INTO THE FIRE (Forbidden Love)

by James, Danielle

  Leigh wasn’t sure when she went from trying to push Rebel away to dragging him closer, but that was exactly what she was doing. Her hands on his chest had fisted in his shirt and was pulling him into her. They were as close as two people who were still dressed could be. God, she wanted him. And obviously, judging by the size of the bulge in his leather pants, he wanted her too. Oh, what the hell. It had been too long since Leigh had sex, too long since she got what she wanted. She let him control the kiss long enough for him to assert his manliness, or whatever primal thing that was leading him, allowed him to inspect all her teeth, and then, she pushed back.

  She forced her tongue into his mouth and took over. Or she tried. Her tongue dueled with his for who knows how long. She sucked his tongue and elicited a groan from him. When he snatched it back from her, she bit his lip.

  His hands had come around her back and were holding her close to him. Her smaller body bowed against his, he was leaning into her. Wanting to keep some form of control, Leigh forced her fingers to let go of his shirt and moved both hands to his hair. She grabbed the short strands tight and pulled.

  The fucker actually chuckled against her mouth.

  Leigh pulled harder and was able to break free of his lips. She jerked his head back, exposing his throat. She lunged forward and nipped his Adam’s apple, then gnawed at the skin of his neck. His hands were roaming, hard and determined.

  Then he grabbed her hips and set her back from him. “Pushy, aren’t you?” he asked. Leigh huffed. Rebel gave her a shove and she landed on the large bed.

  “I don’t think so,” she snapped, rolling with the momentum and coming up on the other side of the bed, on her feet. Rebel leaped across the bed, but Leigh was fast, too. She shoved him, using her strength, making him fall back on his ass.

  While he was on the floor, stunned, Leigh jumped. She landed on top of him, pinning him to the floor. But he recovered quickly. With one swift movement, Rebel rolled them both so that he was on top and she was pinned under his weight. Leigh pretended to be trapped just long enough to stroke his ego. He pushed his leg between hers and Leigh relished the pressure it put on her aching clit. Then, she let loose again.

  She arched her back hard, leaving only her feet and shoulders on the floor. Rebel went flying back, slamming into the wall. In a snap, Leigh was on her feet.

  “What’s the matter, cowboy?” she asked with a sly grin, “Too much woman for you?”

  Rebel shook his head. He didn’t think he had ever been more turned on in his life. Leigh was putting up a fight, making him work for it. He didn’t think he ever had to work for a woman before. They had always come to him willingly. Soft and pliant. But not his mate. Oh, she was willing, he knew. But she was going to make damned sure he worked for every touch. His pants were strangling his cock, and he loved it. “No way,” he told her. “I like a challenge.” With that remark, he jumped, using his vampire speed to knock her back and pin her to the wall. He heard the drywall splinter with the force. “You are mine,” he growled as his mouth came down on her neck. He bit the tender flesh hard, but not hard enough to break the skin. Her gasp of combined surprise and pleasure made his blood roar in his ears.

  Leigh was surrounded by him. His body caged hers to the wall, and for just a second she was too stunned to do anything about it. It was exhilarating to be able to be herself. To be able to use force on someone who wouldn’t break. Leigh had always been the dominant lover, but she had a feeling that she had met her match with Rebel.

  His tongue was doing wonderful things to her neck. He was licking and sucking and biting. She let her head fall back to enjoy the sensations. Then, she took two fists full of his shirt and ripped the material from his body. He moved his hands away from the wall to allow the ruined shirt to fall to the floor. He found the soft mounds of her breasts with both hands. He squeezed and shaped them with barely restrained hunger. Then there was a ripping sound, and Leigh’s shirt joined his on the floor.

  Rebel pulled his head back and looked down her exposed body. Her breasts were full and round, with dusky pink nipples that were beaded up tight. Begging for his attentions. “Beautiful,” he whispered before capturing one of the tight buds in his mouth.

  Leigh fisted both of her hands in his hair and held him to her body. His mouth was hot on her even hotter skin. He laved his tongue back and forth over the nipple he held captive, using his fingers to roll and pinch the other one. When she felt the light scrape of his teeth, Leigh cried out.

