T. Grey - Bonds of Fire

Willow snorted. “I don’t cook.” She crossed her arms at his laughter. “And I’m not going to be your wife.” His laughter died, then he was coming towards her. Willow refused to step back and show any sign of fear even though her heart was suddenly in her throat.

“Then I look forward to proving you wrong.” He loomed over her, a sensual presence that reminded her of the way his lips felt against hers, the way her body melted when he sunk his teeth into her neck. His eyes turned dark and erotic. She didn’t see him move but suddenly her back was pressed into the kitchen wall; his hands holding her hips.

Slowly, he bent towards her as he pulled her body into his. Her lips felt dry and in need of something. Her breasts pushed against his chest and tightened almost painfully in need. His hand came up to her chin, fingers trailing up her jaw in a gentle caress. Then his lips caught hers.

Willow let him because for those few precious seconds, she didn’t want anything more in life. His warm tongue teased the seam of her lips and coaxed them as if he was asking for permission. A part of her struggled to recall her wills, her strength.

She pulled back, mere inches separating their ragged breathing. The warm, wet heat of him lingered on her cooling lips.

As his eyes flickered over her eyes and lips with a hunger she was starting to understand all too well, he suddenly pulled back. Willow blinked, stunned.

“Come on,” he said gruffly and pulled her up the stairs and into a bedroom. Willow froze.

“I’m not sleeping with you.” She started out of the room but he grabbed her hand and in a dance-like move, spun her into his arms. Then his lips were at her neck, scalding her as he kissed along her pulse. Please don’t let him feel how fast it is, she prayed.

“Yes, you are, my Willow. Every night for the rest of your life. Whether you accept it or not, you’re mine. I have extra guards stationed outside. You will not get away from me now.” Her eyes snapped open and she pushed hard against his chest. He moved away with that damn grin on his face.

She barely restrained the urge to hit him. Guards would put a damper on her escape plans, but she’d outrun the great Alpha for several days, she was certain she could get by a few measly guards.

“Fine,” she said with a sugary smile, “but I’m still not sleeping in that bed with you.” For the first time since she met him, she watched him clench his jaw side to side. As soon as he did it he stopped and once again was relaxed. His bright eyes landed on her, rooting her in place.

Softly he said, “You will sleep in that bed with me.” Chills broke out over her arms. She heard the underlying threat in his words. Just what would he do? If he thought he could challenge her and win, he was wrong. She was born to win.

“I’m taking the couch.” She turned but didn’t even have time to take a step when suddenly he was in front of her. He tackled her legs and lifted her into a fireman’s hold. Willow sputtered as she struggled against his firm hold.

“The bed, with me, every night.” He threw her on the bed and tossed a leg over her waist to hold her down. She wheezed in air. Dammit, it was like having a tree fall on her. He picked up the corner of the comforter and tore it into long, thick pieces.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Tying you up.” She let out a fierce growl and struggled hard beneath his leg. He didn’t move an inch. She moved to slap him but he caught each of her wrists and began tying them together.

Suddenly she froze. He did too at that exact moment. Their eyes met as they both remembered. Her breath quickened and she felt a blush warming her cheeks.

She turned her face away from him and closed her eyes in shame. She was weak around him. How was it she couldn’t even control something as simple as her body’s reaction? She walked when she wanted to walk; she yelled when she wanted that. But she couldn’t keep her body’s reaction under control as she remembered the way he’d taken her in that club.

Hot liquid pooled deep within her. She clamped her thighs together to keep it at bay. He bent down over her and she was nearly shaking with anticipation. How much she actually wanted his touch scared her more than any demon could.

His teeth latched onto her neck and the moan she let out couldn’t be stopped. Need grabbed hold of her with hard, unrelenting hands.

“Willow.” His voice was liquid smoke, husky and thrilling. She shivered at his breath blowing against her. Then his leg lifted off her.

He picked her up and tossed her further up on the bed, her head bounced off the pillow like a ragdoll. He knelt on the bed and crawled towards her. Some semblance of reality came through.

“Don’t,” she begged. He stopped moving but his eyes didn’t. They trailed over her breasts, stomach, and thighs as if he was picturing everything underneath.

Coming to a stand, he started pulling off his clothes. Willow tensed, tried to look away, but couldn’t. She’d denied herself the pleasure of this in the Russian hotel and her eyes wouldn’t miss it now.

His shoulders and chest were sculpted with lean, hard muscles. His chest was covered in a dusky layer of light brown hair. When he dropped his pants, Willow twisted on the bed.

He was long and thick and pointed up. He finished taking off his clothes and merely stood, watching her with dark, intense eyes. When his hand fisted his cock, she gasped. Watching her all the while, he dragged his hand up and down his cock. Her body tightened as if he was touching her; as if her body was preparing herself for that cock.

He came around to the other side of the bed, his hand still pumping up and down. He reached her side and she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“Do you remember all the things I promised to do to you once I got you here?” Willow shook her head, trying to draw herself back to reality. All she could think about though was what he’d promised to do to her.

“Yes,” she answered her voice tight.

His other hand reached down and cupped the heavy sac between his legs, rolling, and squeezing the flesh. Willow panted; her nipples tightening into points so hard they hurt. She watched him, entranced, as he squeezed his cock hard and dragged his hand up and down, slowly. The skin bunched and pulled until a white drop formed at the slit tip of him.

“I’m going to do all of that, Willow,” he said darkly. “I’m going to feed you my cock and fill your mouth. I’ll have you on your knees before me, pleasuring me like a good wife does. I’ll have you with your ass raised to me so I can feel your luscious ass as I take you.”

“No,” she whispered raggedly as a flood of hot cream dampened her panties. Her core throbbed, her slick channel weeping at its emptiness. She clamped her thighs together to keep him from scenting her arousal, from knowing what he was doing to her.

“I don’t want you.”

His hands dropped to his sides, then he was looming over her—a feral animal about to pounce. Willow shrank against the bed, but his hands moved and gripped the top of her shirt.

“What are you—?”

Riiip.

The shirt fell off her body. Willow sputtered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He gripped her athletic bra next and tore that.

Her breasts met cold air a moment before his mouth latched onto a hard, achy nipple. She melted like warm butter. Her breasts were so sensitive, so ready to be touched. He wet her nipple, flicked it ruthlessly, before drawing her breast into his mouth. Her breasts were tight, nipples so hard that the touch bordered on sweet pain.

“Ah!”

Her tied wrists came across his back, fingers scratching at him. A soft growl caught her ears and she realized he was growling against her. This was madness, dammit. This wasn’t what she wanted.