Bound For Blood (Feathers & Fire Book 1)

by Loxley Savage

  As I cradle her head and she bares her soul to me, it feels like my heart has been torn from my body. I wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs and tell her, “It’s going to be okay, Princess. One day you will no longer endure this, and you will find happiness. But in the meantime, I want you to promise me that you’ll continue to fight, to endure what these monsters put you through. You must believe that you were made for something greater than this life. Believe that one day, you won’t just exist, but finally get to live.”

  At my proclamation, she takes a deep breath and nods with her exhale. Like she’s mentally preparing for battle against what I know is a degrading and helpless situation. She has no idea who she is; a powerful ruler, the lost Princess of the Phoenix Empire. She has family that loves her and subjects who desperately want and need her back.

  “Take me.” She says, the last of her tears drying on her beautiful face. Hesitating for just a second, despite knowing I couldn’t turn her down even if I tried or wanted to, I sit up and eagerly remove my clothes.

  This is it. I shouldn’t take advantage of her position, but I can’t help myself. I have no willpower left to stop me now. Already positioned between her spread legs, I waste no time and thrust into her.

  “Take me.” I tell him. If I only get this one night of happiness, then I intend to fully enjoy it. The rustle of clothing alerts me that he accepts my offering. I let out a moan when his cock sinks into my wet heat.

  “Yes!” I scream in ecstacy. He feels so fucking good, his chest rumbling as he groans. He sheaths his entire length inside me with one thrust. Slowly, he pulls out and sinks back in, keeping his movements controlled.

  “Princess.” He says before slamming his lips onto mine, and this time I return his kiss with fervor. Running his tongue along my lips, he pulls a moan from my throat. Taking advantage of this, he thrusts his tongue into my open mouth. My tongue greets his, and they tangle in an erotic dance as he fucks me.

  I pull against the chains, desperate to rub my hands along his hard body. Groaning against my lips, his thrusts become less controlled, more needy.

  Something starts to grow inside me, something big. It’s like a giant ball of sizzling energy surging within me. Like an avalanche gaining speed as it courses down a mountain, a force that can’t be stopped as the magnetism drawing me towards him grows stronger.

  His massive cock stretches my pussy around him. The fullness is so intense that I almost can’t take it. Plunging in and out, over and over, faster and faster, the potent force threatens to burst with each thrust. Our breathing quickens, our bodies slick from exertion.

  Growling with excitement, he releases my lips and sits up, firmly grabbing me by the hips. His movements become more frantic as he chases the release we can both feel coming. Faster now his body slams into mine. My orgasm builds while the tidal wave of power hovers inside me, just waiting to crash down into us. My pussy clenches around him, trying to keep him inside, milking his hard cock.

  Then I crest, and we climax as one, screaming and roaring out our dueling orgasms. My succubus drinks down his release as the driving force connecting us swells, and a thick heat engulfs us. From behind the blindfold I swear I can see the room is bright, like we’re wrapped together in the heat of dancing flames.

  Then suddenly, it’s as if my Phoenix connects with his, and an image of a blue feathered phoenix flashes in my mind. I feel a change in the air as he shifts above me. His Phoenix presents itself to mine, claiming me. Feathers rain down on my body, tickling my already sensitive skin. For a moment we’re both silent, the only noise the sound of our heavy breathing.

  What the fuck just happened!? It felt like magic, but surely…

  He interrupts my thoughts as his lips descend on mine, this time with a sense of ownership, like he’s taken possession of me, and I fucking love it. I kiss him back with a feverish desire.

  We orgasm as one, our souls connecting on the deepest level, and the world stops for this incredible moment. I shift above her as my phoenix bursts to the surface, presenting himself to her, claiming her as our mate. A shower of blue feathers rain down on her gorgeous body. Intense and amazing, the power of our bond surges while the hot flames of the mating fire engulf our bodies.

  It’s beautiful, just like her, the heat melting our souls into one, linking us together for all of time. That’s when I sense her mind for the first time.

