Bound For Blood (Feathers & Fire Book 1)

by Loxley Savage

  “There is a fee-” The Enforcer is cut off.

  “Silence! Don’t you think I am aware that there is a fucking fee? Money is not an issue for me. I am one of the wealthiest individuals in the world and also one of the most powerful. Now, do as I fucking say, and get this god damned robe off!!” Romero yells at the Enforcer.

  Footsteps come closer as the Enforcer makes his way to me, reeking of sweat and fear.

  “Wait! Wait. I want to do it,” Romero says, and a second set of footsteps come in my direction. Now I’m starting to get pissed off. I’m fucking sick of them unwrapping me like a god damned present. But I want his anger, I want his rage, so I choose to antagonize the male.

  Romero starts with the lowest of the three bows that hold my robe closed, then the middle, and finally unties the top bow, dropping the robe to the floor.

  “Like what you see, Romero? Is this how you prefer your females? Restrained and helpless to defend themselves. Or is it that you can’t get a female to voluntarily fuck you without tying her down first?” I taunt.

  “Leave us. Now!” He roars at the terrified Enforcer. The sound of the Enforcers footsteps leave my room, and the door clicks shut behind him. For the first time ever, I’m left alone with a male in my room.

  “Oh, poppet. You have no idea just how much I like it,” he replies, his voice raspy with need as he leans his face in between my breasts and inhales my scent while squeezing my ass in both hands. “You smell absolutely exquisite, like a freshly uncorked bottle of the rarest wine.” He extends a tongue and runs it between my breasts. I shudder in pleasure when a pulse of his power floods my room.

  “What are you doing to me?” I ask, my voice now barely above a whisper as he toys with the bows on my bottoms.

  Removing his face from my chest, he grazes his hands up my side and runs his fingers just beneath the seam of the shimmering triangles before slipping them off my breasts, exposing my pebbled nipples. “I am giving you a small taste of what a night with me could be like.” He says as he rolls and tugs my nipples between his fingers, pulling a whimper from my lips. “We belong together, you and I. And I intend to take you all for myself when the time is right. But for now, we will just have to settle for this.”

  “Stop touching me!” I shout as another pulse of his power permeates the room, flooding my core with wetness. I moan, my succubus clawing at my insides, begging to be set free. My traitorous body betrays me by reacting to whatever power he’s using on me, and I’m helpless to do anything to stop it. My nipples peak under his touch, tingling with excitement. My breathing grows rapid, my chest heaving as evidence of my arousal starts to leak down my thigh. Oh god, I hope he doesn’t see it.

  It’s obvious he notices my response to his power. He chuckles, the sound so sexy and masculine, the vibrations go straight to my throbbing clit, and a moan escapes my lips. Abandoning my aching nipples, his fingers reach down to my knee and trail up from my inner thighs to my shimmering thong. He pauses when he reaches the wetness there.

  Excited with his discovery he purrs, “Well now, poppet. This is a surprise.” He dips his finger in the arousal on my leg, tracing it along the junction of my thigh and my thong. “It seems your succubus does want to come out and play nice after all. We are going to have so much fun together, when the time is right. For now, I’ll leave you with this…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he sends one final pulse of his power at me, and I scream out as an orgasm rolls through my body, my thighs dripping with evidence of Romero’s power. The chains shake as my body trembles in the aftershock of it.

  Panting, I try to catch my breath, mortified at what Romero was able to do to me, and without even touching me. What the actual fuck was that?

  As if sensing my disbelief, he laughs and it’s the sexiest sound I have ever heard. “Oh, poppet. I told you at the auction the plans I have for you, for our future. You are meant for me. I will make you and this sexy body of yours all mine. I am very much looking forward to using my play toys on you, to see how far I can push you, to see what it takes to make you scream.”

