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

by Grey, T. A.

  Suddenly her breath was gone from his neck and then she was scooting down in his lap. She gave him only a moment to register what was happening in shock, before her tongue darted out to flick across the tip of his cock.

  “Rosa!” his hand curled in her hair to keep her still, to keep her from taking him inside her sweet hot mouth. If she did, then he'd be gone. No way could he not spend himself inside her wet mouth. She only laughed, a husky, rich sound—the little witch—as he held her still. No matter, she simply swirled her tongue around the tip of him, and her dainty breaths tortured him worse than he could ever have imagined.

  She flicked her tongue across him making an mmm sound. “I can do this all night, baby.”

  Maybe it was her determination or maybe the sweet nickname she called him, but he released his hold on her hair. One hand curled around his cock and then her mouth surrounded him in a wet, suctioning hold. All the nerves in his cock danced at the erotic sensation. Her little ministrations sent his orgasm rushing to the forefront, ready to explode from his body.

  He bit down hard on his lip, the little ounce of pain it gave him, enough to force away the orgasm...for now. Her mouth glided over him again and again, her tongue dancing along his shaft, coaxing the same orgasm he was trying not to have. When her hand started into a steady pumping motion at the base of his cock he cursed.

  “If you don't stop...” he warned.

  Her mouth released him and he sighed with relief while his cock screamed in protest. His eyes flared open then as she scurried into his lap, shoving her tight dress up to her waist and exposing a sexy white thong that looked very feminine and wicked against her darker skin. She straddled his thighs, poised above his cock, then looked him straight in the eyes.

  “This is not a good idea.” Even he didn't sound convinced. Hell he wanted nothing more than for her to continue what she was doing. She smiled at him, all woman, and he knew he was putty in her hands.

  Her lips caught his in a feather-light touch, nipping softly against him as her hands flattened on his chest. His hands found her waist, he had to touch her. He hated the fabric blocking him from feeling her warm skin so he trailed them up her legs instead, stroking her smooth skin up and down.

  The hands on his chest curled into his shirt and then she pulled hard. Buttons of his white suit shirt flew across the seat. Her eyes caressed his bare chest in a look he could only describe as erotic.

  “I like,” she purred.

  She kissed him hard then, her tongue filling him and flattened her breasts against his bare chest. Her fluttery moan, her naked skin against his, set him off. He cupped her face and pulled her away.

  “Do it now or I will,” he said darkly.

  Her sultry, low-lidded gaze studied his face and a slow smile pulled at her lips. Then she leaned back and he watched her hand snake down her stomach to her sex. His jaw clamped down so hard pain flared all the way up to his temple.

  Her fingers curled around the white underwear and tugged it to the side, exposing her soft pussy. The sight of her dark curls made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her there, needed to learn her taste, feel her come apart by his tongue.

  But then she lowered herself over his awaiting cock. The first touch sent his orgasm flying up through his body. Kearnyn bit his fang into his bottom lip hard, drawing blood to keep him from spending now. The pain helped to ease him.

  Her eyes widened at the sight of blood and he wanted to slam his head into a wall. She was new to vampires, wasn't used to the whole blood thing, dammit. But her eyes softened and then her hands curled around his bare shoulders, holding tight, and she slammed herself down, engulfing him.

  Their cries shouted together. She was so damned tight, she squeezed him without even moving, and so damned wet she coated every inch of him. Her head fell back and she started riding him in a hard, fast rhythm meant to achieve climax in the quickest way possible. Fuck, he was down with that.

  Her soft breasts bounced and swayed as she worked his cock in and out of her. He locked her like this, brazen and sexy as hell, into his memory. Her panties pushed to the side, her dress all the way around her waist because he knew he'd be visiting it again in the future.

  He couldn't resist her luscious breasts anymore though, and licked her nipple before sucking her into his mouth. Harsh moans, sweet erotic cries left her throat as he worked her breast. She changed the rhythm, rocking against him fast and he groaned. Each thrust, each pass brought him immeasurably closer to finishing this whole thing.

