Bellis: Skin Walkers

by Susan Bliler

  Bellis nearly came just from being inside her and snarled at the near affront to his manhood.

  Sam moaned at the sound and ground her hips against him. Then it was on.

  Bellis shelved her ass on the table and pulled back to look at her. He’d been fantasizing about this from the second he’d met her, and he was sure as hell going to watch.

  Sam’s hands tore at the buttons on his shirt, and then she was shoving the material off his shoulders. Her hands smoothed over his chest and her eyes met his briefly before she smiled and closed her eyes, tossing her head back and bracing herself with her arms behind her, palms planted on the table.

  Bellis fucked her mercilessly. Teeth gnashed, elongated incisors stabbed into his lower lip as his upper lip peeled back and he snarled viciously. It was too much, too good. Bellis couldn’t stop looking at where their bodies were connected, his black cock powering between her lips, her pink slit glistening, her tight pussy sucking him each time he withdrew. Creamy pale thighs spread wider, and now Sam’s hips were matching his thrust for thrust. Looking up, his eyes took in the way her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. They reminded him of vanilla ice cream topped with savory little cherries. Leaning forward, he took one stiff peak into his mouth just to see if she was as sweet. She was better. Her tiny hands left the table as she sat up and buried them in his hair. She pulled him harder into her as she writhed against him.

  Fucking her was like being in heaven. The sounds she made had an ache pulsing behind his balls. He wanted to come so badly, but her first.

  Her hands slid from his hair, scoring his neck and then his shoulders as they eased down to his forearms. She grabbed his wrists and lifted both of his hands to her throat. He didn’t get what she wanted at first. His hands opened, and Sam pulled them forward, using her fingers to clamp them around the delicate column of her, throat and realization slammed into him. She wanted him to choke her! It wasn’t fucking happening!

  He slammed into her harder and snarled. Jerking back, he gritted his teeth at her sound of disappointment that was quickly followed by a hollow laugh that bubbled up from her throat.

  Fucking Megalya sickos! What had they done to her?

  The slapping of skin and the wet suction of her cunt filled the air. The scent of her wet heat tickled his nose, and he realized every single one of his senses was honed in on her. Someone could be standing two feet away watching them, and he’d never even know. Worse, he didn’t fucking care.

  Sam’s arched her back as she groaned, “Ffffffffffuck!”

  Her pussy walls clenched around him, and Bellis felt her body seize. Her thighs wrapped tight around his hips like she was trying to slam them closed, but his big body kept them from it.

  Sam’s body jerked, and her breasts jiggled with each convulsion. It was hands-down the sexiest fucking thing Bellis had seen in his entire existence. Still, he couldn’t stop. His hips kept pumping, his thrusts brutal now, and Sam screamed and reached up, her nails raking down his chest as her body tightened further. Wide blue eyes found his, and he saw the startled way her mouth parted. Her breath seized, and he knew that she’d never come like this before. Good!

  He was tunneling into her now, his body taut, on the edge of breaking. Sam’s body bowed and she sat up, flinging her arms around him, her legs lifting on his hips, and then her teeth were locking into his chest as a helpless cry left her.

  Her pussy clamped so hard on him that he was lost. He shot his release deep inside her womb and continued to buck into her until he was completely emptied inside the tight confines of her body.

  ***

  Holy hell, what have I done? Sam clung to Bellis as her pussy continued to flutter with aftershocks from what he’d just done. And what had he just done? He’d taken her like she’d never been taken in her life. Hell, she didn’t even know it was possible to come like that. Honestly, she didn’t think any male was capable of giving her an orgasm, because she’d never had one before that wasn’t self-induced. She’d even had to fake it with Remy, and that was saying something. She just chalked it up to her body being misused by Odium’s monsters, but being with Bellis had been different. Maybe it was because, for once in her life, he knew exactly who she was. There was no hiding under a fake persona like she’d done with Remy. Bellis knew exactly what she was, who she was, and still had chosen to take her, so that was on him.

