Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance)

by Grey, T. A.

  Pressing his hips into her cheeks, Willow felt the unmistakable evidence of his erection. Her body warmed like she’d been sitting out in the sun, her skin tightening with coiled nerves ready to expend release.

  His hands reached under her to fondle her breasts through her shirt. His movements were rough and jerky, reminding her so much of the first times they were together. Instead of fighting it this time, she went with it, ready to enjoy everything he gave her.

  With a frustrated growl, Lyonis tugged her shirt up to free her breasts. He found her athletic bra and tugged that up too until her breasts touched the open air of the room. Her nipples were hard before he even touched them.

  And touch them he did with hard, rough squeezes that melted her from the inside out. They panted and groaned together like two beasts about to mate in the dark woods at night. He pinched her nipples and tugged on the peaks until she was panting beneath him, waiting for him to do more.

  “Lyonis.”

  “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, my Willow.” His husky, sweet words, accompanied by the masterful touch of his hands, made Willow’s heart feel too big for her chest. His hands spanned her ribcage then tracked down her bare stomach to her hips. He didn’t stop there. He traveled down, grabbing her pants and panties in his fingertips and pulling until they settled around her ankles.

  “I’ve dreamed of you like this,” he said, his voice husky with need.

  “I bet you have,” she managed to say. He palmed her hips and thighs, her cheeks and stomach with growing fervor.

  He chuckled softly. “It’s one thing to take you like this when you’re still fighting me, but an entirely different pleasure to have you willing and accepting.” He pressed dozens of kisses up her spine that spread chills across her until she shivered.

  He pulled the tie that bound her hair and pushed it to one side of her shoulder. It was an intimate, sweet ac but Willow knew for him it was a dominating one. A moment later, his lips were at the back of her neck, making her shiver.

  Time stopped as his teeth sank into her. She was in an alternate reality where there were no worries of demons, or the past, or of a baby. Here there was only him and her, experiencing each other in the most basic and wonderful of ways.

  His bite claimed, marked. It shot rays of pleasure down her spine to her toes, curling them in her shoes. He released her slowly as if it pained him to do so. Willow made a soft sound as his teeth retreated. His lips kissed the mark he made. Her body was on fire as if she’d dropped into an inferno. Her sex dripped with cream, open and ready for him. She couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Lyonis, please.”

  His hands stilled at her hips, then squeezed in a hard possessive touch that she’d remember for the rest of her days.

  The next happened so fast that she wished she could slow down time and remember every second of it. He stood back and she heard the hiss of his zipper, the whoosh of his khaki’s dropping. He kicked open her legs until she was spread for him. She didn’t mind, she actually arched her hips back to him in offering...just as he once said she would. How right he was about so many things.

  His hands curled around her bare shoulders and locked tight. She thought she was prepared for it, but she was wrong. He nudged her entrance, then shoved inside.

  Their cries meshed in the office, ringing off the walls. She was wet and open but still his big size stretched her to delicious lengths, tingled her nerves, and worked her muscles into a frenzy that she was sure everyone in the town would here when she came.

  He didn’t stop moving. He entered her, then began pounding into her mercilessly. Flesh slapped against flesh, cries met groans. She was his captive. Locked in his grip, pushed against the desk with no inch to spare. He simply took and she gave.

  He slid in and out in fast, driving strokes. Raw, earthly cries left her throat as the pressure inside her built like trapped steam. He felt it, too. Her pussy tensed around him as if trying to lock him in place, but he wouldn’t be held. He was claiming his mate.

  He drove faster, harder until her cheeks jiggled and his gripped tightened around her shoulders to keep her from sliding across the desk.

  He kicked open her legs another few inches and she moaned. His sac swung with each thrust, slapping against her swollen clitoris with fast, heavy pulses. It was tormenting, it was wild, and she was lost.

