Fire in The Moon (The Bound Series Book 3)

by JF Holland

  Balin groaned at the sensation of finally being inside his mate, his hands coming up and stroking over her before settling on her waist so he could control the pace. Lifting her up he held her there as he slowly pulled nearly all the way out before slamming her down he thrust upwards, rotating his hips for maximum penetration. A hand left her waist and went to her breast, tweaking a nipple before pinching it as he again thrust up – his other hand tangling in her hair and bringing her down over him. His mouth heatedly took hers, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, tangling with her own and quietening her moans and pleas. The heated kiss also stopped her sounds from drawing attention to what they were doing.

  From this new positon, he drew himself over that little nubbin of nerves at the top of her sex each time he moved in and out of her body - making Lana shudder and grind back against him. Balin increased his pace further, using a hand on her rounded arse cheek to hold her flush against him to stimulate her as he again rotated his hips beneath her.

  Lana began shaking, but wasn’t going over and Balin was too close himself to continue. He could feel his balls draw up tight into his body, the familiar tingling starting low down in his spine warning him that he was nearly there. Using the hand tangled in her hair, and the one on her arse he pushed, sending her over and onto her back. He rolled with her, keeping himself from sliding out of her, and landing just where he needed, an elbow stopping his weight from crushing her. Lana hooked her ankles around his back, digging her heels into his arse and tilting her pelvis as he began to ride her hard, fast and deep. Her neck arched and her breathing hitches as he pounded into her and looking down her groaned at the sight of her beneath him. Her breasts thrust up towards him like offerings, the temptation of the red nubs ones he was unable to ignore. He took a nipple between his teeth and bit down while he lowered a hand from her waist and used a thumb to circle and press on that little bundle of nerves at the top of her sex on his next stroke. He was rewarded for his effort as he felt the tell-tale fluttering inside of her, further moisture surrounding him just before she came apart. Her internal muscles strangling and wrestling his own from him. The strength of it making him kick up, little burst jetting inside and bathing her internal walls as they both groaned through their releases.

  Balin lay sprawled over Lana, panting, trying to catch his breath as she lazily ran her hands through his hair. Opening his mouth to speak, a noise caught his attention outside the doorway. Levering himself up, his eyes slit and top lip lifted off his teeth when he caught movement outside the door as his head turned. Gently separating them, making them both hiss as his still semi hard erection rubbed over sensitised nerves as he left her body. Balin jumped up, carefully tucking himself away as he threw the sheet over Lana at the same time. Finger to his lips, he tiptoed towards the doorway as Lana began rearranging herself beneath cover.

  Leotard ruined, she reached for what she thought was her t-shirt off the armchair beside her and dragged it over her head. Breathing deep, she realised it was Balin’s and purred as his scent enveloped her. Shrugging she left it on as she scooted sideways, grabbed her leggings and stood, pulling them on while she stepped back into the pumps she’d discarded for her rehearsal.

  Walking up behind Balin she came to a surprised stop, and angry breath hissing through her teeth.

  “So… erm… Balin, are you ready now? Only I’ve been waiting out here for you for about ten-minutes now. I have to get back shortly and I don’t appreciate how you’ve kept me waiting.”

  Balin ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair, scowling at the redhead before him. He could feel Lana at his back - could also see the pictures running through her head and winced. He so didn’t want his balls crushed in a vice… I mean, he’d done nothing wrong here.

  “Really, you’ve done nothing wrong?” Lana spat. “How can you say that when she’s here?” she stabbed a finger towards the redhead in disgust. “What are you doing, keeping her in the wings? Jesus, I knew I shouldn’t trust you. I knew I should have gone with my gut instinct in the first place and steered well clear. I’m an idiot. A cat does not change its spots,” she growled, pushing past him as she stormed through the dressing room, disappearing around the corner.

  “God damn it. Look…erm… erm…?”

  “Stephanie. I keep telling you, my name is Stephanie.”