  For a moment, neither of us move. I think we can both feel that something important happened, only I know what it is and she does not. The crackling sound of the mating fire surrounds us, burning as the flames within us merge and ignite, and our powers connect, proclaiming us as one. I can’t believe it. Trinity is my destined mate! My Phoenix has come out to stake his ownership on her.

  Mine.

  I crash my lips into hers, and our tongues dance together. Nothing in the world has ever felt so right. My Phoenix is overcome with delight at the discovery of our true mate.

  Then reality sets in. I’m going to have to leave her here, naked and alone. I must abandon my mate, chained to this fucking bed, at the mercy of merciless men, at least until I can figure out how to free her from captivity.

  I don’t know if I can do it.

  Reluctantly, I pull off her lips and stare at this perfect female, tracing her face with my fingers, not believing my luck, a smile plastered on my face. She’s grinning too, and it makes her even more beautiful.

  Suddenly, a very serious demeanor descends on her features. With determination she says, “Bleed me.”

  On cloud nine, I’m floating with happiness as he runs his fingers over the contours of my face, like he’s trying to memorize its topography. Suddenly, an instinctive need to power this male fills me, and I tell him, “Bleed me.”

  He stills, shock at my request evident in his stiff demeanor.

  “What?” He questions with disbelief in his tone.

  “Bleed me. Drink my blood. Empower yourself. I need to do this for you. Call it intuition. Call it whatever you want, but I need you to do this for me, this one last request on the best night of my life. Please,” I beg him.

  “Princess… I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Please, you must do this for me. The desire for you to drink from me is like an unquenchable fire burning within my veins as I try to resist it. Please. Do it.”

  I turn my head to the side and expose my neck to him. A sharp point traces along my skin and my blood starts to flow. Now that he’s seen it, he can’t resist its call, like I know the others can’t. His lips connect with my skin, and he gets his first taste.

  “Mmm.” He groans in pleasure as the power of my blood mixes with his.

  “Keep drinking,” I encourage him a few minutes later, even when I start to feel weak from the blood loss. I know I will heal from this, so I want him to take as much as he can, as my gift for this night.

  Just as my eyes are about to close, he pulls off my neck, smacking his lips. I can sense his power, his happiness, his sense of completeness now that we’re together. “Princess.” He whispers to me as my eyes close behind the blindfold. The term of endearment sends warmth straight into my broken heart. He holds me as I fall asleep in his arms, content for the first time in my life, and I don’t even know his name.

  Her breath slows as weakness takes hold of her body. Through our bond, I can sense how much she wanted to give me the gift of her blood, how necessary she felt it was that I receive it. At a loss for words, with my heart torn and my throat burning with emotion, I can only whisper, “Princess.” If only she knew what she really was.

  As she falls asleep, content in my arms, I make a vow to any Gods that might be listening. I will avenge her, fight for her, die for her. My mate, my life. My Princess, Trinity.

  Leaving my new mate will be the hardest challenge I’ve ever faced. My heart clenches at the thought. Considering I’ve dedicated most of my life to locating her, the thought of abandoning her the day after finding her is pure torture. I’m alrea
dy mourning her loss, even as I lie with her here. This sweet, sensual, gorgeous female has blown my mind. It’s truly a wonder that she is as composed and normal as she is, considering her horrifying upbringing.

  When I first entered the Auction, I had no idea how drawn to her I would be, how hard and fast I would fall for her, how right it would feel to hold her in my arms. I look forward to the day I can look at her angelic face unobstructed by the blindfold and gaze into her eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and my soul is desperate to stay connected with hers.

  I look down and watch her while she sleeps in my arms, so beautiful and peaceful in her slumber. I start to get antsy as our night together comes to a close, knowing that inevitably I must ignore our bond and leave her side, walking away from this treasure I just unearthed. I can’t bear the thought of another touching her, drinking her, beating her, fucking her. The back of my throat burns, and I swallow down the despair that threatens to break free.

  Mine.

