Destiny Unchained Page 16

  “Ah, draga Natalia, you respond beautifully.” The words dripped off his tongue like syrup.

  His fingers slipped under her panties and moved in slow circles around her clit. She relaxed into his hand. A rush of liquid heat flooded her core. She ached for more. More touch. More him. She needed his cock buried deep inside her, taking her fast and hard. Her legs turned to jello but she forced herself to remain upright. She was nothing if not self-disciplined – except when it came to this man. Her head lolled to the side and he used the opportunity to kiss her neck.

  A groan freed itself as every nerve awakened to his touch. He bit down hard at the spot between her shoulder and neck. She hissed in a breath.

  “That’s for making me crazy this last month without you,” he rasped.

  She exhaled a chuckle then sobered when he removed his hand.

  “On your knees.”

  Slowly, she sunk to her knees. He took one of her hands and gently brought it behind her back. He wound the whip around her wrist then did the same with the other. She fought back panic as he lashed them together. This is Cristian. He won’t hurt me. Besides, it was regular bullwhip; she could break it easily.

  He knelt in front of her, staring into her eyes for a long moment before raking his gaze over the rest of her body. He stopped at her breasts, which jutted out like an offering. Her nipples were already hard and achy. A quick yank and her bra was gone.

  “Are you going to undress too?” she asked, feeling more vulnerable that he was still fully clothed.

  He pinched her nipple. “Shh.”

  Okay, so it’s going to be like that. With tremendous effort, she clamped her mouth shut. He leaned over and swirled his tongue around one nipple and sparks shot straight to her core. When he sucked it hard, she gasped and arched her back. He did the same to the other, but grasped her ass firmly to keep her in place when she tried to back away.

  “Cristian, please.”

  ***

  She’s here.

  He couldn’t believe it. Not only was she here, but she was naked and quivering for his touch. He’d planned to make this hard on her. He wanted her to prove herself by submitting, but now he wasn’t sure he could stop himself from ravishing her heavenly body.

  Rosy peaks popped against her pale flesh. Her slender waist changed to shapely hips and a beautiful, toned backside. His hands stroked down her back and kneaded her ass. He continued to torture her firm nipples with his tongue.

  She moaned and bit down on her bottom lip. To hell with submission. He growled and took her mouth hard – branding her, possessing her.

  After unwinding the whip, he tackled her to the ground. She flung her arms around his neck and held on as if he were a life raft. He rubbed his cheek against hers. Her tears broke his heart.

  “I love you,” she said, clasping him tighter. “I love you.” Her voice broke. “I love you.”

  Ah, yes. His heart danced and his eyes watered. “I’ll never tire of hearing it.” He crushed her in his arms, burying his face in her neck, rejoicing in her warmth, her scent. “I missed you.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Shh.” He stroked her hair. “It’s in the past.” His teeth nipped at her neck. “Just don’t do it again.”

  “I won’t. I can’t live without you. I couldn’t even eat without getting sick.”

  “What?” He lifted his head and stared at her. Now that he looked closely, the dark circles under her eyes and hollowed cheeks were obvious. She’d been starving because of him?

  Anger seized him, and he sat up. “You’re going to drink right now, Natalia, and if I hear a peep of protest I will get my whip and –”

  “Cristian.” Her eyes glittered, and she grabbed the collar of his ranger uniform. “I’m starving. I won’t protest.”

  Her fangs descended, and he flipped her on top of him. With a look of stark longing, she dove for his neck. He grunted when her fangs slid into his flesh, but the sharp sting quickly gave way to pleasure. His shaft throbbed as she rubbed against him, her soft lips against his skin. Palming her backside, he moved her hips on his erection. One hand slid under her panties, reveling in the smoothness of her bottom. His finger moved lower, parting her wet flesh. She gasped against his neck and her body trembled.

  Fuck! Can’t wait much longer.

  “Talia.” He tried to lift her from his neck but she wouldn’t budge. “That’s enough.” She made small mewling sounds as she continued to feed. He slapped her rear. “Stop, Natalia. Or I’ll pass out and you’ll have no one to finish you.” He chuckled when that drew her from his neck.