  “Yeah, whatever, but like I keep telling you, I’m sorry, I really am – but I’m mated. It was wrong of me to lead you on, I know that and I know it’s no excuse, but I was just angry and drunk. Therefore, I was not thinking straight and for that I can only apologise, but you must let this go,” he implored, a hand moving between them.

  “I can’t,” she whispered, left cheek sinking as she bit into it.

  “Again I’m sorry, but you have to. We are never going to happen, not ever,” he repeated on a frustrated sigh.

  Her bottom lip wobbled and he swore under his breath, putting a hand on her arm, needing to put right what he’d done.

  “Look…?” he faltered, frowning.

  “Stephanie, I keep telling you,” she hissed pulling her hand from beneath his. “Can’t you at least remember my name.”

  “Look, Stephanie, can I drop you somewhere? Only I need to get going, I have to catch up with my mate…”

  “Don’t bother, I can find my own way out,” she interrupted him, then smirked. “But you can guarantee, you will see me again.”

  “No. You need to let this go,” he growled, trying to get her to understand.

  I mean, what was her problem?

  How many times did he have to tell her he wasn’t interested?

  How many apologies did he have to make for leading her on?

  Why could she not understand that he had a mate that he would not cheat on?

  He needed to cover up, Lana had walked off wearing his t-shirt and he couldn’t exactly chase her up the street with no top on, it was not the height of summer. Looking over his shoulder for his jacket he stepped back inside the room and went to grab it off the chair by the bed, eyes straying to the rumpled bedding.

  God damn, his mate had some fire, he thought to himself with a smile – his body fully hardening again at the thought. Blowing out a breath he turned back to the doorway, jacket in hand to find it empty. The redhead had also vanished. Hopefully it was the last time he would see her as she was beginning to ruin his life.

  Every time he began to get somewhere with Lana she’d turn up - again putting a spoke in the wheel. He needed a quick wash, Lana’s scent was all over him and his cat was going crazy, clawing at his insides to get out and at his mate. Plus, what happened here was between them, it was no one else’s business. Once done he’d find his shoes and go hunt Lana down, he thought heading into the attached bathroom.

  Lana stomped out of the club, fuming at having been duped by him, then bit her lip and stopped.

  Was Balin really to blame?

  Was it his fault that the nymph had attached herself to him?

  Well, yes it was as he’d encouraged her to begin with by stripping and dancing for her, hadn’t he?

  Then again if he’d left well enough alone she wouldn’t now be following him around and trying to seduce him.

  As for herself. Well, yes, she’d given in and jumped his bones, but I mean - come on, the guy was yummy - and man did he know how to use that body of his. She’d needed to get out of her own head for a while and he’d helped her to do that when she’d needed it most. Boy, had he helped her.

  Sighing, she slowed her pace, looking back towards the club just as the redhead appeared. Lana watched her lean back against the wall by the entrance and her eyes slit in annoyance as she stomped back to give her a piece of her mind.

  “You need to back the hell off,” Lana spat - crossing her arms as she stood glaring at the nymph, close, but not close enough to touch her.

  “Why would I do that? You, he had no choice over, me, he can choose,” she told Lana. Then looking bored she buffed her red nails on her snug, low n
ecked jumper.

  “It’s me he was all over just now.”

  “Yes, but then again you did offer it up didn’t you. Did he make plans to bind to you? Did he talk of forever and loving you? Did he promise to be faithful? Can you trust him to not go looking for it elsewhere when you’re not around? What about when you are busy with cubs or just not in the mood? Do you really think he’s not going to go looking for a diversion when you’re finally round with his litter?” the nymph smirked, top lip curling with distaste.

  Lana stepped back, blinking as the nymph sashayed right up to her - stopping with barely an inch between them. She then stood there twirling her long luminous hair around a finger. As soon as Lana’s eyes moved to it, she dropped her hand from her hair and ran it provocatively over her hourglass figure, full lips glistening as she smiled cruelly.