  My Phoenix is fucking pissed, refusing to leave our mate, insisting we stay as instinct demands. I close my eyes and rest my chin on the top of her head, squeezing her small frame closer to my chest. My mind races a mile a minute, milling through the potential escape routes and possible outcomes in our attempt to free the Princess.

  My team will be thrilled to hear my report, that our Princess has been found! I’m anxious to start plotting her rescue. Exotique is well protected with one entrance and guards posted in every hidden corner. We will need to use extreme stealth if we are going to successfully retrieve Trinity. But how are we going to do it?

  Fuck.

  Slowly, I inch my arm out from under the Princess, trying not to jostle her too much. I stand, shifting back to my human form, and turn to face her. My breath hitches and my heart starts to pound in my chest. She is breathtaking. Luxurious hair, highlighted with blues, pinks, and purples… Magnificent wings, so soft but powerful…

  And her body, fuck, don’t even get me started there.

  She’s so alluring, bound to the bed, lying there naked as the day she was born. Those perfect tits call to me, just begging for me to take another taste and I find it difficult not to wrap my lips around her pink tips. I sigh. I must rise above such things, she is my mate after all, and she will have my utmost respect.

  I decide to dress her before her captors come to retrieve me, not wanting my naked mate on display for others if I can help it. Looking around the room, I spot the outfit I tossed away in my excitement. Walking over to the silver ensemble, I stoop and pick it up off the floor. Anger courses through me at the thought of her being forced into this metal… contraption.

  Making my way back over to her, I gently roll her onto her side and slip the pieces under her, then ease her back down and buckle the skirt. In my haste to bury my face in her pussy earlier in the night, I ripped the thong off her body. Now I regret my impulsive actions. Her slit is peeking at me from under the tiny skirt, tempting me to get another lick. And if I can see those delicious lips, then so can the other males. Fuck. I acted just like those monsters, unable to control myself. Now I’ve left her exposed.

  Furious at myself for my lack of restraint, I begin to secure her top, which gives me an excuse to touch her spectacular tits. Grabbing the two sides of her top, I guide them over her chest, tucking her generous breasts behind the metal, effectively hiding her plump, pink nipples. I run my hands over the soft skin in the valley between her breasts a few times in a light caress before I secure the top to her collar. Finished dressing the princess, I lean back on my hands and just drink her in.

  Speaking of drinking… Her blood… oh my god, her blood. It’s... addicting. Immediately after consuming her, a fire ignited, burning within me, as bright and warm as the mating fires that engulfed us during our bonding. To say it was magical feels like an understatement. I feel drunk on power as it thrums under my skin, searing into the very fiber of my being, threatening to burst like molten lava inside a volcano just before it erupts. Contemplating what that could mean, the door creaks and guards enter to escort me out.

  Swallowing back the tears that threaten to fall, I glance at her one last time, memorizing what I can see of her beautiful face, and with a heavy heart, I allow them to guide me from the room, from my mate. The binding contract I signed in my own blood does not allow me to attempt to rescue her now. If I tried, its magic would kill me instantly.

  Profound sadness overwhelms me while we walk swiftly down a hallway and up a narrow flight of stairs. As we climb, a nagging pressure builds inside me. It’s agonizing. A piece of my heart breaks with each step I take that leads me away from my mate. I couldn’t even imagine a sorrow like this was possible, gut wrenching despair, knowing the horrors I must leave her to face.

  I take some deep breaths, trying to clear my mind and calm myself. I don’t want the guards to suspect I have an emotional connection to her. Shifters can sense those kinds of things. Stealth is of the utmost importance if my team and I are going to succeed in the rescue of the Princess.

  Finally, we reach the top of the stairs and make our way back into the Auction room. In my mind, I can still see her standing up on that stage, strung up to that fucking cross, with all the deplorable males ogling her curvy body. Squeezing my fists, I try to quench the anger that memory fuels while I’m led towards the exit. I peek at my surroundings one last time, looking for areas of weakness before I’m escorted out the door.