  “I told you I was starving.” She wiped the blood from her lips.

  He smiled. His dark goddess of night. And she came back to him.

  Less than a second later, she pulled him to sit and yanked off his shirt. Her hands felt like ice against his chest.

  He stripped from his pants then enclosed her in his arms. “I hope you’re ready, because I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Yes. Inside me. Now.” Frantically, she peeled off her underwear.

  He hovered above her, grinning. “I expect to hear those words every night, Natalia, for eternity.”

  Her mouth curled up into a smirk. “Then stop talking and do it.”

  He chuckled. “Pushy woman.” He thrust into her.

  She gasped and her eyes rolled back. She was so wet, so tight, so perfect. Perfect, and made just for him. He bent down and suckled her rosy peaks while she arched into him. He pounded into her with no mercy. Rising up, he grabbed her hips, and angled them for deeper access. He rode her hard as her moans turned into cries. He yearned to hear his name roll off those perfect lips as she came with him.

  “Natalia. Come for me, baby.”

  “Yes!” she cried. “Cristian! Keep going!” Her eyelids fluttered closed. He leaned into her neck, nuzzling with his bristling beard. Then he nipped gently at her skin and she cried out louder, moving faster against him. She clutched him like an anchor, her nails digging into the skin on his back.

  “Look at me, Talia,” he commanded roughly. “Look at me and don’t turn away.” When she hesitated he gave a sharp bite to her neck. Her eyes snapped open then gazed into his. “That’s it. That’s my girl. You watch me when you come, Talia. Because you’re mine now. Do you understand?” She nodded eagerly, pleasing him more than anything they’d done that night. “God, you’re beautiful. And mine. All mine.”

  One more hard thrust and he felt her come as she cried out his name. When her body pulsed around his length, he roared into the night and released inside her.

  He collapsed to the ground, pulling Natalia on top of him to keep her warm. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as she panted against him. He stroked her back.

  After several minutes, when they’d caught their breath, she looked up at him. “So, what do we do now?”

  Hell if I know. He kissed her lips, her breath warming his soul. She’d sacrificed everything for him. If it came down to it, he would too. “One day at a time, puiule. All we can do is take it one day at a time.”

  She sunk back into his neck and placed kisses along the bite marks.

  “But one thing’s for sure, you’re mine.” He dropped his hand on her breast to prove his possession. “For better or worse, we stay together, yes?”

  She breathed against his ear, “Yes.”

  Epilogue

  Three hundred and sixty five days later

  “That’s it for today,” Natalia told the five young werewolves in the training ring. “Come back Tuesday at three thirty.” They scampered away and she yelled after them, “And be on time!”

  “Nice job.” Sorin grinned at her from outside the ring.

  She wiped her sweaty neck with a towel. After centuries of fighting dangerous rogue werewolves, it was a group of adolescents that wore her out. Go figure. “Do I finally meet your approval, Sorin?”

  He laughed. “Oh, come on. You proved yourself to me a
nd the rest of the pack months ago.”

  She arched a brow. “Still hasn’t stopped you from giving me a hard time.”

  “I give everyone a hard time.” He shrugged and tossed her bottle of water.

  She chugged it. “How’s Harmony? Still fighting you about getting pregnant?”

  He shook his head. “I think we’ll follow in your footsteps.”

  She picked up her duffle bag and nodded. “Good. There are lots of kids out there who need adoptive families. Even werewolf kids.” She looked him over. “And I guess you’ll make a decent father. Cristian seems to have faith in you.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Your confidence is heart-warming.”

  “Mommy!” Maya’s shrill voice echoed across camp.

  Natalia turned to see Cristian heading her way with one kid on his back, the other wrapped around his leg. He set them down. She closed her eyes and braced for impact. The twins sprinted toward her then knocked her to the ground, giggling when she pretended to be dead.

  “Mommy! Get up!” Matthew tugged on her arm.

  When they weren’t expecting it, she released her fangs then sat up and hissed at them. They screeched and ran away, laughing.

  Cristian stared down at her with a brow arched.

  “What?” She grinned. “What’s the fun of having fangs if you can’t use them to scare your kids once in a while?”

  He laughed and helped her off the ground. “You’re bad.”

