Ties That Bind: The Bellum Sisters 3 (paranormal erotic romance)

by Grey, T. A.

  Breathing became difficult, but he forced his gaze back to her eyes where they belonged. Beautiful, chocolate eyes that watched him with a sultry tilt. He couldn't help but wonder if their shared kiss had broken some defense in her. Shit, he couldn't even say honestly whether he was happy or not about the change. Right now, he just knew that he was happy he wore his tight briefs or else his cock would be pitching a damned tent right now.

  Her hand ran down the side of one hip. “Do you like it?” she asked shyly.

  He opened his mouth to reply but closed it, afraid he'd garble nonsensical words at her and instead he nodded, quickly. He wanted to ask her if she was ready to go but just jerked his head toward the door instead, not trusting his mouth to form real words.

  Thank God. She got the picture and crossed the floor to him. Every muscle in his body tightened at the sight. Her long hair sat around her dark, creamy shoulders in curly waves that he wanted to bury his hands in. And those heels—dark red like blood—only brought out the white of her dress even more and ruby at the end of a necklace around her neck.

  She reached his side and smiled up at him. The look in her eyes said she knew exactly the effect her dress had on him. Suddenly he laughed, grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the shop. He waited for her to lock up before he helped her into the SUV.

  Moving slowly as she got in, the short skirt riding way up her thighs, revealing more smooth leg. Once she got situated, he closed the door and went around to his side, pausing for a moment to take a breath before he got in.

  Starting the engine, his eyes skipped over to her legs, then up to the swell of her breasts that peaked out generously from her top. Holy hell. The date hadn't even started and he was ready to jump on her.

  “You look very nice, too,” she said.

  He couldn't help but grin. “I feel ridiculous.”

  “I'm not surprised, but the look suits you.”

  He smiled at her compliment and her cheeks colored until she looked away, blowing out an uneasy breath.

  “So where are we going?”

  “Food, drinks, and then we'll see.”

  She turned to him, one knee coming up on the seat. He ripped the kerchief out of his pocket and scrubbed his face with it. God, he could just see her inner thigh. She had slender legs with curves and thickness in all the right places.

  “And anything else?”

  He cocked a brow. “What else would you like to do?” If she said have sex, he'd pulled the car over right now and bury his face between her legs. Shit. Get a grip.

  She shrugged a bare shoulder. “It's just that last time...you said you'd kiss me.” She didn't sound as shy now but curious.

  “I'd love to do that again.” His husky voice showed just how much. He'd had to yank himself away from her last time. Her lips had been so soft and pliant, her gentle tongue meeting his eagerly. She'd made this throaty noise, somewhere between a growl and a moan. It'd nearly made him take her right then, push her right up against the bookshelf and plunder. So he'd torn himself away from her and beat feet out of there. It was too soon, even he knew that.

  “So would I.”

  They drove in silence the rest of the way to the club. When they arrived at the brightly lit club her eyes widened with a mixture of apprehension and excitement.

  “The Grind? I've only ever heard of this place,” she said.

  “Good, then I'm the first one to bring you here.” And hopefully the last, his mind finished for him. He tensed as he reached her side of the door, but hell, he was right. If he could keep this intriguing creature for the rest of his life, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

  Tucking her hand in his elbow, he cut to the top of the line and handed a stack of Benjamins to the security guard.

  “Nice to see you, my man,” the guard said and let them through the partition.

  The Grind was a classy club, not one that many youngsters could get into. The dress code was elegant, the music smooth but good, and the drinks were never free or on sale. But for the atmosphere alone, the price was worth it. A maitre'd led them down a short hall painted in deep browns and black creating a classical and romantic atmosphere with the soft sconce lighting and murals on the walls. They took a seat at a small table with a white tablecloth and two candles with a little bundle of flowers in the middle.

  Kearnyn ordered a bottle of wine and let Rosa over her dinner.

  She looked up at him after he finished. “Aren't you going to eat something?” She blushed beautifully. “Oh, never mind.”

