she knew her gut wasn’t wrong
on this. She had this moment to convince him or she’d lose him forever. She
didn’t flinch from his hard, cold gaze. She met him head on and lifted her chin
that stubborn inch.

“I know who you are and what you
are. My attraction to you isn’t ridiculous or stupid. You’re gorgeous, sexy.
Not in a Hollywood actor kind of way but in a tough-as-nails, man-of-the-world
way. Your appeal goes so much further than that, too. Sorry, I know that sounds
cheesy, but give me a break. I’m in a lot of,” she wheezed out a breath like
she was doing Lamaze, “sexual pain here. You would protect me from anything. I
can feel that from you. Maybe that’s even why Papa sent me here because he knew
that about you, too.”

He opened his mouth to say
something but she held up a hand then quickly settled it onto her stomach
rubbing up and down, closer and closer to her core. He didn’t watch her, which
was good, because it made her feel like she had some privacy.

“There are some men who make a
woman wonder how good he is in bed. Some men are so sexy they make a woman
wild. And then there are men who are so wrapped up in their work they can’t see
what’s good for them. You are all of the above, Tyrian. How you don’t have a
woman clinging to you amazes me.” Later, she might wish she hadn’t said
something so soul-baringly honest. But at that moment, she couldn’t think
straight enough to lie. So she’d gone with the raw truth.

Something flashed in his eyes and
he looked away from her, out the window. She would give anything to know what
he was thinking in that moment. Her breath hitched and she held it tight as one
arm moved, his hand lifted and touched the outline of his ragged scar across
his cheek. His finger traced the curves of it perfectly as if the pattern had
long since been memorized. His hand slowly dropped back down to his side, the
fingers of his hand curling into a fist.

Chloe pictured those long fingers
wrapped around her breast, gripping her hip as he slid inside her and she
gasped as hot cream wetted her sex, softened her, readied her.

“Please,” she said, her throat
ragged. He faced her like he was about to issue order to his men, feet forward,
chin high, shoulders back.

“This once I will do this, but
never again. After this time, you will seek another partner. I will not be here
to feed your new sexual appetite for the rest of your life. I will do this as
quickly as possible, not to entertain your growth into womanhood.” It hurt to
hear him say it, even though she understood it. Did she want him to lay some
sort of claim on her that he’d never let another man have her? In her burning
state, absolutely. Was it silly? Completely. “Do you accept my rules?” Rules,
always with the rules.

“Yes! Just now, please, I feel
like I’m dying.” A garbled sound left her throat then turned into a high moan.

“Turn around.” Her mind tried to
process the words, tried to make her limbs move, but all that happened was her
hips arched off the floor. She shook her head futilely—
I can’t do it
—but
then hands were on her, grabbing her and turning her onto her stomach.

She moved her cheek to the side
so she could see him, but then he was behind her. Yes, now, please! The first
touch of his hands was a sharp jolt of ice on her burning flesh. One hand
curled around her hip and then the other. Two lances of ice pierced through her
and it felt amazing, helped to cool the heat burning in her veins.