  He heard her breathing change. It became choppy and erratic, her hips losing their rhythm and he wanted to shout to the whole world that his woman was coming apart around him, because of him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her writhing waist, flicked her nipple relentlessly, and then she squeezed incredibly tight around him, her hips not even able to move anymore as her orgasm came.

  Growling, Kearnyn took over, his hands grabbing her waist and rocking her against him. Her cries became even louder, her nails dug into his back, and her tight pussy clenched and massaged around him like a fist as she climaxed. The pleasure was too much for him, the sensations too erotic and incredible, and he let his release come.

  It was harder, more intense than he'd ever felt in his life. The pleasure shot down his spine and to his cock, exploding his hot release from the tip of him, deep into her. He couldn't stop grinding her against him, prolonging both their climaxes.

  They fell back against the seat trying to catch their breaths.

  A slow chuckle left him and made sure to wipe the lazy smile off his face before she saw it. Amazing didn't cover it. Hot as fucking hell came only slightly close. Her soft laughter followed his.

  A hard knock at the window had his head jerking to the side so hard his brain swished around. “Damn.”

  Rosa looked and saw the cop outside, flashing a flashlight in on them and blushed darkly, then buried her face in his neck.

  “Roll down the window, sir,” the cop said.

  Kearnyn obliged. “Yeah?” Was that his lazy question? Damn right, he hadn't felt this relaxed in a long, long time.

  “Sir, you know that prostitution is illegal.”

  His good mood left him in an instant. His cold eyes leveled hard on the human cop. “She is not a prostitute. She is my woman.”

  The cop narrowed his eyes back on them. “That's not what it looks like from here. Hey, you, let me see your face.”

  Rosa shook her head against his neck. God damn, her muscles were so tense, the cop scared her. He had every intention of stepping out of the car and laying a good beating into him when Rosa drew in a deep breath and let the cop see her face.

  “Show me your arms.”

  Face pinching in confusion, she held out her arms. The cop studied her elbows and Kearnyn cursed. The damn cop was looking for signs of drug use.

  “All right, I can't prove she's a prostitute, but I'm writing you a ticket for indecent exposure.”

  “Whatever.” Kearnyn ground his jaw, the sweet ardor completely banished from his intrusion. Still, his semi-erection was inside her and each time she moved, he twitched as she stroked him.

  Kearnyn took the ticket and waited until the cop left to help her into her dress.

  “I'm sorry about that.”

  She smiled at him and pulled her top up, then crawled off him and fixed her panties and dress. It was a damn nice sight to see.

  “Not a problem. So why don't we go back to my place and do this again?”

  His jaw fell and he clamped it shut. “Yes, ma'am,” he said like a smart man and drove away.

  CHAPTER 29

  Alrik entered the great hall but found it empty. Cursing, he made his way down the hallway towards the study. A servant started past him carrying a silver tray with new candles he'd be setting out.

  Alrik stopped him. “Have you seen the Queen?”

  Wide-eyed, the servant shook his head.

  Alrik went through every place he could think of. The back gardens,
the royal study, the royal dining room, even the kitchens though he doubted his mother had ever stepped foot in there before. Anger rising by the second he stormed up to her bedroom and flung opens the door. An empty dark room greeted him. He started to turn away but a soft sound caught him, like someone was having a whispered conversation.

  Alrik lit a candelabrum at the door and entered his mother's room, trying to find the source of the voice or voices. He hadn't been in his mother's room since he was a small child. One night he'd had a particularly scary dream and had ran into her room for help. She'd scolded him and sent him back to his room without even walking him there. Even thinking about it now made him embarrassed more than mad. He should have gone to his nanny's room, not his mother's. She would have helped him.