  Her brow furrowed. The biting thing was new too, and she wasn’t sure what had compelled her to do it. Licking her lips, she could taste Bellis’ blood on her lips. She swallowed it down before releasing his chest, licking at it in a silent apology. She tried to pull her hips back to separate their bodies, but Bellis’ hands clamping on her hips halted her. Her head snapped up and she frowned at him.

  “Running away, Princess?”

  “No!” Her reply was instant, but damn she felt vulnerable, naked and spread wide with him still deep inside her. “Just done with the sport, Demon. Thanks for the distraction. You were good.” Her words were cold and she meant them to be.

  Bellis gave no hint of emotion as he studied her. Finally, he opened his mouth to say something, but a noise outside had both of them tensing. He slid from her body and dressed quickly. Sam slid from the table and did the same.

  When he was fully dressed, Bellis strode to the door and stopped, turning back to Sam. She assumed it was to ensure she was dressed, before he pulled open the door and disappeared outside, closing the door solidly behind him.

  Alone, Sam jumped back onto the table, wincing at the tenderness between her legs. Goddamn! He’d been huge. Sighing, she planted her hands on the edge of the table and rocked back and forth, kicking her legs and wondering why she’d done what she’d just done. Sure, he was sexy as all hell, but it wasn’t like her to seduce anyone. In general, she didn’t enjoy sex with other people, but what Bellis had just done to her was…well, amazing, and stupid! Dammit. She knew from experience that Walkers tended to form attachments with the women they bedded, even if they weren’t said Walker’s Angel.

  Lifting her hands, she buried her face in them and giggled before shaking her head. Idiot!

  There would be no repeat of what just happened. There couldn’t be, which meant it was time to make one Bellis StCroix hate her more than he hated anything else on the face of the Earth. She needed away from him and fast, and with her sexual curiosity satisfied, she decided it was time to make her move before she decided one fuck wasn’t enough.

  Chapter 24

  Bellis checked the perimeter around his home and had found a small herd of bighorn sheep gathered at his creek. Thank fuck! The scent of Sam on him was undeniable, and he knew he’d have some serious explaining to do if he didn’t get cleaned up, so he stripped from his clothes and stepped into the creek a few yards up from the sheep. It must not have been far enough, because they startled and blasted up the mountain. Always up. He shook his head but couldn’t fault them. His scent had always been more animalistic than man, and any sheep worth his horns would bolt at the scent of a big cat in the vicinity.

  It didn’t take him long to get cleaned up and back to the house, and all the while disappointment blossomed in his chest. He’d wanted to hear Sam cry out his name when he’d taken her, but she hadn’t. It was becoming something of a test to get her to call him by something other than Demon or Skin Walker.

  Lost in thought, Bellis’ feet faltered when he got near the sliding glass doors that revealed his office. Sam was inside, pacing with arms crossed, her thumbnail pinched between her teeth, brow tugged down like she was deep in concentration. The ends of her dark hair were wet, like she’d opted for a quick shower too, and she was wearing one of his t-shirts. It hung down to her knees and she looked vulnerable and…something else. Watching her, he felt his heart squeeze at the sight of her in his home. She fit here because she thought she was a monster, like him. He’d built this place to hide from the world, and he’d never had hope of finding a woman who would endure this type of existence with him. Sam w
ould. He knew it to his bones. She’d spent her life in hell, and this would be heaven to a creature who felt she didn’t belong anywhere. It’s how he felt. She could belong here.

  Letting himself in through the glass doors, the scent of their sex and Sam’s apprehension filled the air. Closing the door behind him, he approached cautiously. “It’s alright, Sam.” He felt compelled to say something to soothe her unease. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

  “Is that what you think?” she snapped savagely, as she stopped pacing to face him. “That you’re saving me?” she sneered. “Is that what you think I want? What I need?” A short snort left her as she dipped her chin and deepened her scowl. “I’m not looking for a Prince to save me. I just need his fucking sword! I’m not the beauty.” She lifted her chin and narrowed her eyes to cruel slits. “I’m the fucking beast!”

  Bellis stepped closer. “Bullshit! You’re good. I know it! I can see it. I can feel it! I can smell it, Princess! You can’t hide from me, and I know what you’re doing.”