  His cock filled her deep then he held himself there. Willow shot apart like fireworks, exploding in a thousand different directions. Her blood boiled, sex tightened then quivered her release to every muscle in her body until, unable to keep it restrained, she screamed. She screamed his name, her pleasure, the intense, overwhelming pressure inside her as the steam released out of her body and into the air around them.

  She went limp against the desk, her body a pliable receptacle for him—the ultimate offering. And he took it like a conqueror.

  “God, Willow.” It was almost a prayer, a husky vow of amazement from him. He held her tighter and bore down on her, hips slapping loudly against her.

  Her sex pulsed and clenched around him with the last vestiges of her orgasm and he rode on that pleasure, driving his own until finally—he met his.

  With a guttural shout, he slammed home and shot his hot seed into her. Willow jerked as the streams jetted inside her, hitting her walls and teasing her with the promise of another orgasm. He came for long, long seconds, hips trembling against her backside as he pumped his seed, fingers hanging on for dear life as his shout finally faded.

  Willow couldn’t move a muscle. She now knew what it was like to be made of pudding. He released her and she collapsed against the desk, holding on for dear life so she wouldn’t slide into a pull of mush on the floor.

  Lyonis pulled out from her, his hands rubbed soothing circles across her back.

  “So smooth. So soft. You’re more beautiful to me than you can imagine,” he said softly. Willow might have melted at his sweet words but as it was, she was already melding with the wood of the desk.

  His fingers and thumbs rubbed into the already liquefied muscles of her back. Willow sighed as he gently rubbed where his hands had been curled around her shoulders. He never hurt her with his touch, though he’d been unrelenting in holding her down. Slowly, he turned her around and held her against him. It was a good thing too because she swore she still couldn’t stand on her own two feet. Her eyes refused to open. It was as if that one orgasm had completely shut down her body.

  “I need a nap.”

  His laughter floated over her. “I’ll tuck you in myself, but there’s one more thing I need first.”

  Willow blinked and looked up at him. “What?”

  He picked her hand from off his chest and place it over his naked crotch. Willow eyebrows shot up and some of the fog that had been draped over her lifted.

  “You’re hard.” He gave her a hungry look, nodding.

  Then he explained, “You just agreed to be my mate. I’m so hard I feel like I’ve had one pent up orgasm sitting inside me my whole life waiting for this moment. Waiting for you.” Willow’s fingers curled around his hard shaft. The pulsing heat of him, the unbending strength, and the soft skin teased her own desire with sexy possibilities.

  However she was too boneless to be much good to him, so she told him so. If anything, his gaze threw even hungrier.

  “No worries, mate. I have that all figured out.” Then he pushed her gently and she went to her knees before him. His cock bobbed in front of her lips as if waving for attention.

  His eyes traveled over her wildly like a hungry man seeing food for the very first time. He watched her bare breasts paying particular attention to her nipples, then slid down her softly rounded stomach to the apex of her sex. His cock twitched before her, the head darkening to a blush.

  “Now suck on my cock, mate.”

  Willow might have been up in arms at his order, but that was before. Because now she understood that the moment her mouth wrapped around his cock, he was all hers.
She also realized she felt freed in a way. She was no longer bound by her previous, strict notions of him and what they could be together. She had the freedom now to explore, learn, and test new territories. One of which she was about to suck on...happily.

  Though, on second thought, her body still felt like a warm pile of butter. The energy it took to give him a blowjob was not entirely appealing to her. She looked up at him with beseeching eyes. After he tore his gaze from her pussy, he laughed.

  “Not to worry. I’ve got this under control. All you have to do is help me along.” Willow was still trying to figure out what that meant, when he gripped his cock in his hand and brought the wet tip to her lips. Her tongue darted out and cleaned him of their salty mess. Only more seemed to appear.

  “Open your mouth,” he grunted, his voice part beast now with his passion. Willow’s hand reached between her legs and touched herself. She couldn’t refuse it when her core throbbed so hard.