  “Like a little bit of pain, do you?” Rebel asked against her skin.

  “Fuck you, Cowboy,” was her breathy response. Her voice was husky and lacked the proper bite that she intended.

  “That was the plan,” he said before attacking the nipple he had left neglected.

  “God,” she cried. Every movement of his mouth on her breast affected her entire body. She was humming all over, trembling slightly. Each pull sent a shock of pleasure on an invisible string from her nipple to her core. She thought she just might come from his mouth on her nipples. More. She had to have more. She wanted it all.

  Unwilling to wait, Leigh shoved him back and found the snap to his fly. She ripped the zipper down and shoved his leathers down his legs. Rebel toed off his boots while she worked and kicked his pants away. Leigh took a moment to look at him.

  She knew it. Deep down, Leigh had known Rebel would be beautiful naked. And he was. From the top of his dark hair, down his lean torso, his long, sinewy legs, to the bottoms of his feet. Yes, she even liked his feet. They were long and lean, perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body. Not an ounce of fat on him. He was muscular, but not overly so. His chest was broad, bare except for a thin line of dark hair that began between his pectorals and trailed down his washboard stomach. It led to the dark patch that surrounded his sex.

  And wasn’t that nice to look at too. His erection jutted out from his body, angling up and slightly right, pulsing as if it had a heartbeat of its own. The plum-sized head was darker than the rest of it, and a small drop of pre come was glistening on the tip. Yep, no complaints there, either.

  “Like what you see?” Rebel finally asked.

  “You have no idea,” Leigh muttered just before she leapt at him. He stumbled back under the onslaught of her weight, but quickly righted himself. Leigh was not heavy, but she was strong. He didn’t think she realized just how strong she was.

  Rebel lost the conscious ability to form words when she set her teeth to the cord of his neck. She nipped and nibbled her way back to his mouth and then forced her tongue into his mouth.

  Rebel had been with his share of women. Some were human. Some were vampires. None had ever made him feel like Leigh. Her skin was hot to the touch, her campfire scent mixing with her arousal was like a punch in the libido for him. He didn’t know if it was because she was his mate, or if it was because she was a dragon. Hell, he didn’t care so long as she kept touching him.

  Leigh shoved him back onto the bed, growling in his ear. He heard the muted sound of fabric tearing. Before he could decide what it was, Leigh had his arms pinned over his head. She had torn a strip off his sheet and was using it to secure his hands to the headboard.

  “Um, Sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asked. He had never in his life allowed a woman to restrain him, and he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with it now.

  “Tonight, you’re mine,” she answered, before turning to tie his feet as well. Rebel tested the bonds. She could tie a knot, that was for sure. He could have broken free, if he wanted to. But did he want to?

  “If you want to be with me, we do this my way,” she snarled at him, as if reading his mind. Then, she sat back on her haunches and smiled. “What’s the matter? Do I scare you?”

  “You have no idea,” Rebel answered, using her own words. Hell yes she scared him. For a lot of reasons. But short of setting him on fire, there wasn’t much she could do that he wouldn’t recover from. To him, it was worth the risk.

  Leigh straddled h
is chest, holding a candle that she had acquired from somewhere. Rebel hadn’t seen her get it, but there were candles everywhere thanks to Brea. She had this notion that aromatherapy was something they should all partake in. Personally, Rebel didn’t care for candles, but some of them smelled pretty decent.

  But what was Leigh thinking to do with the taper candle she was holding? Rebel’s imagination spun out of control. Holy hell, what had he gotten into?

  “Don’t worry,” Leigh told him. “I won’t do anything you don’t like. Just say the word, and it stops.”

  “What word?” he huffed.

  “Green. That’s your safe word.”

  “Right. Don’t say green. Got it.” Rebel had never needed a safe word before. The thought excited him as much as it scared him.

  “Good,” Leigh said absently. She was staring at the candle. She pursed her lips and blew gently. A thin line of fire shot out of her mouth and across the candle’s wick. It immediately caught.

  “Hey! No fire,” Rebel insisted, squirming underneath her.

