Bound by Vengeance (The Alliance, Book 2)

by Brenda K. Davies

  “Show me your dick so I can imagine it inside of me instead of my finger,” Vicky said.

  Unbuttoning his jeans, he slid them and his boxers down his hips before kicking them aside. Vicky’s mouth watered when his erection sprang free. Thick and long, she knew if she let it happen, he would stretch and fill her until she was lost to him.

  “Shirt too,” she ordered. “I want to see all of you.”

  When he pulled his shirt off, Vicky slid her hand between her legs and dipped a finger inside. Tingles of pleasure swept through her, and her legs fell further open. The corded muscles of his arms flexed when he grasped his erection again, his eyes riveted on her as he stroked himself.

  “I can feel your body against mine, hear you taking me as your cock slides in and out.” She punctuated each of her words with small thrusts of her hand. “Feel the anticipation of my orgasm building as we move faster and harder until your possession of me is all I know. Do you like watching me?” she inquired.

  “So much,” he grated.

  “Then stop touching yourself. I have other plans for you.”

  Nathan gritted his teeth, and before he could restrain himself, his hand gave another long stroke, but when Vicky removed her hand, he froze.

  He released himself when she waited to see if he would do as she’d commanded. When he didn’t touch himself again, a thrill of power slid through her as she eased her hand down again.

  Her sensual smile, the way she dipped her finger inside and caressed her breast with her free hand, almost caused him to spill without any help, but he had to know what her plans were for him.

  When she moaned his name, he groaned and grabbed the doorframe to keep himself restrained from crawling between her luscious thighs. Wood splintered as his fingers curled around it. Her hand between her legs moved faster, the one fondling her breasts rolled a nipple between her fingers, causing her to cry out. Her hips rose and fell to meet the increasing demands of her hand.

  The whole time she worked, she watched Nathan as he became so riveted on her that he barely breathed. She’d never experienced anything this erotic. Never had she felt so desired. She could go on like this all day, but she could feel her orgasm nearing.

  Nathan slammed his other hand onto the doorframe. Bits of wood fell around his feet as Vicky’s head fell back and her hips came off the mattress. The cry she released echoed in his ears and flooded his bloodstream until he felt it seeping into his cells and branding him in some inexplicable way.

  Her body remained bowed for a few more seconds before she collapsed onto the mattress. Feeling satisfied, she opened her eyes and caught sight of the barely leashed hunger exuding from Nathan.

  The muscles in his arms bulged, his eyes were nearly black as he stared voraciously at her. He looked on the verge of stalking toward her, pinning her down, and taking her.

  She didn’t know if she would stop him if he did.

  Another orgasm hovered behind her first, but she pulled her hand away. She couldn’t ease herself again without giving him some release. Rising to her knees, Vicky crept to the end of the mattress and stopped there. Crooking her finger, she beckoned him forward.

  CHAPTER 23

  Nathan found walking almost impossible, but he’d go through fire to get to her. When he stopped before her, she tilted her head back and gazed at him before enclosing her hand around his shaft.

  Her eyes held his as her tongue flickered out to taste the head of his cock. His breath sucked in while he watched her tease with a slowness bordering on torture, but this was a torture he never wanted to end.

  Her other hand gripped his balls, massaging them as her fist slid down his shaft. Then, her mouth slid over his head, and she gave it a light suck before tonguing him again. Wrapping his hand around her head, he held her loosely as she moved lower over him.

  Unable to take all of him into her mouth, Vicky stroked his dick as she sucked him. She had no idea if oral sex would increase her need to complete the bond; she didn’t think it would, as she suspected their bodies would have to be joined for that to happen, but she’d fantasized about doing this to him too often to stop now.

  Nathan’s head tipped back, his eyes closed as waves of pleasure and sensation radiated through him. He’d had blowjobs before, but Vicky sucked him like she loved it and worked him until the delectation of her fist and mouth were all he knew. He could feel the pressure building as his semen spread up his shaft. He wanted to draw this out, but he couldn’t resist her.

  “I’m going to come,” he warned and tried to pull away, but she released his balls to grip his ass and draw him deeper into the ecstasy of her mouth. Her head bobbed as his hips thrust back and forth until he was beyond all control.

  His fingers entangled in her hair as he thrust forward and, with a groan, came in a powerful rush. When his seed spilled into her, the dim thought that this was a way he could be inside her, branding her, took root as he continued to ejaculate. A growing, animalistic need to possess her, to bite her and mark her as his even as he was finding his release, built within him.

  His eyes latched onto her neck. Never before had he felt the impulse to bite someone, yet now it was all he could think about doing.

  Nathan’s hand remained in her hair as Vicky swallowed and leaned back on her heels. When she saw him standing over her, her eyes widened at the need he emanated. She’d given him his release, yet he still looked ready to pounce on her, and he appeared as ruthless as any vampire she’d ever seen, more so than most.

  “Nathan?”

  “Let me inside you,” he grated.

  He had to become a part of her and have her become a part of him. Vicky shook her head, and when the motion caused his fingers to tug on her hair, he released her before he accidentally harmed her.

