Page 17 of Bound

I take a deep breath and pray that damn vampire is right. Ibreathe deeply so my breasts swell against his chest. Finally, I have his fullattention.

He towers over me. His gray eyes were filled with angerbefore, but now they gleam down, a mixture of the rage he’s fighting andsomething else entirely.

“You shouldn’t have come out here.” He growls as he takes myface between his hands. He shifts them slightly until they tangle in my hair.He looks righteously masculine, and I feel my heart speed up.

It takes me a moment to form the words. “I had to come.”

He’s so close. His neck and shoulder are injured, the woundsseeping blood. There’s a part of me that wants to shrink back, but seeing thispiece of him is important. He’s a warrior, and not the kind who drops a bombfrom above or pushes a button from miles away. He fights in close quarters. Hislife is always on the line. He’s a knight, and I feel like his lady. He wasintent on destruction, but I stayed his hand.

It’s a heady feeling.

A low growl comes from his throat, and then his mouth is onmine. The world falls away. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know thatothers are watching us. I can hear the announcer call the battle in favor ofBeck. The crowd cheers, and then the announcer says something about a publicdisplay of sexual compatibility, but Beck’s tongue sweeps inside my mouth and Idon’t care. He holds my head in his hands, and I’m deliciously powerlessagainst his assault. My skin tingles everywhere it meets his. He hauls metightly against his frame, allowing me to feel his desire. His erection presseslong and thick against my belly. His body moves against mine, and I find myselfrubbing helplessly against him.

Even as his body prods mine, I feel his mind playing at theedges of my consciousness. It’s almost as if there are gates to my mind, andlike the marauder he is, Beck wants in. This is the connection I felt before,the one that could be addictive. The one I want more than my next breath. Irelax and let go of any thought of keeping him out.

And then I’m completely overwhelmed.

Insanity. It threatens to take me over. No. Not me. This isBeck. So much rage, and it suddenly has a place to go. It pours into my brain.For a second, I’m suffused with it, but some long-buried instinct takes over.It’s odd. I can push it out of my own mind. Like I’m a filter for him. The ragesweeps over me, but I can hold my soul apart from it. There’s so much angerinside him, a volcano that almost overflowed. This is what Dante is afraid of.This is why he worried they would be forced to put Beck down.

Beck kisses me as his rage moves from his mind into mine,and then like a faucet that’s been turned from cold to hot, anger is replacedwith desire. It races through my body like a wildfire, and this time, I don’ttry to filter it. I want this feeling. It’s completely different than anythingI’ve experienced before. This isn’t the sweet, slow arousal I normallyexperience that typically leads to nowhere. This is a blazing aggression that Iknow will end with a dominant, overwhelming pleasure.

This need will not be denied, and it’s something I can sharewith him. Something deep and intimate. Something I’ve never felt before.

I sigh and give over to Beck when I realize that what I’mfeeling is his arousal. He wants me, needs me. It’s a desperate thing. He’sstarving for me, and everything feminine inside me needs to feed him.

I tighten my arms around him, reveling in the hard feel ofhis muscles. His hand slips inside the gossamer bodice of my robe and closesover my breast. His thumb brushes the nipple, and I cry out against his mouth.He’s hot to the touch.

“You feel so good.” Beck’s voice is a low growl, and there’san almost drugged quality to it.

My hands go to the front of my robe. I can feel how much itwould please him to see me. He wants to look at my breasts and see my pussy. Hewants to lay me bare and fuck me until I can’t remember a time he wasn’t insideme. I can’t hear actual words, but I can fill the intent. I start to pull offmy robe, but his hand comes out and stops me. His face is filled with a savagepossessiveness. The fine edge of his madness is still present, still trying totake over.

“No,” he bites out, the word grinding between his teeth.“That is mine. It is not for their eyes. On your knees, bondmate. They need ashow before I can claim you, but they will not see you.”

He pushes me down by my shoulders. My knees hit the sand,sinking in slightly. The entire episode feels like a hazy, utterly eroticdream. I’m drugged with lust. I know exactly what he wants. I can see a pictureof it in my mind and know that Beck is putting it there. He wants me on myknees, his cock in my mouth. Even through the haze of lust he’s hitting mewith, I can hear my ex-husband telling me I’m not good at oral. I’m not good atanything when it comes to pleasing a man. Something deep inside tells me itwill be different with Beck. If I listen carefully, he’ll show me what hewants.

With shaky hands, Beck unties the fastenings on his pantsand roughly pushes them down to his knees. His cock springs forward, erect andenormous. It’s thick and long, red at the base but gradually giving way to agorgeous plum color at the head. It pulses in his hand as he strokes himself.There’s a bead of milky white moisture glistening on the tip.

He moves forward and presses the head of his dick against mylips. “Take me.”

Tentatively, I reach out and brush the tip of my tongueacross him, gathering the arousal on the head. He tastes salty and masculine.Another drop weeps out of the slit, and I swipe my tongue across it again. Hiscock jumps, and pleasure curls in my womb. I’m getting soft and wet thinkingabout taking him in my mouth.

His hands curl in my hair. I can feel the full force of hiswill like a drug pulsing through my veins. His voice is dark with need as hepulls my head forward. He leaves no room to argue or for me to think about whatI’m doing. I only know that I want him. I want this.

“Open.”

I obediently open my lips, groaning at the feel of his cockpressing into my mouth. I only have the head of his dick inside my lips, butI’m already struggling. He fills my mouth. I whirl my tongue around the head ofhis cock, though the fit is tight. I explore the velvety smooth skin. Suchsoft, silky flesh covers his raging hardness. A wave of warmth infuses me, andI know what Beck is feeling. His head is thrown back as he feeds me his dick.

“More.” He seems capable of only one-syllable phrases now.

When I look up, his eyes are dark and filled withunmistakable satisfaction as he watches his flesh disappear into my mouth. Hishands tug at my hair, urging me on. He presses forward. He’s so big, I’m notsure I can take more, but I have to. It feels so good. Beck’s pleasure coats mein need. I whirl my tongue around his thickness as much as I can. It’s almostmore than I can take.

Almost, but I can feel what he’s feeling so I don’t care. Ican feel the softness of my tongue and the heat of my mouth. I can feel howmuch he wants my hands on him, so I lift one hand to gently caress his balls.

“Yes.” Beck groans as he thrusts his hips forward, forcingin another inch.

I relax and try to ignore my gag reflex. I swallow aroundhis cock. It seems to break something in the big Fae warrior. He growls, andI’m almost overcome with his need to dominate me.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that I should begagging. I should be fighting him off, but the sensation of sharing theexperience with him is far more powerful than any physical reaction. His fiercebliss as he fucks my mouth is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. He’s ruthless. Heshoves himself inside, all caution gone. My pussy is soaking wet, and I’m sureif I touch my clit I will go off like a rocket. I’m giving him such pleasure,and it arouses me. I can see myself through his eyes. I’m sexy and hot. I’m agoddess, and he’s going to tame me. He’s going to fuck me until I promise neverto leave him. Because he can’t lose me now that he’s found me. I’m perfect forhim. I’m going to be everything to him.