  “I promise not to incinerate you,” Leigh assured him. She set the candle into a holder by the bed and leaned over him. “Do you have any idea of the things I want to do to you?” she asked in a whisper next to his ear. “Of the things I have dreamed about?”

  “Egyptian slaves?” he asked with a quirked brow.

  “Among other things,” she replied. She licked his neck and proceeded down his chest. She delivered little bites along the way, stopping at one male nipple.

  She bit the little bud gently, eliciting a groan from Rebel. Then she flicked her tongue over it. She worked the tiny brown disc for everything it was worth before drawing on it, hard.

  Rebel jerked and cried out. “God, that’s good.”

  Leigh could empathize. She moved to the other nipple, had to be equal, after all, before kissing and nipping her way down his belly. She deftly avoided the jut of his cock, her mouth moving mere inches from it. As if trying to get her attention, it jerked in her direction.

  But Leigh ignored it. She rained kisses and bites down his legs, even licking the arches of his feet. Which, he liked, by the way. “Leigh,” he warned, “You’re killing me.”

  “Not yet,” she smiled. “I have only just begun.”

  Rebel growled and tugged at his bonds. Leigh laughed.

  Leigh straddled him once again, this time over his thighs. “Hmm, I think the candle’s ready.” She put her hands on Rebel’s chest and dug her nails into his skin. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to cause eight little pinpricks of pain. Then she dragged her hands down his chest, leaving red scoring marks on his skin.

  It hurt, but it hurt good. Rebel pressed his head back and lifted his hips. “Uh uh, this is my show, Cowboy,” she warned him.

  “When I get free,” he growled.

  “Who says I’m gonna let you free?” Leigh asked with sly grin. Rebel would have thought that she was evil, torturing him just for the fun of it. But he could smell how much it turned her on to be in control. So, he guessed that she was doing it for the fun of it, but she was enjoying herself almost as much as he was. He would let her have her fun. For now.

  Leigh raised the lit candle over his chest. She looked into his worried expression. “Trust me,” she urged. Rebel nodded and tried to relax. Leigh tipped the candle, spilling hot wax on his skin.

  He hissed and jerked. “Shit, that’s fucking hot!” he shouted.

  “I know,” she said. She let the candle drip again, this time on his nipple. The hot wax burned a little, but it also felt really nice as it cooled and dried to his skin. Leigh dripped down his stomach and into his navel.

  Rebel was delirious. Everything inside him was screaming at him to break his bonds and take her. To show her who was really in control. But it felt so damned good! And then, she did something wonderful.

  She put the candle up and returned her mouth to him. She kissed his lips, his neck, his abused torso. Then she settled herself between his thighs and blew hot air over his cock. Holy hell!

  Leigh drank in the sight of Rebel, bound and covered in wax, waiting to see what she would do next. She had never been so forward with any of her past lovers, not that any of them mattered to her. She wanted to give Rebel an experience he would never forget. Why she felt that way, she didn’t know. When the hell had she begun to like him, anyway? It didn’t matter. She had free reign over his body until he said the safe word. And she was going to take full advantage.

  She settled down on the mattress, still partially dressed, and eyed his erection. It was weeping continuously now. Leigh dragged her finger along the length, enjoying the feel of satin covered steel. When she reached the tip, she spread the moisture gathering at the tip around the head. She wanted to taste him.

  Leigh flicked her tongue over him. He was salty and musky, tangy and slightly sweet, too. She took another taste. “Mmm.” Then, she snaked her tongue along the underside and along the vein that was prominent under his skin.

  “Fuck!” he snarled. “Please.”

  “Please what?” she asked innocently.

  “Take me in your mouth,” he said. “Suck me, please.” He was grinding his head into the pillows, his hips thrusting against the air.

  “Well, since you said please,” Leigh laughed and took him in her mouth.

  Rebel shouted something unintelligible as her lips closed around his hard flesh. She worked at him mercilessly, alternating sucking and wrapping her tongue around the sensitive head. Rebel had lost all power of speech. He had been reduced to “God,” and “Yes!”

  After a too short amount of time, Rebel was trying to pull away from her. She used her strength to pin him down. “If you don’t stop,” he warned, “I’m going to embarrass myself.”

  “Good,” she said, and continued. She wanted it all. Now.