  “Fuck you, Romero. You have no right-”

  “I have every fucking right!” He proclaims, pinching my nipples between his fingers, his sweet breath heating my face. “You are mine, whether you want to accept it or not, poppet. Every inch of your body is mine. I will have you anywhere I want, any way I want, and anytime I want. And you, being my obedient little pet, are going to let me. I can make this feel good for you. Don’t you see that? We will be great together. With you by my side, I will be unstoppable. The world will tremble in fear of me. Once I take you for myself, the power in your blood will be mine too. Nothing and no one will stand in my way.” He lets go of my nipples and starts to circle around me. I hear him drop to his knees in front of me as he proceeds to lick the wetness off my thighs, moaning as he does so.

  “I will never be yours, Romero.” I counter, trying to ignore how turned on I am by his tongue licking so close to my pussy. “Or have you forgotten? I’m a god damned fucking slave. There’s no escaping this life. I will die within these walls.”

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He scolds me as he stands up and leans close so no one can hear him, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Have you learned nothing about me, poppet? Once I decide that something is mine, no one can stop me from taking it, from taking you. I will come for you, and I will claim your gorgeous body. The things I’m going to do to you…. depraved things, naughty things. I will make you tremble with desire and beg me for more even though you hate what I’m doing to you. I won’t just have this sexy fucking body, I will also own your mind.”

  With that announcement, he rights my top and walks from the room, leaving me on edge and for the first time in days, scared.

  A few hours after the incident with Romero, I’m lying in my bed, recovering from the physically and emotionally draining encounter when something odd happens. An Enforcer knocks on my door and orders that I face the restraint wall. It puts me on edge because it’s not something that usually happens outside of a parade or without first presenting me with an outfit, clueing me in to the fact I would be on my way to a session. However I do as I’m told, securing myself and placing the blindfold over my eyes.

  Once I’m in place, the door creaks open and footsteps make their way towards me. After securing my wrist shackles behind my back, an Enforcer grabs me in the crease of my elbow and leads me out of my room and into another. Forced into a seat, my limbs are secured to the arms and legs of a chair. My anxiety skyrockets at this point, and that’s when something tightens around my bicep, followed by a pinch on my arm.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him boldly as the item is strapped to my upper arm.

  “You’re here for a blood draw. Someone paid us well for it.” That’s odd. I’ve been here for, well, forever and have not had my blood removed for purchase since I was a child. I want to ask who has requested it, but I know it’s fruitless. They won’t tell me. I sit for a long time as the Enforcer drains most of my blood, needing to change the bags every so often. Contemplating who it could be, I slowly start to drift into the comfort of darkness.

  My team and I have been hard at work, trying to devise a plan to save the Princess. We’ve scoured the Black Forest surrounding Exotique, looking for anything that might help us, but we find ourselves…. at a loss. Perched in the trees, flying over the land, scouting on foot… we’ve reviewed the entire topography but still, nothing. There is no clear path inside, leaving us impatient and frustrated. We’re starting to get on each other’s nerves from the constant closeness.

  Then one day we get a glimmer of hope. The main entrance to Exotique is rudimentary, a set of double metal doors in the side of a small hill, surrounded by ancient Oak and Elm trees. Having been inside once before, I know that the Auction room lies just beyond them.

  We’re hiding in a cluster of trees, after what feels like days of waiting, when we finally see our chance. The double doors swing open, and several w
orkers come out with a limp female in tow. She is lying on a mobile cot that is on a path to an open door on an armored truck. So this is how the females are moved around, by this armored truck!

  It is obvious that she is sedated for her journey. That thought alone is frightening. Shivers run down my spine as I imagine her terror, waking up to unknown horrors in countless unfamiliar locations surrounded by monsters that want to use her. Anger starts to build up when I think about my mate suffering the same fate.

  We must put a stop to this, not only for Trinity, but for all those captive females. No one deserves this life, well, except the monsters causing it.

  Lachlan and Orian catch my eye as I motion for us to retreat, my brain spinning with plans for her escape. They nod in understanding, shift, and take off into the skies. Following behind them, I continue to formulate my plan.

  During the short flight to our makeshift hideout, I let my mind wander to Trinity. Her angelic face and her gorgeous body, so sweet in spite of her terrible situation. My heart aches for her, my phoenix desperate to retrieve our mate.