  Kearnyn waited until their wine came before he leaned his elbows on the table. He wanted to be closer to her, he couldn't help it. “How long have you known Lily Bellum?”

  She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Geez, a long time it seems.” She laughed at her own joke. “I guess it's been close to ten years now. I met her at one of the succubus balls they throw each year. Her father took her and her sisters.” She sipped her wine. “How long have you known the demon Telal?”

  Kearnyn laid his hand flat on the table, halfway across. Was it obvious he wanted her to put her smaller hand on top of his? Probably, but he didn't care. He wanted to touch her. “Oh, I met Telal in the mid-fifteen hundreds*. He'd come for a meeting with Commander Tyrian and while he was there one of the warriors picked a fight with me. Don't even remember what it was about. Telal saw my fighting skills, then coerced me onto his team.” He grinned at the memories.

  “What did he do to persuade you?” She finished her glass of wine so he refilled it for her.

  “Money.” He flashed a wicked grin. “Sounds petty, I know, but it's the truth. I came from poor stock; the kind of money he was talking about was nearly enough to convince me with just that.”

  “Nearly enough?”

  He shrugged and finally pulled back his hand. “Even I needed a bit more than that. He told me his future plans of getting the rift back open. Though I'd been a member of the Atal Warriors for a long time, I knew that keeping the demons in the rift was wrong. Next thing you know, I'm switching sides and guarding the big demon himself.”

  Her meal came and then Kearnyn had to sit there and watch her eat. Who knew that could have been a kind of torture? Fuck, it was, though. Each little bite sent her eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan from deep in her throat. Even the way her throat tightened, convulsed after each dainty bite fired his blood.

  Her eyes flicked up to his, and for a moment, he panicked. Busted. But then her eyes softened, blazing with what could only be pleasure, and this time she had no food in her mouth.

  “Come on, let's dance.” He stood and held his hand out for her. She took it and he led her past the tables and onto a dance floor where a soft passionate song about love and loss played. Kearnyn tucked her head under his chin and swayed with her to the soft beat. She fit against him perfectly, chest to chest, hip to hip.

  Growing warmth filled him. It was a comfortable, good feeling that she stirred inside him.

  “You feel good, Rosa.”

  She pressed her cheek to his chest. “You do, too.”

  After four more songs, he led her back to the table . Her eyes shined bright with excitement and energy. Kearnyn couldn't hold back the question that had been rattling around in his head for days.

  “What did you see between us in your vision, Rosa?”

  She choked on her wine.

  “Damn,” he cursed and came around the table to pat her back as great whooping coughs came out of her. “I'm sorry. I wasn’t trying to kill you.” He cringed at his own poor joke.

  She chuckled as she got her voice back under control and took a tentative sip of her wine. She looked up at him with a big grin. He realized he must look possessive—or worse—because her grin quickly faded.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled and took his seat again. God, he was going to ruin this. Maybe it was time to call this whole thing quits and just take her home.

  “It's fine. You're question just surprised me.”

  Kearnyn flagged the waiter down and as
ked for his bill. Rosa sent him a wide-eyed look.

  “We're leaving already?”

  He paused reaching for his wallet. “I thought you'd want to. I'm not...good at this.”

  “Oh.” Her dejected look cut straight to his heart.

  “Come on. Let's dance some more.” He tossed some bills on the table and led her once more off to the dance floor.

  The soft song that had been playing changed to something much more rhythmic and upbeat. Rosa's eyes lit up and she spun around in his arms, her hips swaying, knees grinding as she writhed up and down his body in time to the music.

  Kearnyn's cock lengthened, turned hard as stone watching her move. She grabbed each of his hands and wrapped them around her squirming waist. He couldn't dance for shit like this, but still he found his body moving with hers until they created an undulating sensual rhythm and he forgot all about not being able to dance. He simply moved with her flexible little body, curving around her as she dipped and bent.