  “No,” she said. “We discussed this yesterday.”

  What is wrong with me? He dragged a shaking hand through his hair as he resisted the urge to crawl on top of her. Step away.

  Before he did something they would both hate him for, he walked over to the wall and leaned against it.

  “If you can’t handle this, we’ll stop,” Vicky forced herself to say.

  He almost drove his fist through the wall at the idea of losing this with her. If he punched the wall, he suspected she would walk away, and he couldn’t risk losing this with her. This would have to end, probably sooner rather than later, but he would take every bit of time he could get with her until then.

  “I can handle it,” he said.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I’m fine. I’m just a little keyed up from last night still, and I’ve never experienced anything quite like that before.”

  “You liked it then?” she asked with a mischievous smile.

  “Very much.”

  “Good to know. It was my first time.”

  Nathan did a double take at her words. “What?”

  “You popped my blowjob cherry.”

  “But—”

  “Oh, I’m no virgin,” she said with a wave of her hand, “but I’ve never met a guy I was willing to, you know, stick my face down there with before. I know it probably doesn’t make sense to you that I screwed them but wouldn’t suck them; it does to me.”

  Somehow, it did make sense to him, and it pleased him that she’d felt comfortable enough with him to do it. “For a novice, you sure know how to please.”

  She leisurely slid one of the straps of her lingerie down her shoulder and pulled her arm free. “I’ve watched a lot of porn.”

  “What?” he blurted. He knew what it was, of course, but he’d never seen any; unless he counted the handful of humans discovered having sex in public while he was hunting.

  Vicky laughed and slid her other strap down. “I was curious about sex and wanted to learn how to please.”

  “You succeeded.”

  “I’ve been with men before, but most of them I was only with a couple of times before moving on. Duke was the only one I stayed with for a bit longer,
and only because I was in a rebellious stage that bit me in the ass.”

  She rose from her knees to stand on the mattress. “I’m not sure of myself in bed because of my experience with others. I’m sure of myself because I watched and learned. I’ve also experimented with myself. I know what I like, and I go for it because I love to come. However, most of the guys I was with never got me off. I don’t think I ever relaxed enough with them for an orgasm to happen.”

  She once told Abby sex with Duke was great. While it wasn’t boring, it also hadn’t been great. She’d said that to play off her shocking, wild-child persona more. Duke only ever brought her to completion a couple of times; those times were mostly her doing and some blind luck on his part.

  Why was I with that asshole? She’d asked herself this question countless times over the months since Duke betrayed her; she’d even asked it while she was still with him. The only answer she had was that she’d somehow gotten lost and she didn’t know how or why.

  She’d never felt secure with Duke, but with all the parties they attended, the amount of alcohol she’d consumed, and his sexual appetite, she didn’t have time to sit and think about what she was doing with him or why she was doing it. Not thinking had been her ultimate goal back then, as she’d preferred avoiding the emptiness growing in her during those days.

  “Why are you telling me this?” Nathan asked through his clenched teeth.

  “With you, I don’t just orgasm; I come apart until I’m not sure I can ever be put back together.” Revealing this bared her to him more than she wanted, but she needed him to understand he was special to her. “You don’t like the idea of me with other men—”

  “I despise it,” he interrupted her.

  Vicky smiled sadly at this admission. He had her more ensnared than he realized, but she was also doing some trapping of her own. If he was feeling some of the mate bond too, they might just destroy each other by the time this was over.

  “That’s how I feel about the idea of you with other women,” she admitted. “Of them knowing your body, your taste, and having heard you when you found your release inside them. They know you better than I ever will, and I hate it.”

  His body tensed and his erection came back when red flashed through her eyes and he saw the glinting tip of a fang. “None of those women ever made me want more, you do.”

  “Good,” she said. “I’m telling you this because I want you to know that even without sex, you still mean more to me than those men ever did. But after everything that happened to me, the next man I give myself to will be my mate.”

  And since he was her mate, she didn’t plan to ever have sex again. Before he could reply, she slid her lingerie the rest of the way off until the silken material pooled around her feet. She threw back her shoulders and stood before him in all her naked glory.

  “What are you doing?” he inquired.

  “I gave myself some release earlier, but it’s nothing compared to what it feels like with you, and I need that. Your cock can’t be inside me, but your tongue can.” She settled back onto the mattress and propped the pillows against the wall behind her. “I would love it if you tongued me until I can’t see straight.”

  Unable to resist the lure of her, he walked over to the mattress and knelt before her. Planting his fists on either side of her hips, he leaned forward to kiss her. “Under one condition,” he taunted.

  “What’s that?”

  “You wrap your mouth around my dick again.”

  “Didn’t get enough the first time?”

  “Never.”

  She released a startled squeak when he lifted her off the bed and flipped her over so he was beneath her. She gazed breathlessly at him when his shaft slipped between her thighs. If she moved the right way, she could have him inside her between this breath and the next.

  The crescendo of her heart hammering against her ribs filled her ears as she fought to keep herself restrained from doing exactly that.

  “Either take it inside you or turn around,” he commanded.

  “Just so you know,” she murmured while she ran a finger over his lips. “I love it when you give orders; it makes me wetter.”