  Shifting back as we land, my team and I enter the small camouflaged camper hidden in some thick trees. The camper is small but practical and has everything we need. A set of bunk beds, with a double bed on the bottom, takes up the left wall. In the center is a kitchenette with all the essentials, and a small bathroom sits across from it. On the right wall is an eating area, two bench seats and a small but useful table.

  “I think I have a plan guys,” I say as I sit down on one of the benches.

  “I’m all ears,” Lachlan asserts. He sits down across from me, Orian by his side.

  “It’s simple really. There is no feasible way to break into Exotique, am I right?” The guys both nod in agreement, their faces serious, both ready to finally nail down a course of action.

  “We continue to stake out the entrance to Exotique as we have been, waiting for the Princess to be transported. The purchased females are always moved in that armored car. We simply follow the truck with her inside to the location of the-”

  “Fucking monsters?” Lachlan supplies for me.

  “Yes.” I agree with a grin on my face. “We follow it to their location, take out whoever has her, and retrieve the Princess!”

  “It’s not a great plan, so much can go wrong, but it’s all we’ve got, and it’s worth a try. Let’s do it!” Orian agrees, punching a fist into his palm.

  “I’ll get started right away on weapons and strategy,” Lach says.

  I clasp each one on a shoulder, commanding their attention. They look at me in turn, Lachlan with his piercing artic blue eyes and Ri with his emerald green ones. “Lach, Ri, I just want you to know before we go in there, how proud I am of both of you. For years we’ve searched for her, and throughout failed mission after failed mission, you have remained steadfast and loyal. If something should happen to me, just know that these days with you were the best days of my life.”

  Several days have passed since the Parade and that episode with Romero. As the shower turns on, I rush to get inside and enjoy the cascade of warm water down my body. My thoughts turn to the nameless, wonderful male that my body craves. I miss his gentle touch, his kind words, and the immense pleasure he bestowed upon me. Will I see him again? Does he think of me too? Questions like these bombard my thoughts, the emptiness inside me growing larger every day in his absence.

  I think about his rough hands as I wash my body and pretend my hands are his, remembering what he did to me. Lathering soap in my hands, I gently caress my skin. Circling my nipples with my soapy fingers, I pretend that it’s his large, coarse hands teasing them. I gasp when I pinch my hardened tips, remembering the grip of his strong fingers as he pulled and tweaked them.

  Dampness that has nothing to do with the shower pools between my legs. Fondling my breasts a few times, I slowly trail my hand down in between my legs, guiding my finger inside my slit. Thinking about how his skilled tongue caressed my pussy, I wet my finger in my arousal and circle my throbbing clit. The memory of our dueling orgasms takes over my senses.

  I can smell him in the room with me now, fresh and clean, like my newly laundered sheets. I start to circle faster, this time rubbing my clit every few strokes. Faster and faster I glide across myself remembering how my body trembled as my orgasm grew with his massive cock inside me. He didn’t just fuck me, it felt like something more, still feels like something more. Quicker now, I furiously work my engorged clit with one hand and tweak a sensitive nipple with the other. Remembering his hot seed flooding my channel as our tongues danced, takes me spiraling over the edge, and I moan as my orgasm crests. I slow my pace now, riding out the final waves of my orgasm. My fingers are slick with arousal when I remove them from my core, my legs trembling from its strength.

  The momentary happiness quickly morphs into sadness at the loss of his touch. The connection I know I felt eats at me as the darkness threatens to take over. I wish I could have seen his face, even for just a second. Or gazed into his eyes.

  I finish my shower and think about our night together, my Phoenix calling to him sticks out the most to me. She is usually so docile and dormant during my sessions. Not with him. She felt reborn in a sense, like she rose from a raging fire, changing into who we are meant to be. It was like I could sense him, feel what he felt, like we were connected as one, complete and whole.