  “He will be mine and I will not give up so you need to leave. He can’t get me pregnant so I will never be swelled and out of shape,” her eyebrow rose in challenge. “I’ll always be in the mood and trust me, I can satisfy his every, sexual, whim. I’m perfection and fantasy all rolled into one. I have no flaws, no hang-ups and I’ll always, always, be available. Can you say the same?” Her perfectly arched brow rose further in challenge before her eyes dropped as she gave Lana a scathing once over. “Plus, I’ll never go away. Now how long do you think he can resist me? especially when I can be whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and however he wants. What could you possibly offer him that I can’t deliver better, ten times over.”

  With that she gave Lana a pitying look before dismissing her as she turned and walked back to the wall, leaning against it once more.

  “Why are you still here?” Lana asked meekly, clearing her throat unsure what to do.

  “He’s just washing off your smell,” she smirked. “Then he’s going to give me a lift home. That’s why I’m waiting here by his motorcycle. So, tell me, why are you still here?” she challenged.

  Lana frowned, then swallowing tuned into Balin’s thoughts.

  “She better still be outside when I get through sorting myself out,” she could hear him thinking as he… washed. Gasping, at finding him doing exactly what the nymph had told her - she shut down their connection, hard, not wanting to hear anymore.

  “Oh, are you still here?” the nymph sighed, looking towards her bored. Lana turned on her heel and began walking away again, this time quickening her pace to a jog. She could hear the nymph’s taunting laughter as she turned the corner and flagged down a passing Black Cab.

  Balin stepped out of the club, fastening his coat against the chill. Finding Lana gone and the redhead straightening up from where she’d been leaning against the wall he swore up a storm.

  “Oh for fuck sake, why are you still here?”

  “Why, waiting for you of course,” she purred, running a hand up his arm. He shook it off, frowning as he stepped away from her. Shaking his head, he turned, searching up and down the street for Lana, nostrils flaring. He caught her fading scent to his left and snarling, once again turned angry eyes towards the nymph.

  “You need to leave,” he rumbled angrily, pointing a finger at her.

  “But, you offered me a lift home, don’t you remember?” she simpered, fluttering her lashes. Balin groaned, hands coming up as he tugged on his hair in frustration and swore again. He didn’t want to deal with this now, he just wanted to hunt down his mate and sort this shit out once and for all. Reaching for Lana with his mind he came up against that god awful bloody static, and growled low in his throat.

  “Lana, god damn it talk to me. At least tell me you’re safe,” he implored, but all he got back was more static. Then a picture of a two-fingered salute and the word ‘dick’ appeared in his mind lit up like a neon sign. Balin grinned despite himself because if she was pissed at least it meant she was safe - which would have to suffice for now. In the meantime, he needed to get rid of his pain in the arse; hopefully for the last time.

  I mean, what the hell did he need to do to get rid of her?

  “You,” he said pointing at the nymph, frowning because he’d again forgotten her name.

  “Stephanie,” she ground out with a scowl, then her face cleared and she gave him a come-hither smile.

  “Yeah, whatever,” he gave up being polite. “Get on the bike and I’ll drop you off, but after that I don’t want to see you - not ever again,” he warned. Turning his back on her he threw a leg over his Yamaha. Sticking the key in the ignition, he kicked the stand up and pushed the bike forward not caring if the pain in his arse got on or not. Turning the key in the ignition, he twisted the throttle revving it with the brake on. He felt her settle behind him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as she lay her face against his back. Leaving the bike idling, he pulled on his helmet, then turned, dislodging her as he thrust the spare one into her hands.

  “Put it on and move back. Do not touch me, hold onto the god damn chrome at the back of the seat,” he snapped.

  Giving him a dazzling smile she complied, fastening the helmet, then leaning back, she grabbed onto the bar. The movement pushed her chest out, so her breasts nearly fell out of the low-cut top she wore. Licking her lips, she winked and Balin rolled his eyes. Turning back, he released the break as he hit the throttle and kicked the bike into gear. Then indicating, he checked over his right shoulder and pulled away from the kerb.