  Sam’s lips twisted into a brutal smile. “You know nothing, and the only thing you can smell is sex…and regret! And you waxing poetic is making me want to throw up and throw hands in equal measure. Just stop, Demon! We fucked. That’s all it was. There was no emotion in the act, and there won’t be any now.”

  Her words felt like a kick to the nuts and kept Bellis immobile as a flash of some emotion washed over Sam’s features. She spun so quickly that he didn’t have time to place it. Bellis watched her walk away from him as a hollowness centered in his chest where it felt like she had ripped his heart free and was taking it with her. Sex. Is that all it truly was to her? It wasn’t what he’d wanted, well it had been, but not like that. He’d wanted more, and what had just happened between them was meaningless if her heart wasn’t involved. Sure, it’d been aggressive, but he had been there, he’d been in it one hundred percent.

  “Stop trying to hurt me, Princess, it won’t happen. And stop feeling sorry for yourself. For once, why don’t you rise up out of the ashes and…”

  “God!” Her head fell back and she swallowed hard as she stared at the ceiling a moment before lowering her head. “You still don’t get it. I’m not the phoenix, Bellis. I’m the fucking fire. I destroy. It’s what I do. It’s all I do. I want to leave!” she barked.

  When Bellis’ lips thinned into a determined line and he didn’t move, Sam narrowed her eyes into cruel slits. “I want. To Leave!” she growled a second time, and when Bellis remained in place she did something the Walker never expected. She launched herself at him full force.

  Caught off guard, Bellis quickly reached up to grab one of Sam’s fists, too late to catch the other. It connected with his jaw, and stirred his inner beasts. Damn creatures took it as foreplay and were excited. Bellis, on the other hand, knew what it truly was. Sam fought him with everything she had. She’d attempted to scare him off, to deceive him, she’d even gone so far as to deny the undeniable attraction that existed between them, but this…it was her last resort. With nothing else to use to chase him away or scare him off, she was attacking outright.

  Bellis released her wrist and braced himself. If this was what he’d have to endure to finally get her to break, he’d do so gladly.

  ****

  She wasn’t sure why she’d even had sex with him. No, that was a lie. She knew exactly why she’d done it. Aside from the fact that Bellis was sexy as all hell, she’d never been with a male where pain wasn’t involved, or where it had been her choice. Well, there’d been that time at the training academy when she’d slept with one of her instructors. Her Kennedy. No. Not hers. He’d never been hers.

  She’d gotten attached and gotten too close, and he knew she was holding something back. He’d begged her to tell him, to let him in, and God, she’d nearly done it. She’d wanted more than anything to spill her guts, to share it all and to ask him to protect her, to take her away, to keep her safe, to save her. Yet, some deep-rooted instinct kept her from telling him. She’d offered up more lies even as her heart mourned. She’d been certain she’d just given up her one chance at freedom, at love. He’d smirked and patted her on the head, called her a good girl, told her she passed the test. Turns out, he was assigned by Dr. Chambers. He was working for the Megalya too, sent in to ensure she wouldn’t break, wouldn’t buckle. The Megalya needed to know that she couldn’t be seduced into divulging their secrets. He was just another betrayal in the long list the Megalya had dealt her.

  Being with Bellis was different though. Sex had never felt right, never felt like it had with him. Panic was swamping Sam so thickly she thought she was going to drown in it. Where in the fuck is Monroe! She needed to see him, to speak to him, because Bellis was getting too close. He was becoming too much, and she couldn’t risk losing all she’d worked for because her stupid fucking heart had idiotic desires. When he’d left the house, she’d explored a little before snagging one of his shirts from a drawer, washing her suit in the sink, and then taking a nice hot shower. It’d been soothing to not be rushed, not be in shackles, not be hiding. She’d felt comfortable, and that was dangerous for a woman like her to feel.

  Now, as Sam swung on him, she was connecting fully, but Bellis wasn’t fighting back. He stood rod straight and just let her pummel him, which said something. She’d been trained in battle, she didn’t hit like no schoolyard boy. No, her punches were solid, thrown with all her weight as she pivoted her hips and pushed off with her legs. Still, Bellis didn’t move, didn’t retaliate. She screamed in utter fury, then turned to make a break for the door, but he caught her around the waist and in two giant steps he had her pinned, her back to his front as she struggled for release, her cheek pressed against the unforgiving wall.