  Sometimes I think I might go crazy in my sorrow. The unending despair makes me want to give into the madness lurking in the corners of my mind. I can’t explain what happened during that magical and passionate night. I only know that it was significant. Deep in my wounded soul, I was changed.

  Unable to dwell in the shower any longer, I step out, wrap a towel around myself, brush my teeth, and head back to my bed. A groan escapes my lips when I see the shimmering outfit laying out for me. Fuck… Someone has purchased me.

  Mentally I start to prepare for the session, and that dark place in my mind beckons, the one calling for my end. Maybe today will be the day that takes me from this unending sorrow. Anxious, I dress and tie my robe in place. Assuming my position in the center of the circle, I secure my wrist and ankle shackles and put on the blindfold.

  Facing the wall, I contemplate how I might encourage those that bought me tonight to give me what I want. How can I enrage them, persuade them to lash out and unleash their wrath upon me? Will I be able to take the pain I know they will inflict upon me when I disobey? I can if it takes me away from this life.

  The door creaks when it opens and the Enforcer’s footsteps make their way over to me. I feel the prick of the needle, a dizzying darkness soon follows as the serum to knock me out floods my bloodstream. It hits me quickly, and I start to lose my balance as the Enforcer guides me onto the mobile cot. Secured in place, I lose consciousness the moment we exit my room.

  Dressed in cargo pants and black razor back tank tops which allow our wings to extend unimpeded from our backs, my team and I crouch behind a cluster of trees and wait for the Princess to be wheeled out. The painstaking surveillance has taken days before we finally spot a weakness we can exploit. I’m absentmindedly fingering the handle of a dagger when the doors to Exotique open. The immediate tugging sensation alerts me to her presence, the fierce connection deep inside me that joins Trinity and I together. It’s like a rubber band wrapped around my soul that constantly strains against the tautness of our distance, trying to bring us back together.

  My Phoenix stirs under my skin as we burn for our mate. Just the sight of her unconcious on that cot rips at my soul. I look at Lachlan and Orian, and see identical looks of shock flicker across their faces.

  “Something is wrong, Keegan,” Lachlan whispers. “I feel weird, like an invisible hook is inside me, trying to drag me towards the door.”

  “I feel it too. I’ve never felt anything quite like it,” Orian agrees, his green eyes focused on the Princess. “It’s like a compulsion to get to her that I almost can’t fight. Like I need to be with her or
die trying.”

  “That’s exactly how I felt the first time I saw her, like an imaginary string was reeling me in.”

  “What does it mean?” Lach asks.

  “I’m not sure what it means for you, but when we mated, she confided that she could feel the same draw to me that I felt for her, the same magnetic pull.”

  “Do you think…. No, it’s impossible.” Orian mumbles.

  “Out with it Ri. What’s on your mind?”

  “Well, do you think that maybe we’re her mates too? All three of us? I know it’s crazy to think the Princess could have three bonded mates, but if you felt what we’re feeling… What else could it be? I’ve never had a desire so strong.” Orian rubs his chest, like it aches for her. And if he feels anything like I do, then I’m sure it does.

  I open my mouth to answer him but I’m distracted by the loud, metallic slam of the doors on the truck closing with Trinity inside. “Let’s go,” I say to my team. As the armored vehicle leaves Exotique, we shift and take to the skies, flying high above to avoid detection.

  In our half shifted form, feathers grow from our hairline and all the way down our backs ending with our Phoenix tails. Feathers also grow on our foreheads, like an exaggerated widows peak from our hairline extending to a point just above our eyebrows. Massive feathered wings emerge from our shoulder blades, each one the length of our bodies. Feathers sprout from our wrists to elbows and calves to ankles, protecting our skin like armor. We are also able to grow talons from our nails at our own discretion.

  We follow the truck as it clambers on for miles. My thoughts turn to Trinity and my team. Could they be her destined mates too? The thought of sharing her with them should bring on a fierce wave of jealousy, but all I can feel is a sense of rightness, completeness. We’ve been together our whole lives. It seems only fitting that we would share her, protect her side by side, and dare I say, love her together.