Bound by Blood: Two Novellas of Paranormal Romance (9 page)

Her chest heaved with each breath and I watched her tits rise and fall appetizingly.

"Like that?"She bounced on her toes. "Then you'll like this even better."She lay on her back on the floor a few feet away, knees bent and legs spread. Her pussy glistened with wetness.

I thrashed against the cuffs, trying to pull the bolt from the wood.

The dildo bobbed heavily between her thighs, mocking me with its distance. She propped herself up on one elbow and grinned. With her right hand, she cupped her tit, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing and moaning. "I love it when you do this to me."She gave it a rough yank, reddening the skin and puckering her nipple.

Her fingers slid further down her body to the top edge of the harness. They dipped just beneath it, dangerously close to her clit and withdrew. She stroked the rubber cock a few times and winked. "It's still wet from you, Cai, wet from your pussy. Think about how good it felt, how close it was. Think of all the times you've plowed into me with it."

My shoulders screamed from being forced behind me as I strained to reach her. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass, half numb from the clamps. The pain in them had completely disappeared leaving behind it aching want. My pussy was still painfully empty until she plunged fingers inside me.

I cried out again.

She angled her arm, stretching her long fingers. I could see the second they reached her g-spot; her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered, arching her hips off the floor. Her palm pressed on the harness, a movement I knew would press the nubs of the vibrator against her clit.

She pulled her hand free, sucked her fingers clean and reached for the remote. A satisfied sigh escaped her when the vibrator buzzed to life. She slidher fingers back inside her and I clenched around the nothingness in my pussy. Her palm pressed against the harness again. She rode her own fingers, rolling and arching her hips, grinding the vibrator against her clit and fingering her g-spot.

Her left elbow eased out from beneath her and she lay flat on the floor, one hand teasing and pulling on her nipples while she fingered herself. She arched up off the floor and cried out, her shrill cries twisting in my stomach. She panted and smiled, crawling across the floor and kneeling between my legs.

She kissed up the inside of my thigh, lifting my leg and resting it on her shoulder, baring my pussy to her hungry eyes. She licked a long swath up my pussy and I sighed in relief. I strained to balance on one foot, wrapping my calf around her shoulder to hold myself steady. Edana's tongue pushed inside me, lapping at my aching flesh.

Her right arm wrapped around the thigh on her shoulder, steadying me, and her left reached between my legs, giving the plug a solid tap on the base. It pushed inside me ever so slightly.

I jumped, pressing my pussy against her waiting mouth. Her soft lips closed around my clit and she sucked hard, pressing her tongue against me.

She tapped the plug again and I couldn't silence my cry of pleasure. She pulled it out ever so slightly and forced it back in, once, twice, three times.

Standing at the precipice, I ached and throbbed when she released my clit. I growled in frustration and pressed my hips forward, seeking her mouth.

The hand on my plug disappeared and I looked down to find it buried between her thighs again.

She whimpered, spread her legs. I saw her fingers tucked down the front of the harness, working her clit. "One more for me, I think."Her mouth fell open and her head fell back.

I tightened the leg on her shoulder, pulling her flush against my pussy. I could feel each panting breath, feel her lips so close to mine. Her nose brushed my clit and her tongue flicked out, licking me one last time before she came again. She panted on the floor between my knees for several stomach twisting minutes before she finally stood and picked up the remote for the strap-on, tucking it into my bound hands.

I smiled around the gag.

She lined the dildo up with my pussy. She shoved it in and I hitched one leg around her hip, sinking onto the toy. She lifted my other leg, wrapping it around her waist and the dildo slid home, pressing her pelvis against mine. Her hands snaked between us and she opened the clamps, blood flooding back into my nipples.

Shocking pain forced me to suck in a sharp breath.

She closed her mouth around my nipple, sucking hard.

The pleasure/pain I'd felt at first returned ten-fold. I used the leverage of my bound hands and my linked legs to lift myself off the dildo and lower myself down again.

Edana gripped my waist, pulling me down hard as she thrust. We found a smooth rhythm, up and down, in and out. She arched her hips and the cock hit my g-spot with every thrust. She panted heavily in my ear, hot breath on my skin. Whimpers poured from her mouth.

I turned the harness to high, vibrations exploding through both our clits.

She kept thrusting erratically and heat pooled in my stomach, coiling and condensing until I couldn't hold off any longer.

I came explosively, clenching hard on the toy in my pussy and the one in my ass.

Edana shook beneath me, resting her forehead on my collarbone. Slowly, she still thrust inside me.

When she finally stilled, I unwrapped my legs.

She lowered me carefully to the floor. She unclipped my cuffs from the eyebolt and I sighed in relief. The cuffs came off next, followed by the gag and Edana massaged the life back into my numbed wrists.

I opened and closed my mouth, stretching and easing my jaw.

She led me into our bathroom and filled the tub. I stepped in and sank down into the lavender scented bubbles. "One more thing."She winked and peeled the collar from my neck. "Soak. I'll be back in a few."

Just as my fingers were starting to prune, Edana returned for me.

I could have gotten out without her. The collar was gone. She knew it; I knew it. But waiting felt right.

"You know this isn't a permanent fix, right?"I held out a hand, fatigue having set in.

She nodded as she reached to help me up. "I do, but it's a start."