  Leaving the underground building brings a mix of emotions. While my heart feels a profound loss, I also feel a sense of purpose. Straightening my shoulders, I walk with confidence through the forest, choosing to turn my remorse into determination. If we are to rescue the Princess-

  My thought cuts off when a shifter jumps down from a tree right in front of me. Completely lost in my thoughts of Trinity, I had let my guard down. He’s an Eagle shifter, likely kin to the one I killed, here to seek his revenge. Hell, I’m still wearing his fucking jacket.

  With a roar, he charges at me. In my attempt to stop him, I throw my hands out in front of me. Fire erupts from my fingertips, connecting with my attacker and engulfing him in flames. I’m stunned as he runs shrieking into the forest, his body alight with flames.

  I swing my head around, frantically looking to see if anyone else saw what happened. What the fuck was that? I look down at my hands like this is the first time seeing them. Turning them over a few times, they look like my normal hands, but I can sense the power there, just waiting for my command, tingling in my fingertips.

  The sound of a tree branch cracking in the forest startles me, and I spin around to ensure that I am alone, not wanting others aware of this new ability, especially the monsters associated with Exotique. Satisfied that I’m by myself and wanting to give it another go, I decide on a target. I thrust my hands towards a boulder about ten feet away and call on my power. Fire explodes from my fingertips again, scorching the boulder. Internally I’m hollering in celebration while pumping my fists into the air. I can’t believe my luck! The power in the Princess’s blood has blessed me with the gift of fire! For a moment I bask in the excitement of my new found ability.

  With determination on my face, I jump and shift mid-air as I take to the sky, anxious to find my team and begin plotting her rescue.

  Lonely. Sad. Depressed.

  My eyelids are puffy and tears trail down my face without relent, evidence of my sorrow. These extreme emotions are tearing me apart. Lying on the rumpled bed in my cinderblock room just serves to remind me that I am not destined to be happy, that I will never be happy. My future holds nothing great, nothing to look forward to. I’m a fucking slave to a never ending line of monsters. They treat me like a food source they can fuck and degrade, taking advantage of me over and over and using me for their own pleasure, not caring how I feel during or after.

  Miserable.

  Wishing there was something better for me out there, I contemplate my pathetic life. For a long time now, I have come to term
s with my existence. This is all I have ever known. Sex, blood, and infinite males, have been my “normal” for as long as I can remember. Now, after last night, I know there could be more to life. Happiness, comfort, and pleasure in the absence of pain. The way that he made me feel…. Fuck. And I don’t even know his name.

  Lost in my thoughts of the wonderful soul who took me to heights of pleasure that I didn’t even know existed, I now feel… incomplete, empty, like a piece of me is missing. I find myself wishing my broken heart would cease to beat.

  Rolling over onto my side, I wrap my arms around myself for comfort while tears continue to drip down my face in my despair. Thinking about him brings me mixed emotions. He worshiped my body, made me feel things that I didn’t know were possible. He was sweet and gentle, and he smelled amazing. He held me, and he… kissed me! That kiss was mind blowing. The way our tongues meld together in an erotic dance made my heart clench in my chest.

  Something powerful happened when we climaxed together, I’m sure of it. I swear I saw a glow in the room, even through my blindfold. The room became engulfed in heat, like flames were licking my skin. As the connection to him snapped into place, a sense of rightness fell over me, like I was finally complete. Then my phoenix called out to him, and I swear that he shifted above me, and I don’t think it was intentional. I know I felt the softness of his feathers as they rained down on my body while his cock stayed nestled between my legs. He was… perfect.

  I groan with the realization that it will never happen again. He gave me such a gift, a painless night devoted to my pleasure. He encouraged me to stay strong, to be strong, insisting there would be more in this world for me if I could just hang on. But I’ve never felt so weak. My temporary happiness marred with the scars of despair. Now I mourn the loss of his warmth, his kindness. It feels like my life is slowly slipping through my fingers like grains of sand in a desert storm. Something inside me is dying, and I’m not sure I can recover, or that I even want to.