  A tall and impressive bookcase stood against the far wall. The bookcase caught his attention for a few reasons, one of which was that his mother hated to read. The voice, a single one he realized, got louder as he neared it. Some of the rooms for the king and queen have escape passages and such for emergencies, so Alrik started looking for a lever or something to pull because that soft voice came from behind the heavy shelf.

  He didn’t find a switch so he examined the bookcase but realized if there was a room back there, there was no way his mother could move the book case back and forth each time she used it. There had to be a mechanism. He started reading the titles of the books when his eyes caught on one in particular. The Fall of the Rift. Written after the Great War by Yurina Chinal the historical book had been traded and sold in waves after its release, giving all the details on Telal's betrayal that led to the fall of his father.

  Alrik pulled the book out and found a small black button made into the wood. He pressed it and the bookcase slid to the side of the wall to reveal a small passage and a room at the other end. Holding the candelabra high, Alrik made his way through the passages, the words becoming clearer.

  He paused to listen then froze. He recognized the sound of his mother's voice, and he also recognized the chant of a black magic spell. When he heard his name used in the same sentence he ran inside.

  He found his mother on her knees, rocking with her eyes closed, and gripping an idol. The idol looked like it was made out of a small stick with several items wrapped around it. His eyes narrowed on the reddish site of hair and realized...it was his old hair. There was black hair too and he barely refrained from touching his own because he already knew it was his.

  “Mother.”

  His voice cut through her spell like ice. Her eyes flung open in fear and she scuttled back away from him, clutching the idol to her chest.

  “S-son, what are you doing here?”

  “I believe I should be asking you that.” Sucking in a deep breath, he inhaled the essence of dark magic. By God, he didn't even need to breathe it in, he could feel it. The dark energy saturated the room like a heavy cloud of angst and fire.

  “I was just casting a spell to ensure that Telal doesn't bother us again.” She gave him a wobbly smile and stood.

  “That isn't his hair on that idol, mother. Tell me what you've done to me or I'll make you hurt until you do.”

  Her eyes widened and she took a step back. “Now, son, you know I'd never do anything to you.”

  “Do I?” he asked coldly.

  She hesitated. “Of course. I'm your mother.”

  “By name only and don't act as if you don't know it. Tell me what spell you were casting on me and maybe I'll be lenient.”

  She looked as though she'd talk but then she straightened, holding her chin up high. “I did nothing wrong. I was casting a spell on Telal like I said.”

  Alrik stalked to her and slapped her clean across the face, the sound of it like a crash in the small room. She panted, cupping her reddened cheek. He tore the idol from her hands, fingering the strands of the hair he used to have.

  “Tell me everything now.”

  She quivered under his stare but kept her lips sealed. Rage boiled through him. Alrik grabbed her hand and dragged her through downstairs to the main hall. He found the nearest servant.

  “Call the royal house. We have a traitor on our hands.”

  Soon the royalty came down from their room, whispering excitedly to each other at the news. Of course they'd be ecstatic. This was quite the gossip. Alrik dragged his mother to the throne dais and shoved her into the seat.

  “Guards, watch her, and if she moves, kill her.” The guards obeyed without question, surrounding her with swords drawn.

  Alrik waited until the hall swarmed with aristocrats. “Take your seats,” he said in a booming voice. “Today I've learned something that will interest you all, I think.”

  He looked at his mother and only saw steely determination in her eyes. No love, not even fondness. He'd learned long ago those weren't feelings she was capable of. Turning to the crowd, he held up the wooden idol in his hands. Though only made of wood and hair, the object weighed heavily in his palm from magic.

  “Tonight I caught my mother in the act of treason against me.” The crowd roared profanities at his mother, but their eyes were excited. “I found her in the midst of her treachery, casting black magic on me and using this,” he said, holding the idol out for all to see, “as the foundation of her evil. If you look closely you'll see the hair taken from my own head used as fuel for her evil.”

  He turned to her, unfeeling to the fear in her eyes. “What say you?”

