Burned In Shadows (Shadow Unit) (13 page)

Chapter 13

R
onin continued to taste every inch of Belinda’s skin, he was on his knees in front of a woman. There wasn’t a person living or dead could say he’d ever done the same for them. Did this mean that she was the one? He didn’t know. Her chest was bare, and her body was pliant. Her arousal surrounded the three of them in a humid cloud. It was hot and spicy, and there was that tinge of midnight blossoms. She smelled like the night blooming lilies and a spice he couldn’t place. His animal growled with need as his lips caressed her stomach. His mouth moved lower to her waist above her shorts, and that made her breath hiss. Her sounds made it difficult for him to concentrate. Each sigh and moan pulled tighter on his sack and pushed more blood into the head of his cock, making him swell to the point of pain.

Seeing h
er walk out of the bathroom had knocked him off his game. There was an actual plan, but he and Royce had improvised. If he’d stuck to the plan, she’d be tied up, and he’d be positioning himself at her opening, but the site of her in her little tank top and boy shorts had served him and his dick up on a platter.

Ronin sat back on his heels and looked up at Belinda, her eyes were glazed over in passion
, and her neck now sported his brother’s mark. He didn’t know if she would be able to survive the night at the rate her pulse pounded at the side of her neck. They need to see to her pleasure before she’d combust. Sweat rolled down her breast in tiny rivulets that cascaded to her stomach. He reached for her again and took a long lick, from the bottom of her navel all the way to her neck until he was once again standing in front of her. She even tasted like fire and spice.

“Please, do something,” She panted as her head dropped forward to his chest.
             

“He will sweetheart…. B
e patient.”

Ronin’s hands weren’t
steady as he wrapped her in his embrace, it was awkward at first. He wasn’t one for being affectionate. She moved closer into his arms and now their bodies were flush. Heat rushed through his body followed by a surge of energy that made him take a step back. Belinda looked at him as if she’d felt it too and wasn’t sure what it was.

“What was that?” She whispered.

“I’m not sure,” He brought her back into his arms and the heat and energy was still there but not as strong and persistent as it was a second ago. Now it was a warm buzz that slid congruently along the lines of his body. It was like a continuous flow of energy from him to her. Ronin walked her over to the bed and laid her down on her back, he kissed the top of her forehead and moved out of the way so that Royce could get her ready.

“If something I do hurts you, you have to let me know.” His
brother told her in a strained voice. Belinda nodded her head and arched off the bed when Royce bent down to kiss her deep. His brother was just as worked up as he was, if not more. They were both holding on by the smallest of threads and could snap at any moment. He didn’t want that to be how she remembered her first time with him. He wanted to give her smooth, controlled pleasure and he only had one shot at doing this right.

Ronin watched like a caged animal as Royce placed the cuffs and rope on the bed next to her. Belinda watched him warily but with
heated curiosity.

“You ever done something like this before Bells?” Royce asked. He was caressing her thighs, with both of his palms and she let out a long sigh as her legs scissored back and forth on the bed.

“Can’t say that I’m one for being tied up,” Belinda said on a long moan, her back arching off the bed as Royce cupped her heated flesh through her shorts. Gently he stretched her arms above her head kissing her along her flesh as he retreated back to her legs. Ronin watched as his brother kissed and caressed every inch of Belinda’s skin and like a good little bird, she kept her hands firmly attached to the headboard.

“Keep your hands there and let Royce get you ready.” Ronin backed himself into the far corner of the room and waited. He couldn’t do anything else but wait.
If he moved another step, everything he and his brother talked about would go to shit. The animal in him didn’t care about the preparation, wasn’t concerned with whether or not it would be acceptable for her, rather he considered all the different ways a female could be penetrated. All the spots he needed to kiss, scratch and bite to mark her as his. It wasn’t like this before with any other woman he’d slept with. There were mechanics to sex, yes, but to calculate every move that was sure to bring them both to the end result? He didn’t think his animal side could be that creative.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it brother, her skin tastes like pleasure, I didn’t know pleasure had a taste.”

Royce broke into his thoughts, and Ronin growled out loud.

“Tie her ass down, and be quick about it, or we’re going to have a serious problem.”

Belinda tried to look over his brother’s shoulder to look at him, but Ronin stepped deeper into the shadowed corner. She could see him if he wanted her to, but right now he was too worked up, too crazed with lust. He didn’t want to scare her. Ronin willed himself to take a deep breath. He closed his eyes, breathed in through his nose and slowly let it out through his mouth. Her scent continued to grow stronger and stronger as Royce cuffed both her thighs, just an inch above her knee and then secured cuffs at her ankles. She was still lying flat on the bed, and her chest rose rapidly as his brother told her how beautiful she was. Royce was better with words than he was. His brother had a way of driving women to the edge with just a series of heated sentences. Royce quickly removed her shorts and buried his head between her legs, he didn’t kiss her, or lick her there, just buried his head in the apex of her thighs and groaned. Ronin was going to be the first to connect with her, he needed to give her his blood. See if she would react the way every other woman did.