  “Where to?” he asked her through the helmets microphones.

  “I’ll go wherever you want to take me,” she purred, a hand trying to sneak along his thigh.

  “Hands off, and I’ve already told you, dropping you off at your address is the only place I have any interest in taking you,” he growled.

  “Fine, Rose Avenue, fourth turn off the main road, last cottage,” she sighed, settling back on the seat as he took a corner too fast. She let out a startled yelp after nearly toppling off, and white knuckled the chrome behind her.

  Grinning evilly, Balin leaned forward, checking the roads were clear before giving it more throttle. He kicked it up a gear because if she was busy hanging on for dear life, her hands would be needed elsewhere.

  Chapter Ten

  L ana asked the driver to wait, then got out of the cab and ran inside. With Balin giving her a lift to rehearsal on the back of his bike, she’d not taken her bag with her.

  “Hey you two,” Maya called from the kitchen as Lana pushed through the front door.

  “Just me,” Lana shouted back.

  “What do you mean just you?” Jaden asked appearing with Maya in the kitchen doorway, arms folded as he leaned on the doorframe.

  “He’s otherwise occupied,” Lana dismissed as she grabbed her bag off the bannister.

  “What are you doing?” asked Jaden unfolding and squeezing Maya’s shoulders as he brushed by her.

  “I need to pay for the cab,” Lana replied distractedly as she rummaged around in her bag.

  “I’ll sort that, but don’t go anywhere,” Jaden told Lana, looking back at Maya with a frown as he opened the front door pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. He paid the taxi driver and stepped back inside, to find Lana still routing through her bag. He shut the door, and leaned back against it as he watched her.

  “I can’t find my purse, Maya have you seen my purse?” Lana asked distractedly, a frown on her face as she began pulling things out.

  “We’ll help you find your purse later,” Jaden said pushing off from the doorway and heading into the kitchen, Maya motioning Lana in before her.

  Sighing, Lana put back the bits she pulled out and put her bag back on the bannister. Stepping into the kitchen, she found Sam, Helena, and her mother all sat around the table.

  “Take a seat,” Jaden said over his shoulder as he moved to the coffee pot and poured her a drink, doctoring it with her two sugars and milk. Placing it down before her - where she’d sat beside her mother - he turned his own chair around and straddled it, arms resting across the back. “Now, what is it that Balin had to do that was
more important than seeing to your safety?” he asked mildly, a tick in his jaw. Maya placed her hand over his arm and he placed one of his over hers, giving it a squeeze.

  “The Nymph turned up, so I left them to it as he’d asked her to wait for him by his bike.” Lana shrugged taking a sip of her drink, not meeting the incredulous looks from around the room.

  “He what?” Lara, Sam and Jaden all asked at the same time.

  “This is lovely, thank you Jaden,” Lara said, taking another sip of her coffee.

  “You’re welcome, but can we get back to what you’ve just said please. An explanation?” asked Jaden calmly, but his eyes burned with anger and his jaw was rigid. Maya slipped off her chair and stepped behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. He leaned back against her body, tipping his head back and giving her a smile as she pecked his mouth.

  “Erm… the Nymph turned up, and… and…”

  “Yes?” Lara piped up.

  “I stormed off okay, I walked away,” Lana glared at them, daring them to say anything, her chin lifting in challenge.

  “We’ll discuss your dangerous behaviour later,” Jaden said. Lara prickling in her seat at his tone, went to speak but Helena placed a hand over hers on her knee, shaking her head. “Lana, Lana, you are not a stupid woman, so why would you leave the safety of the club, and the backup of both Balin and the dragon?”

  Lana ground her teeth, eyes slitting as she stared defiantly at Jaden.

  “Lana honey, why would you walk away? What was Balin doing when you left?” her mother asked.

  “He was dressing,” Lana replied, eyes dropping as she took a sudden interest in her nails.