  The first press of her ass against his cock made him groan. There was no way she didn't feel that. She had to have noticed it but didn't care because now she pressed herself against it again and again, rhythmically undulating her hips against his cock until breathing grew difficult. He found himself moving back against her, thrusting and rubbing himself as his hands rubbed around her stomach, catching her hips and feeling her muscles flex and move under his grip.

  The song neared the end, slowing the pulsing beat, and she swayed one last time in his arms before spinning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their eyes met, locked. Passion and desire clung to them. She kept her hips pressed tightly against his; until his cock dug into her. She didn't seem to mind though, at all. The song ended and they stopped dancing but their eyes didn't leave each other’s.

  A loud shrilly laugh cut the connection. Kearnyn's gaze flicked to the drunken woman giggling madly at something her date said, and glared.

  “Why don't we go?” asked Rosa.

  Nodding mutely, he took her warm hand in his and led her back to the SUV. Getting her into the vehicle turned out to be one of the most erotic adventures of his life. As he opened the door and stepped back to help her inside, she turned to him, stepping close. Her body pressed against his, soft breasts flattening against his chest and pushing them up and out of that dress. It took effort not to stare at the delicious swell of flesh.

  Her hands pressed against his chest then drew upwards until her fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket. His breath caught, his cock aching as she gently, steadily tugged his head down to hers. Their lips met. Soft, warm lips pressed against his like a feather, then gradually pressed harder, deeper until they were fused together by the seam.

  Kearnyn’s blood ran hot like lava in his veins. Need pounded inside him, drawing his sac up tight with the urge to release. A groan left him as his arm curled around her waist, crushing her to his chest. Her moan sounded like a dream come true to his ears.

  Their lips parted at the same time and tongues met, hers so much softer than his abrasive one. She tasted delicious—her own unique flavor mixed with the rich red wine she'd drunk. His cock seemed to have a direct connection to his tongue because each time she swirled hers around his, licking at him, his cock throbbed, pulsated.

  It took every ounce of strength inside him to remind him where he was and stepped back. He blinked as he realized he had her pressed up against the car door. People walking up and down the street stared at them with grins or disgusted glares as they passed by.

  “Get inside,” he said, his voice shaking. He couldn't even help her into it he was so rattled. He just walked to the driver's door and got in, buckling his seatbelt in a mechanical motion. He briefly looked over at her to make sure she had hers on before he rolled the engine over and drove off.

  “Do you still want to know what my vision was?”

  His hands squeezed the steering wheel. “Now?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

  “Now or never.”

  He sent a look her way to judge her expression and found her eyes alight with mischief and arousal. It was a heady combination to be aimed at him. For a moment he debated saying never; he honestly didn't know what her vision entailed, but he had an idea.

  “If we crash it's your fault.” It was a bit of lie; he'd never lose enough focus to endanger her. Still, he narrowed his eyes on the road and concentrated harder.

  “Is that a yes?”

  He jerked his head in a sharp nod.

  She spoke in a quiet, steady voice, her accent thicker. “I saw you licking me between my spread legs. I saw myself writhing in pleasure at your touch. I-I saw you holding me closely thrusting inside me.” Her voice trailed off until the gentle roar of the engine was the only sound in the suddenly tight confines of the SUV.

  Kearnyn's mind felt dazed and spinning around in his skull—mostly with the images she'd painted for him. Belatedly, he realized he'd missed a turn and took the next available one to get them back on course. Everything she'd just said was not only things he desperately wanted to do, but they had been his own fantasies as well.

  “Are you going to say anything?”

  He blinked and jerked his gaze to hers. He hadn't even felt her gaze watching him. His eyes caught hers and his heart started pounding in his chest at her look. Her deep brown eyes were glowing with need all focused on him. He tore his gaze away.

  “You shouldn't look at me like that.”

  “Why not?” she asked softly.

  He debated over his answer for, oh, half a second. “Because I have half a mind to pull this car over and take you up on at least one of those things.”

  She heard her breath catch. And then he heard movement, the rustling of clothing, tight clothing. A part of him didn't want to look, but hell, he was lost to her. His gaze glanced out the corner of his eyes and he stiffened—his cock growing twice as thick and he swore he almost came in his pants.