  He growled in response and thrust his hips up to glide between her legs again. She smiled at him before making a teasing dance out of turning herself around. She’d barely settled herself between his legs when he grabbed her hips, lifted her ass into the air, and bent his mouth to her core.

  Vicky gasped when his tongue penetrated her. She struggled to recall she was supposed to be returning the favor, but by then, he already had her body trembling with impending release.

  CHAPTER 24

  For the next five days, Vicky followed the same pattern of meeting Duncan in the old sewer tunnels while Nathan went out to hunt. They’d spoken with fifteen of the establishments Duncan knew about, none of them had seen or heard anything unusual.

  When she finished in the sewers, she would go to Nathan’s apartment and wait for him there. She found it easier for her to leave his place and return to her hotel room than to have him leave her room while she remained behind. Found it easier not to have his scent all over everything in her rooms, tormenting her with his absence.

  More than a few times, she contemplated returning to Ronan’s and never seeing Nathan again. If he came to visit Kadence, she would do what every respectable adult in her situation should do—hide.

  If she returned to Ronan’s, she could come up with a plan for her life. She wasn’t ready to return home to her family, but being within a thousand-mile radius of Nathan when he became engaged would be a “the train derailed, took out the station, plowed through a building, and toppled off a cliff” kind of horrible idea when it happened.

  She was already in this too deep. It would gut her when she lost Nathan; it wouldn’t kill her right away, but it would eat her from the inside out until she found a way to end her existence or went off the rails.

  She could go to Paris as she’d always dreamed and find herself a Frenchman who could talk dirty to her in a sexy accent. However, a Frenchman simply wouldn’t do. She wanted a hunter with eyes like the sky and a body she couldn’t get enough of touching.

  If I’m already doomed, then why not embrace that doom and enjoy as much time with him as I can?

  Under that reasoning, she should give in and sleep with him too, but somehow she’d maintained enough restraint to keep that disaster from occurring. Once it did, her compulsion to seal the mate bond would increase until she had little control over it. She wouldn’t accelerate her inevitable demise because she couldn’t stop herself from having sex with him.

  Her life was tied to his through a twist of demon DNA that made vampires monogamous for life if they found their mates. She supposed it was the price they paid for immortality, superior senses, and strength, but it sucked for those who found mates they could never bond with or had mates who perished.

  It didn’t help she was coming to care for Nathan. She actually liked the hunter. Every time she spoke with him, her heart beat faster; every time she saw him, she had to restrain herself from running into his arms.

  Whenever he got the chance, he touched her in some small way. At first, she’d believed it was sexual, but when many of those caresses didn’t lead to them toppling into bed together, she started to realize he was trying to show her she deserved his kindness without drawing attention to what he was doing.

  Gradually, he made it so she stopped flinching away from his touch. She still occasionally shied away from others, but nowhere near as often as before.

  And it made her care for him more. No, more than care, the man was taking possession of her heart. She’d tried to keep an emotional distance from him, but it was impossible.

  After the fifth night, she returned from another useless hunt in the sewers to Nathan’s apartment building. Stepping through the front door, she grimaced when she heard the man yelling at his wife again. A slap and a cry followed his vile words.

  That was it
! She had no right interfering in any relationship, and certainly not a human one, but this bastard had gotten on every one of her already frazzled nerves. She wouldn’t tolerate anyone being abused.

  Stalking over to the door, Vicky banged on it. On the other side, the man continued to rant and rave at his battered wife, but when Vicky pounded on the door again, his yelling subsided. The floor vibrated beneath her feet as heavy footsteps thundered toward the door.

  When the door flung open, Vicky found herself staring at six feet of irate male. The abusive bastard’s face was florid as his beady, bloodshot eyes pinned her to the spot. The stench of alcohol wafting from him would make a human drunk.

  “What ’da ya wan’?” he slurred.

  “For you to stop abusing your wife,” she retorted.

  Those beady eyes narrowed at her. His lips skimmed back to reveal his cigarette-stained teeth. “Fuck off, ya bitch.”

  Vicky glared back at the man and stepped closer to him. His eyes widened as, instead of cowering, she got further in his face. “This bitch is going to knock you on your ass.”

  He started to laugh, but before he could reply, Vicky pulled her arm back and coldcocked him square in the face. She didn’t punch him hard enough to kill him, but he dropped like she’d shot him with an elephant tranquilizer.

  When he hit the ground, Vicky spotted the woman standing behind him. She had her hand against her swollen face; yellow bruises circled both her eyes, and tears streaked her reddened cheeks. The woman gawked at Vicky like she was an alien who just beamed into her doorway.

  “I warned him,” Vicky said to the woman. She shoved the man out of the doorway with her foot and grabbed the doorknob. “Do yourself a favor and leave this asshole before he kills you.”

  Vicky shut the door. She’d like to say or do so much more for the woman, but she’d already involved herself in a human relationship far more than she should. Hopefully, the woman left. If not, maybe that giant piece of donkey turd would start keeping his hands to himself. Vicky doubted it, but she’d done what she could, and more than she should.