  She had to get away from him, but with his big body pinning hers too tightly, there was little chance of that. If she couldn’t get away from him, then she had to get him away from her because right now his shirt she wore had ridden up, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. His erection pressed into her ass, and she could feel herself creaming, her body preparing for him again.

  Sam jutted her chin as her check pressed against the cold wood of the wall. “If you’re going to hurt me, do it, or get the fuck off me. I’ve had all the filthy beast I can stand for one day.”

  She got the reaction she wanted, and it was instantaneous. Shifting her eyes to look at him, she saw his harden to sharp pinpoints of steel and his lip peeled back as he snarled, his wicked incisors raking her shoulder. She shivered, wanting him to sink his teeth into her. Instead, he jerked back, releasing her so fast that she gasped.

  Bellis paced away and then turned back to face her, as if wanting to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he strode to the door. The relief Sam felt at his rapid departure was short-lived as he stopped in the doorway, his massive shoulders nearly touching both sides of the frame. “Your commitment to Monroe and whatever he’s assigned you to is your burden.” He turned his darkened eyes to her. “Consider what you’ve been forced to become since you made that commitment. It doesn’t have to be this way, Sam.” She didn’t respond, and he growled, “I’m requesting a helo. Get dressed. We’re going back to StoneCrow.”

  “Why?” Shock was swift. “Monroe confirmed my claim. You have no cause to keep me. Let me go! I need to get back to Odium. I have work to do.”

  “Fatal wanted to keep you. He’s not pleased with Monroe’s deception, or with yours. His Keepers were injured in the attack, and one of his own was taken. There will be a reckoning. Dominant wants you brought in. We’re going to StoneCrow.” His eyes scanned her body with contempt. “Guess you’re going to get more of us filthy beasts than you can stomach.”

  Chapter 25

  She’s good. Part of him had always known. Sam was working for Monroe. She wasn’t a Skin Walker enemy, wasn’t his enemy. The thing was; part of him hadn’t cared one way or the other. While something about that single revelation soothed his inner beasts, it couldn’t compare t
o the utter calm the pleasure of her body brought. His beasts had calmed so drastically that he hadn’t even realized how riled up they’d been since meeting her until they’d finally quieted. Something about her drew him in from the second he laid eyes on her. At the time, the assassin in him had wanted her dead, but the beasts in him had surged up inside of him roaring for him to see her. He’d had a mind to balk at their dictate, but he’d learned long ago to heed his inner beasts. Their instincts were sharper, truer, and once again they hadn’t let him down.

  Standing in Monroe’s office, Sam at his side, they faced the Dominant. Like a good little Skin Walker Assassin, Bellis had done Monroe’s bidding and brought Sam in. It wasn’t simply to obey orders though, because…well, fuck Monroe. No, he’d brought Sam in for her own safety, and now? Here they were, Monroe and Sam, discussing how they were going to pull her from the frying pan of her incarceration and throw her back into the fire that was the clutches of the Megalya. He’d been arguing against it for an hour, and the two little shits were completely ignoring him like he wasn’t even in the room, wasn’t even voicing his objections.

  Sam turned to frown at him with that goddamn scowl that he now found sexy as fuck. “It’s happening, Skin Walker. Get on board or get out of our way.”

  His hands tightened into fists. He looked to Monroe, but there’d be no aide from that prick, who was beaming at him with a cocky-as-hell grin like he’d just won some battle.

  Taking a step back, he turned and paced the back of the office trying to come up with a way to stop this from happening. All the while they talked, his thinking had shifted from how he was going to stop Sam to how he was going to help her. What was he going to do to make her safe? What could he do when she was back with those monsters?

  She was talking to Monroe, but a false note in her voice stilled his pacing, his gaze jerking to where she stood. Nostrils flaring, he strode forward and stopped beside her, frowning down at her slight frame.