  He pulled her roughly into his arms and kissed her. It felt like home. Warmth and love poured into her, turning her to mush. “Mm,” she murmured against his lips. “I’ll show you just how bad I can be when the kids go to bed.”

  His brows shot up then he swung her into his arms. “Sorin,” he called over his shoulder, already striding to their cabin. “You’re babysitting.”

  “What?!” she heard from behind them.

  She chuckled. “I said after they go to bed.”

  Cristian stared down at her with lust-filled eyes. “I can’t wait that long.”

  She slapped his chest. “You’re the alpha of the most formidable werewolf pack in the country, not a spoiled child.”

  He nipped her ear and tingles shot down her spine. “Yes, I’m the alpha. So indulge me, woman. And quit your complaining.” He kicked open the cabin door then slammed it shut and threw her onto the bed.

  “Be careful,” she warned, rising to her knees. “I have fangs and I know how to use them.”

  He stripped off his shirt then tackled her backward on the mattress. “Is that a promise?” A quick movement and her shirt and bra disappeared. He kissed each breast. “I love you.”

  “So I’ve heard.”

  A smile lit up his face. “Get used to hearing it ‘cause I’ll never tire of saying it.”

  She grasped him around the neck and pulled him into a kiss. “I love you, too.”

  Destiny Bewitched

  Coming Summer 2012

  Orange hair caught the light and shone like fire. A young woman swung her sword, slicing through flesh with a skill and brutality that didn’t fit her small body. She ducked and dodged blows coming from all sides. Her counterstrikes flowed with grace, the sword like an extension of her arm. It arched over her head and whistled through the air. She twisted and spun and thrust. A beautiful, violent dance.

  Geo watched, transfixed, as the three werewolves in crinos form circled her, growling furiously. Patches of fur covered their seven foot tall muscular bodies. Blood dripped from gashes in their chests and stomachs. Even with her long sword, she couldn’t quite reach the only place they were vulnerable – their neck. But the werewolves were holding back. They wanted her alive.

  With a warrior’s cry, she slashed through the stomach of the biggest werewolf. His eyes lit up with rage. A terrifying snarl echoed around them.

  A flash of fear tightened in Geo’s chest. Fear? Centuries of living amongst the foulest creatures and now he was afraid? For a woman?

  A werewolf claw nicked the skin on her belly where her shirt rode up. The crimson drop of blood against her pale skin bothered him more than it should. He gave his head a shake. Keep walking. He’d survived in the Underworld as long as he had only because he minded his own business and kept to himself.

  But his gut churned at the thought of leaving the woman in the hands of the werewolves. He looked back at the fight. She held her own – a fierce some little thing – but her limbs started to sag and her reflexes seemed a bit slower. The ire in the werewolves’ eyes continued to grow. They’d lose their patience soon.

  An open satchel on the ground caught his eye. A brown book, with a worn cover, and thick enough to rival the Bible, sat half-way out of the bag.

  A Grimoire.

  His heart jumped with excitement. A witch.

  A feminine yelp of pain snapped him out of the daze and he swung his head toward the sound. The witch fell lifelessly to the ground, blood trickling down her temple.

  The biggest werewolf – black as night with pale blue eyes – let out a deafening roar. His claws curled and drool fell from his muzzle. With heavy thuds, he stepped toward her, still snarling. He reached down –

  Stop.

  One mental thought and the three werewolves froze. Geo took hold of their minds, commanding them to stay while he placed the Grimoire in the satchel and threw it over his shoulder. He walked to the woman unconscious on the ground. The werewolves gaze followed him, icy cold and promising vengeance. He lifted the witch into his arms and faced them.

  “I’m sorry, but I need this one.”

  The biggest one growled. They weren’t in a forgiving mood. Whatever plan they had for the girl was no doubt a nefarious one. But he wouldn’t kill them. Vampires had to feed, werewolves had to mate. It was the way of his world

  He looked down at the bundle of redemption cradled in his arms. His world rarely included witches stumbling around the most dangerous parts of the Underworld. Maybe, at last, luck was shining down on him. Maybe, with her help, he’d finally win back God’s favor and return home.

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