Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 (36 page)

Chloe cringed at the thought of
doing this. The taste of her own blood was coppery and gross to her, so she
didn’t anticipate his being much better. But she loved this man with all her
heart, and what was a little blood in the grand scheme of a long life together?

Tyrian’s raspy tongue flicked out
to taste her neck. Chloe couldn’t stifle the delicious shiver that came over
her. His arms tightened around her, then rolled her onto her back.

Her legs naturally parted to make
way for him.

“I never thought I’d do this,” he
admitted. His voice was husky and warm; it sent shivers down her spine. “I’m so
excited that I don’t want to wait any longer. Having to wait until your side
healed seemed like an eternity.”

Chloe smiled and pressed kisses
across his broad shoulder. “Then don’t wait any longer, warrior.”

Tyrian growled against her
throat, the sound a wicked purr and then his fangs slowly slipped into her
neck. Chloe moaned, gasped, wiggled against the straining cock nestled against
her sex.

Slowly, he pulled his hips back
then squeezed his cock inside.

“Faster,” she panted. His arms
banded around her back, her waist, arching her and holding her close as he
slipped inside her inch by inch. When he filled her an eternity later, she was
sweating, twitching on the edge of a climax that would shake the foundation of
the castle.

He drank from her slowly,
languidly, and she knew he was enjoying every drop, every second of this
moment. Hips retreated then pushed back in, stretching her wet tissues and
filling her with hot pleasure. Slow and easy, he worked her until her hips
squirmed against him, trying to get that extra friction, that extra speed she needed.

“Tyrian, baby, please.” He pulled
back from her neck and she felt his hot breath against her as he laughed.

“So needy, little succubus.” He
punctuated his words by landing hard inside her. The move would have scooted
her up on the bed if not for his arms around her. “I have never been happier in
my whole life than I am in this very moment, Chloe.”

She squeezed him tight, her heart
elated. “Me too, Ty. I love you.” His breaths deepened, strokes moved faster,
and then he was back at her throat, mouth sucking eagerly.

Chloe clenched, her knees
trapping his hips tightly. Cries left her throat as his thrusts became shallow,
repeatedly hitting her in that deep, dark spot. He knew what he was doing
because he sent her off like a rocket. She bucked and cried out as hot release
flooded his tunneling cock, trembling through her like an earthquake.

He pulled out while her body
still milked him and spun her around onto her stomach. He wrapped an arm low
around her hips and arched her back toward him, then pushed back inside.

“Are you ready?” His balls
slapped against her sensitive pussy, drawing forth an orgasm that was sure to
make the gods envious. As he waited for her answer, he kneed her legs wider so
his sac slapped against her clit with each heavy thrust.

“Yes, yes! I’m ready.” His wrist
appeared before her mouth with two fang marks already there. Drops of blood
beaded his thick wrist.

“Take it, drink it, my love, and
you’ll be mine forever.”

Chloe’s mouth watered and her
tongue darted out to lick the drops away. She heard him groan. His thrusts grew
harder. The hand around her waist kept her still for his hammering cock,
pushing and squeezing through her tight sheath.

She pressed her mouth against him
and then she drank. The first touch zapped her tongue like alcohol. Her eyes
flew open and she realized it wasn’t coppery. It was rich with a hint of
sweetness like spiced wine.

Chloe fell into a haze of magic.
Their bodies connected and mated on the most primitive, cellular level. She
brought his very essence into her body and could feel his soul mingling with
hers. His groans echoed her moans as the hot, pulsing sensation swept through
them.

For several earth-shattering
moments, time completely stood still for them. Blood to blood, they shared;
they mated. They were one. The most erotic orgasm of her life erupted inside
her. She screamed and heard his roar, felt his come spilling inside her,
blending with her own flooding release.

They stayed that way for minutes,
collapsing next to each other, face-to-face.

“It is done,” he said, a smile
playing at his lips. “Now, nothing will ever separate us.”

Chloe pressed a quick kiss to his
lips. “And you’re sure you won’t regret it?” He pulled her close to him, chest
to chest, heart to heart.

“Never.” And then he kissed her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

A wide, toothy yawn left Willow,
drawing several people’s gazes as she meandered away from the train station.

The Alpha wasn’t going to find
her this time. She was sure of it. She’d backtracked her path several times and
left little pieces of her clothing scattered all across Germany.

It was long and time-consuming
and her legs felt like they couldn’t take another step. Each time she blinked,
her eyelids hesitated to open again, so she bought a coffee from a café and
chugged it even as it scalded her tongue and lips.

She couldn’t go to sleep now. She
needed to figure out her next plan. Her backtracking should keep Lyonis busy
for a while, but he was smart and too damned good. He shouldn’t have even found
her to begin with.

The bitter thought had her
wanting to question her dearly departed Papa. She needed a necromancer to raise
him so she could yell at him for this, because it was so unfair. Why him? Why
the single type of man she could never stand?

She could best nearly any man at
anything, but how was she supposed to continue to outrun a damn shapeshifter?
It was impossible. She knew it on some deep level she didn’t want to voice
aloud.

She wouldn’t give up though.
Failure was not an option. For every time she even considered giving in to him,
she saw flashes of him feeding her by hand, making her sleep at his feet and
all sorts of nasty images. She shivered at the thought. Not her, no way.

Checking her map, she located
another train station within walking distance. She pulled a pair of shorts out
of her backpack and rubbed them over her face before dropping them behind a
trashcan at the station. This would be the last thing she left for him. From
here on out, she was desperately trying to win her freedom.

She started toward the second
train station at a quick pace. Aside from being chased by a possessive he-man,
she really enjoyed getting the time to see parts of Europe she’d never seen
before. If only she had a camera with her…

A shrill beeping had her jumping.
She recognized the sound from her satellite phone. Muttering under her breath,
she pulled the phone out of her backpack.

“Hello?”

“Thank God you answered. There’s…trouble.”
The sound of Chloe’s voice was like a sigh a relief. But the phone was cutting
out and she was missing words.

“Say again? What?” she shouted
into the phone.

“Demon…gone. Love Tyrian. Come…want
you…home.”

“Yeah, okay. I’m trying to get
home. Chloe, dammit, do you hear me?” She heard her sister’s voice fade in and
out and then the line died.

Willow growled at the damn phone
and threw it into the nearest trashcan. Piece of shit. Well, she was going home.
What was that crap about loving Tyrian? She snorted,
yeah right.

A faint sound in the distance had
her walking behind the train station to get a closer look at it.

“What the…”

There were farms and a forest in
the distance. She was in a rural part of Germany and there weren’t many streetlights
here to light things up. But there was no mistaking what she was seeing.

Trees started shaking, not as if
a wind was brushing against the branches, but like something was viciously
shaking them. Slowly, the sound became clearer.

Birds burst forth from the
shaking trees, flying away, squawking. Willow looked around, but it was late
and she was alone behind the station.

Something great appeared in the
trees, standing high and tall above them. Willow’s jaw slowly fell open as the
great beast, even so far in the distance, seemed to look right at her. Its
massive mouth opened.

“
W
iiilllllloooow
!”

Willow screamed until her voice was
hoarse, then she didn’t hesitate a moment longer—and ran.

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T. A. GREY
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