"A start. I still have issues. I'll still get jealous and I'll still try to protect you."I shrugged. "It's part of who I am."

"I know."She handed me a towel. "I love that about you, mostly. We all have issues, Cai. The point is that we work through them together. No steam rolling."

I rubbed myself down with the towel, mulling over my thoughts. Saying it was one thing, putting it into action was another. I stepped into my PJ bottoms and slipped a camisole over my head, achy shoulders protesting the movement. "No steam rolling I can agree on."

I followed Edana out of the bathroom, finding the bedroom returned to normal and the covers turned down, waiting.

"Ready?"

I craned my head around for a kiss. "For you, always."I took her by the hand, tugging gently toward the bed. I climbed across to the far side, pulling her onto the bed behind me. With a happy sigh, I sunk into bed, wrapped myself in Edana and buried our heads beneath the covers.

CHAPTER 5

Our bedroom was the first place to see the changes Edana brought with her. The throw pillows, the matching duvet, even curtains, which I had never seen the point of, given the metal shades outside the window. Edana was everywhere I looked. The moonlight filtered through the flimsy teal curtains she'd hung, casting the room in a hazy film. She'd read somewhere that blue was calming and filled our bedroom with it, but sometimes, blue was just blue.

Even the post-coital glow couldn't keep my anxiety at bay. It crept into my peripherals as I listened to Edana's even breaths. It started with the niggling feeling that I hadn't changed. I was still the same jealous, domineering, overbearing bitch I'd always been.

And Edana was the same: quiet, passive, sensitive, always willing to concede the point to avoid the fight. I couldn't keep running her over. For as outspoken and brash as I was, Edana was still the stronger of us. She would leave.

Unless I found a way to make her stay. So I would change. For her – for me too. The first step was the hardest, and we'd already taken the first step. I knew I couldn't just bottom every time I pissed her off, and I knew I would piss her off – it was inevitable. The real change could only come from me.

It wasn't that I didn't trust Edana – I didn't trust Fate. I had done enough things a moral person wouldn't be proud of to know that Fate was a fickle bitch, one who wouldn't pause before taking Edana from me. That wasn't a future I was willing to face.

Only, maybe, that wasn't my decision to make.

Edana kicked her way from beneath the stifling comforter, moonlight dancing on her still sex-dampened skin. Her long hair tangled around both of us. The room smelled of Edana – of her perfume, her hair products, and that musky pheromone scent I knew to be hers.

She had used sex to make a point. She wouldn't – couldn't use sex every time we fought. It hadn't solved anything, only brought my own insecurities to light and given her a temporary feeling of power and control. Sex was a peel and stick bandage on a gaping wound.

The point of a Mate was not having someone to make you happy, but someone you could make happy. The giving was greater than receiving. Protecting her made me happy, but letting her fight her own battles made her happy. And Edana's happiness made me happy; I only needed to learn to wait a minute for the gratification.

Patience was a virtue, but not a trait of mine.

I needed a method of coping, both with my jealousy and arguments with Edana. My anger was a defense mechanism, not a valid means of maintaining a healthy relationship. We needed a conversation – a serious conversation – about our future, the challenges, the reconciliations. Just the new mindset was a step in the right direction, the acknowledgement of the problem. Maybe this was the second step.

Edana snored beside me and I fought the urge to wake her up and talk. Her brow smoothed in sleep made her look younger, peaceful. The stress of the day had washed away in slumber, no tension left on her face. Her head rested on my shoulder, mouth slightly agape. The tips of her fangs rested on her lower lip, teasing.

The way anxiety presented it to me, I had two choices: learn to cope, to trust and stay with Edana. I would have to change what was at my core, or I could stay the same selfish, overbearing, bitch I'd always been and lose her.

Life without Edana was no more an option now than it had been when I first met her. The six weeks between our first meeting and her return without Adrian paled in comparison to an eternity alone. A fiery death-by-sun was preferable to eternal solitude.

That left change. Coping. Holding back. Acceptance. Our issue, at its core, stemmed from my need to protect her at all costs, but Edana didn't need my protection. I repeated it to myself, like a mantra. Edana didn't need my protection. If I said it enough times, I might learn to accept it. Edana didn't need my protection. I also had a bit of ass kissing to do. Making up for past mistakes was near the top of my 'to do' list.

I watched the rise and fall of her chest, listened to her inauspicious whimpers and purrs. Beneath her soft exterior, Edana hid her warrior's spirit – the one that was strong enough to fight for us, to fight for me. The one that wouldn't ever quit, wouldn't let go.

The only thing I could do was follow her lead, let her be strong when she was strong, and pick up the pieces when she wasn't. She would be my rock, the lighthouse to my sailboat, always guiding me home.

She shifted in my arms and I let the lure of sleep pull me in. My eyes drifted closed; a slow smile spread over my face. Whatever happened, life would be worth it with Edana at my side.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sarah Bella is a small town Minnesota girl who calls pop by its proper name – pop. She is a writer of erotica and contemporary romance. She also dabbles in the paranormal and mystery genres and completed her first novel at the age of fourteen. She loves traveling anywhere south of the equator and finds that a nice dark microbrew can help get the creative juices flowing. When she's not writing or traveling, you can find Sarah with her nose buried in a book.

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