  His mother spoke loud and clear. “I deny these charges. What Alrik has witnessed was a casting on his brother, Telal Demuzi, the real traitor.” The crowd booed and hissed at her words.

  “I hold this idol as evidence, which you can all see has my hair from ages ago and from now. What say you to that, mother?”

  She clamped her lips shut and looked away. The crowd stood, yelling for her head, as, in unison, they began banging their fists on the table, rattling the silverware and glasses set out.

  Alrik watched as his mother paled and understanding seemed to dawn on her beautiful face. “Tell me what you've done to me and I will show you some leniency.” The crowd hushed in an instant to hear what she'd say.

  “I-I did what was best for you. You were weak.”

  “I've never been weak!” he roared. He reached her and knelt over her. “Tell me what you did to me. This is your last chance.”

  Seeing the fear in her eyes felt good, made him feel stronger; it fueled the anger he'd carried for so long.

  Her eyes narrowed on him and in a hissing whisper said, “If you get rid of me you'll regret it, Alrik.”

  Alrik stood stiffly. “Get her out of here.” The guards grabbed her and she started fighting. When she couldn't yank herself away from them, her eyes glowed brightly and magic burst forth from her. The guards went flying away and when they got up to charge at her she quickly hissed out another spell. The men choked, grabbing their stomachs at the same time as they fell to their knees convulsing and vomiting all over the floor.

  Alrik held out his hand and thrust his own magic at his mother. He closed off the air to her until color drained from her face and she slumped to the floor.

  “She is banished from these walls forever. Get her out of here and let us hope we never have to see her face again.”

  More guards stormed in and dragged his unconscious mother out of the front hall to all the gawking eyes of the aristos. Without a word, Alrik left the great hall and his mother behind.

  Now he knew why he'd changed, but the question now was, could he be changed back?

  CHAPTER 30

  Two weeks later.

  Lily nibbled on her lip as she checked the calendar. Only five days left. A feeling close to panic flared up inside her.

  “I need a drink.”

  On top of her dresser she had all the items out and ready to go. She started making her special juice and chugged it down in no time. She smiled, the panicked feeling already going away. Good stuff, she thought and went back to look at the calendar.

  In f
ive days, she'd hit her new moon and become fully succubus, requiring physical intimacy to live. Even with the drink loosening her up, her chest tightened. Her and Telal's relationship, if one would call it that, had become tumultuous at best.

  One day he was ravaging her in a stairwell and the next he'd locked himself in his rec room for sometimes days on end. He'd even programmed it to lock from the inside so she or Kearnyn couldn't get in to see him. When he'd finally come out he'd have a grim, sad look on his face that made her want to cry. He'd shower and throw on fresh clothes after he was done...doing whatever it was he did. She didn't really know, he wouldn't tell her. She guessed he was allowing himself to wallow.

  That couldn’t continue forever. Her mother was in that rift. She waited for the flood of emotions to hit her at the thought, but the juice didn't allow it. All she felt was a warm, cozy sensation in her mind and body.

  “Better than yoga.” Laughing, she finished dressing and went to find him.

  She'd given him as much time as she could before she broached the subject of the rift with him. Two weeks was a damned long time considering her mother was in the demon's prison. Even if his plans fell through and he couldn't open the rift, then she at least had to get her mother out. Aside from breaking her out, she really couldn't see any other course of action. That is, unless he can make a truce with Alrik Demuzi. The likelihood of that seemed to be going further and further away though.

  His office and bedroom were vacant again. It looked the same as it had two weeks earlier. It was as if he was slowly shutting down and simply giving up. Sighing, Lily knew where to find him and headed for the rec room. She swore if the door was locked she'd find a way to break it down. She tried the handle and smiled when it turned.

  She heard two male voices inside. Telal and Kearnyn's. She paused in the hallway just inside the door to listen in; they were in the midst of a heated discussion.