  She parted her lips. Lyonis’ face slackened with pleasure, eyes falling to half-mast, wet lips parting. He held his cock and teased her lips with it, coating her lips with his precum.

  “Just relax,” he said. “I’ll do the work.” Willow planned on it because she barely had the energy to rub small circles around her clit.

  He pushed the head of him past her lips and held it there. Her tongue darted around and traced the salty tip in a lazy circular pattern. He reached for her jaw and cupped her, fingers teasing the loose strands of her hair.

  “Relax your jaw,” he said. Willow let her jaw fall open, her tongue resting flat in her mouth.

  Then he pushed inside. His girth spread her lips around him. Her tongue glided his way. He pushed inside until he reached the back of her throat, then he paused as a sweat broke out over his forehead.

  “Oh, God,” he groaned. Both hands cupped her jaw, held on to her hair as he retreated and pushed back inside, thrusting slowly but surely. Willow’s tongue tasted ecstasy. Tasted the saltiness from his release in her body, the creaminess from her own and together it combined into a delicious, sexy flavor unlike anything she’d ever tasted before.

  His strokes quickly became faster. He began thrusting into her mouth as he’d done to her over the desk. It didn’t hurt; in fact, she felt no strain on her jaw, since she stayed relaxed. He watched her with raw passion, mesmerized as if she was giving him some special gift. She supposed she was in a way.

  He worked his cock in and out of her mouth, his strokes becoming more impatient as his need built up. Willow circled her clit faster as her own release neared. Soft moans left her throat and vibrated around his cock. He threw back his head as if unable to hold it up any longer.

  The soft steel of him passed over her tongue repeatedly, growing faster until she felt the crisp hairs of his groin pressing against her lips again and again. His cock swelled inside her mouth, pushing her lips even further. His groans became frequent, the hands in her hair tightened harder and she knew he was near.

  Her hips jerked against her hand with the onslaught of her release. Lyonis took her mouth until finally she felt the short burst of precum coating her tongue. She swallowed it, her throat and mouth tightening over his cock, and then he lost it—and so did she.

  He pushed deep as his cock exploded in her mouth. Hot streams of cum shot inside her in hot squirts. Willow rubbed her clit furiously and moaned over the cock stuffing her mouth as her orgasm came crashing through her. She jerked and shuddered and still he held her head close, never letting up as he came hard inside her.

  She swallowed as the thick deluges kept coming. Then together they finished, bodies sagging with relief. He pulled his cock out with a wet pop then teetered on his feet as if he might fall. Willow laughed and tugged on his hand until he came down beside her.

  Then together they fell asleep on the office floor.

  Chapter 25

  “Are you ready to go?”

  Willow finished brushing her hair and smiled at Lyonis. Ever since she decided to mate with him, things had been different. She actually felt...happy. She still wasn’t sure if it was because the stress of the situation was gone or if it was because she was genuinely happy. Either way, she felt good about her decision and was ready to go through with it.

  She nodded at him and they piled into his truck and drove towards the field where the festival was being held. As Lyonis drove through the neighborhood, Willow thought back to the past few days. They’d been some of the happiest days of her life. Lyonis and her talked, they talked about everything. About his parents, about hers, about their childhoods. It almost felt like they were any other normal couple.

  She kept waiting for the dreaded feeling to come over her, but it never came. No regret, no shame, and no denial. She was ready to mate with him, and they were doing it tonight after the festival. He still wouldn’t tell her how it was done, but that afterwards she’d finally and fully be his wife. The whole thing made her dizzy with excitement—another first for her. She just wished her sisters could be here. She’d asked him if she could invite them but Lyonis told her that the mating ceremony is very private. She blushed thinking about it.

  Even the worries in the town over the demon were slowly seeping away. Stephanie, although she still couldn’t recall what happened that night in the forest, was alive and back to normal according to her parents. The town bustled again with energy, the cloud of suffocating depression lifted like a fading dream.