  Leigh sucked, hard, laving her tongue over him at the same time. It was all that was needed to break the precarious hold Rebel had on himself. He bellowed her name and hot semen jetted into her throat, and Leigh drank it down. She continued to suck until she had wrung every last drop from him.

  She finally released him and laid her head on his hip. “Enjoy that, Cowboy?”

  “Yes ma’am,” he drawled. “Give me a minute and I’ll repay the favor.”

  “No need to wait,” Leigh said. She stood up and unbuttoned her jeans.

  “Are you going to untie me?” he asked with a boyish grin.

  “Not just yet,” Leigh answered. “I still have plans for you.” She shucked off her jeans and her panties in one, quick movement. Rebel watched with a hungry expression.

  “Get up here,” Rebel commanded. “I want you to ride my mouth. I want to taste that pretty pussy. Now.”

  His words sent a jolt of pleasure through her. If that’s what he wanted, who was she to argue? Leigh crawled up the mattress with exaggerated slowness. She kissed his mouth quickly before settling her knees on either side of his head.

  The first swipe of his tongue made her jerk. The second had her pouring her juices into his mouth. He licked and nibbled her sensitive lips. His growl of approval vibrated her skin and she had to grab the headboard for support.

  He lingered and savored. He nipped and sucked. Everywhere except where she needed it most. She was so hot, she thought she might explode. Leigh wiggled her hips, trying to get more stimulation.

  When he found her clit, she did.

  She heard the strip of sheets she had used to tie him down ripping. He broke his bonds easily. But he did not stop. He continued to flick his tongue across her clit with increasing speed, now holding her hips in place, forcing her to take more. And then, Lord help her, he added his finger to the mix. When she came for the second time, she saw stars behind her eyes.

  Then, she was airborne. Rebel flipped their position so fast that Leigh didn’t have time to react. She was flat on her back and staring up at him. “You’re mine,” he growled and entered her in one hard thrust while she was still s
pasming from her climax.

  Rebel lifted her legs and anchored his arms under her knees. He filled her to overflowing, stretching and burning her too sensitive flesh. “Mine,” he growled again and again in sync with his powerful thrusts. “Mine, mine, mine.” Then, he lowered his body and bit her.

  White hot pain mixed with pleasure took over all of Leigh’s senses. Rebel was all she could see, smell, taste, and hear. She could hear his heart pounding in his chest. She could feel his body moving within hers. She was surrounded by his scent.

  He raised his head from her neck and said, “You’re mine.” And then, he bit her again. From the first moment Leigh had laid eyes on him, she had known he was hers. No matter how hard she had tried to deny it, the proof was staring her in the face. He was marking her and she knew it. She knew it and was doing nothing to stop it. But she wasn’t one to be outdone. Leigh didn’t make the conscious decision to mark him, but she did. She set her teeth to his neck and sank her teeth into his skin, drawing blood. He tasted sinfully sweet, like dark chocolate. Yes, she thought, she was his. And he was hers. He might have had little in the common sense department, he might have been the most irritating mother fucker she ever met, and yes, he was Stalker-boy. But he was her stalker. Hers alone.

  Rebel knew he was marking her. He wanted to mark her. He was surrounded by her heat and slick body. He ground his hips into her so hard that they were both moving up the mattress with every thrust. And still, he had to have more. When her body began to convulse again, his spine snapped rigid and he gave himself over to one eighteen wheeler of an orgasm, shouting her name as he filled her.

  He dropped his weight and released her from his teeth. Panting wildly, he had to catch his breath before saying anything. He lifted his head to do just that when searing pain exploded throughout his body. His back arched, tight as a bow, and his head jerked back. He tried to sit up, but his body wouldn’t obey. He scrambled into a half sitting position, desperately trying to make his mouth work. Leigh’s expression was horrified. He wanted to tell her what was going on. But he couldn’t. No sooner than he was upright, the spasm hit again. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. All he knew was the pain. Pain that enveloped every nerve ending in his body. Pain that scorched him from the inside out. His skin felt like it was being ripped from his body. Even his teeth hurt. Then, he felt himself falling. I’m dying, he thought. This is the end.