  She'd pulled her top down to expose her lush, brown breasts. Sweated beaded his brow and his muscles pulled tight with the need to reach over and touch her. He focused back on the road, on keeping the car straight in his lane. When her hand touched his thigh, he jumped and barely managed to refrain from slamming on the gas with the motion.

  Her warm fingers curled around the hand on his leg and his fingers instantly curled with hers. “You don't know what you're doing.” Hell, he didn't know what she was doing. Trying to make him crash? Trying to make him lose his mind and take her in the car in the most unromantic place possible?

  “Yes I do.” She tugged on his hand and he resisted for a moment before giving in and letting her guide him. His breaths came in great heavy pants. She uncurled his fingers, spreading his palm open and then led his hand to her breast. All air left his lungs in a rush.

  Soft, warm skin filled his palm. The hard bead of her nipple pressed stiffly against his palm. Damn his soul but he couldn't keep himself from touching her, from squeezing her pliable breast between his fingers, tracing the contours of her lovely shape. He could hear the sound of her breathing growing deeper, sexier.

  When her hand went back to touch his thigh, he didn’t even jerk. He wanted to kick his legs out, sprawl back and let her do whatever she wanted. As his hand shaped and cupped her, pulled her hard nipple between his fingers, hers traced up and down his thigh. Slowly that hand dipped deeper, higher, her touch growing stronger.

  He found his own perverted hand touching her harder, pulling that stiff little nipple repeatedly. When a car horn blared at him, he cursed, tearing his hand away from her. In a quick move he pulled up into an alleyway between two stores and shoved the car into park.

  “You deserve better than this.”

  “This has nothing to do with deserving and everything to do with how badly I want you right now.”

  He'd barely comprehended the words before she unbuckled her seatbelt and started unbuttoning his pants.

  “What are you doing?”

  Her eyes flicked up to his,
dark and aroused. “I want you. Now.”

  “Not here, Rosa,” he said, his tongue feeling dried up and twice as thick. He grabbed her wrists when she tried to tug his zipper down. He gulped at the sight of her full heavy breasts spilling out from her dress. He had to slam his eyes closed before he could speak. “No.”

  He heard the seat compress and his eyes opened to find her nearly in his face. Then her lips slanted across his, her wicked tongue finding its way in his mouth and working a magic of its own. He groaned, his hands tunneling into her hair to take control of the kiss.

  When he felt her slender fingers reaching for his zipper again, he didn't stop her. He might be a perverted bastard, but damn did he want whatever she wanted to give him. The zipper released and instantly he could breathe easier as the pressure along his cock eased.

  Her moan covered his groan as she cupped him through his briefs, tracing the outline of his cock and squeezing his shaft. He kissed her hard. Licking all the corners of her mouth and sucking on her sweet little tongue. Their breaths sawed together in a hot mist, lips meshing in a hungry kiss.

  Finally, thankfully, her hand delved inside his briefs and released him from the harsh cotton material. The cooler air did nothing to stanch the flow of blood raging in his cock. In a gentle caress, her fingers curled around his girth, squeezing gently.

  He had to tear his mouth away to breathe. “Ach, God.”

  Her lips detoured down his jaw, his neck, kissing and licking him until the temperature in the car skyrocketed. He wanted to rip his shirt off, shove her back against the seat and slide inside her sweet heat.

  “You are gorgeous,” she said against his neck, then sank her teeth in.

  He groaned as her hand started to slide up and down his shaft, slowly squeezing him tighter, moving faster. “Hardly, Rosa. You're the one that—”

  She nipped at his jugular. “Stop that. I do not lie.”

  “Yes, ma'am,” he muttered over her chuckle.

  Her hand scraped through his hair, her nails trailing along his skull and another groan left him. Everything she did drove him wild. Her palm slid over the crown of his cock and stayed there just working the tip of his shaft in a squeezing motion with his own pre-cum gliding the way.