  The bright lights of the festival came into view and Willow could barely contain her excitement. She felt like a child going to her first circus. The music of a band drifted over the roar of the truck, some Rock n’ Roll tune she recognized but didn’t know the words to.

  They parked in a spot by headquarters and Willow jumped out of her seat before Lyonis could come around to her door. Her eyes were wide as she took everything in.

  The entire town was here. Dressed in warm jackets and winter hats, they walked in groups to the booths and stands of the festival. They danced in front of the makeshift stage where the band performed. The scents of sugary cotton candy, spicy meat, and caramel apples tantalized her nose. For the first time since becoming a mature succubus, Willow wished she could still eat food. The last meal she’d eaten was a chicken salad. The thought was almost too depression to bear.

  “It’s like a carnival!”

  Smiling at her enthusiasm, Lyonis grabbed her hand and began showing her the festival. Dozens of brightly lit booths provided fun and games in the form of archery and ball throwing contests to win prizes of gigantic stuffed animals.

  “How do you do all of this?”

  “We have a planning committee actually.” She gave him a look that made him laugh. “It’s true. They plan it months in advance. We have an extra tax put in place on all of the local businesses to pay for everything. Locals volunteer, heck some even fight over who gets to operate which booths. It’s a lot of fun for everyone.”

  Willow passed booths selling homemade scarves, hats, and silks where girls happily waited in line to buy. Other booths had homemade jewelry in the form of beaded necklaces, bracelets, and little earrings. She felt like a kid in the candy store and wanted to try a little bit of everything.

  The next booth had her coming to a halt. Behind the table of the booth sat wooden shelves holding a variety of snow globes. Some had lights inside him with little figurines dancing or moving, others when shaken snowed down white specs over a replica of the town.

  “You like snow globes?”

  Willow’s throat tightened. The words in Papa’s will came into her mind. He left her all of his precious snow globes. The same ones he personally cleaned and cared for. He kept them in his study and his bedroom. All of them special to him, personally picked out or even made to signify a special memory for him.

  Willow could only nod, afraid that if she spoke he’d hear the raw emotion inside her. He nodded and led her up to the booth. The attendant behind it was none other than Stephanie McLannahan’s mother, Nancy.


  “Hello, Nancy. You have a great selection this year.” Nancy’s eyes lit up at the compliment from her Alpha.

  “Thank you. Is there anything you’d like to look at?” Lyonis looked at Willow in question and she pointed to two different globes. One was of the town, the other a replica of this festival. Nancy grabbed them off the shelf and placed them on the counter.

  Willow picked up the one of the town first. It was lovely, the details perfect. A dark wooden fence went around the globe where a thin line of trees to represent the forest sat inside them. In the middle of the globe was the town, covered in white snowflakes as if they’d just received a big storm. She recognized the pub, which even had a small sign over it that read The Wolf’s Den. The detail was superb.

  “Did you do all of these yourself?” Willow said. Nancy nodded, a delighted twinkle in her eye. “They’re amazing.” She shook the globe and watched as the snow on the bottom lifted to the top then slowly drifted down over the town.

  She picked up the next globe, this one displaying a festival not unlike this one. There were booths with small lights inside them and tiny figurines of smiling people. Children lined the game booths and adults walked hand in hand in a happy moment, their hats and coats keeping them warm in the otherwise snowy and cold looking environment. She shook the globe and white puffs snowed over the festival.

  “I’ll take them both,” Willow said. It may just be something she picked up from Papa, but these snow globes were too precious to pass up on. With them, she would recall this time and place, this town, for the rest of her life. The happy moments encased in a glass globe of fake snow.

  Lyonis pulled out his wallet and paid for them. Willow started to protest but he kissed her to shut her up.

  “Consider it a mating gift,” he whispered for her ears alone.

  Wearing a silly smile, Willow picked up her carefully boxed bag of goodies and strolled with Lyonis through the rest of the festival. They played all of the games, which naturally, she made sure she won. It took some maneuvering, which was totally not cheating, but she did it.