Ronin stayed in the corner and watched as first one leg was lifted and bent at the knee as a
chain was connected to the thigh cuff and pulled to rest at the back of her neck where it connected to a latch on the headboard. Her ankle was next. Royce kissed her from her toes all the way to the crease where her hip and thigh connected. He latched her ankle to the foot of the bed rail and gave her enough slack to be comfortable. He did the same to the other leg until her she was open for their pleasure.

“All that’s missing is the fuck me pumps and the two of you in leather pants.” Belinda said. She was sobering a little from all the
attention and to her this position must have been ridiculous, but, not to Ronin. This was the perfect position for any man to pull up a chair and feast.

“I don’t wear leather pants,” Royce said.

“No?” Belinda asked as she peered down at him from between her legs. He was lying on the bed between her spread thighs and drawing circles on her thigh with his finger. He quickly jumped up from the bed and walked back over to the table.

“No, because that’s just gross
for one Bells, and two real men don’t like to have their balls and dick sweat. It’s not cool on so many levels.”

How was it that his brother could think of the most asinine things to say in the middle of something so intimate?
Belinda didn’t look the least bit concerned that she was about to have her ass handed to him on a plate. Literally.

“That’s good to know, I’d always wondered.” She laughed.

That’s when he smelled it. It was subtle and faint. She was nervous, and she was scared. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, and by talking, she was giving herself more time. Time she didn’t have, because as he stepped from his corner, she saw him for what he truly was. An animal. One that was not only stalking his prey, but one who had no intention of letting said prey go.

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Belinda’s heart stopped at the sight of Ronin. She wasn’t prepared for the blast of sexual heat that coursed through her as he slowly approached the bed. Royce had stepped back, and the two of them had to have been communicating telepathically. Ronin emerged, fierce and dark from one shadow while Royce retreated. She couldn’t see anything, but his shadow in the darkness, and his amber orbs as Royce pinned her with his lustful stare. He’d told her he wasn’t going to take her and that Ronin would see to her pleasure. Why couldn’t they both take her? She wasn’t going to question or even try and reason with how that would be accomplished, or why she even wanted it. The two of them were a potent combination; separately they would be just as dangerous.

The
position Royce had put her in wasn’t uncomfortable but it made her vulnerable to their touch. Juices from her pussy flowed freely in this position and left her exposed in a way she’d never been before. Her arms were free and as much as she wanted to let go of the head board, something deep inside told her not to that if she did, both men would be extremely disappointed in her lack of obedience. Gods, she wasn’t a submissive by any means, but their actions and their words demanded her cooperation, and she didn’t want to make them unhappy. Bells tightened her hands on the head board and refused to let go.

Her body was dripping with
need and sweat as shivers racked her body over and over again. She was so worked up, the anticipation alone would bring her to orgasm. Ronin stood next to the edge of the bed and removed his sweats. Ropes of hard, well defined muscles worked in a well-defined pattern that created Ronin’s masculinity. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him and everywhere her eyes lingered was pure perfection. She tracked him from head to toe and back again. Her eyes landed on his erection that strained well past his navel, thick veins were more pronounced, stretched tight over his length. She was more than impressed as it pulsed in front of her. Belinda pulled her eyes back up to his face and almost flinched. Ronin was trying to calm himself down. From the corner, she heard Royce whisper. “Easy, brother. She’s ready for you.”

She sure the hell was
ready and then some. The bed dipped dangerously to the floor as if it couldn’t hold his weight as he sat on the edge of the bed, back facing her. He placed both hands on either side of him and gripped the mattress until his knuckles were white. She wanted to reach over and touch him. She could if she let go of the head board and she was just about to move when he turned and faced her.

“Don’t t
ake your hands off that headboard.” Ronin growled.

He stood then as if he’d suddenly collected his senses and faced her. He grabbed the
base of his erection and began to stroke himself in long brutal strokes. Every movement of his hand elicited a sharp gasp from them both. He was so rough with the handling of himself. When he reached the tip of his head, he made a small cut on the side of his cock, and a small bead of blue, blood surged to the surface. She knew what was going to happen and turned her head to the side to welcome Ronin’s cock. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning as Ronin began to feed her the tip of his cock.

The taste of him was an
intense, bold flavor with a double shot of lust. Ronin’s cock was on fire as it pushed past Belinda’s lips, and when his blood hit her tongue, she didn’t hesitate to enjoy his full flavor. Strong masculine male, mixed with dark rich blood that tasted like heaven. She’d heard ferals blood was ambrosial that the Gods themselves kept them as blood slaves for its aphrodisiac qualities. She didn’t know what to expect and was a bit hesitant at first, but she didn’t go out of her mind. Was his blood potent? Yes. Did it make her insane with lust? No. But she’d already been worked up so maybe his blood wouldn’t be as strong. Ronin stilled. But she didn’t stop sucking. She continued to suck on his length with slow, leisure movements. She couldn’t hear Royce anymore, she couldn’t hear anything at all. There was an explosive pounding between her ears and she couldn’t make out anything. She could only feel the length of Ronin’s cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. She could feel every vein, every pulse of life force as she sucked and nibbled on his length.

“That’s it…. Deva take all of me,” Ronin’s voice was a
harsh whisper as he guided more of himself into her mouth. She didn’t think she could take it all, but wasn’t going to try and deter him. If he went too far, she knew he would stop and think of her first. He was being exceedingly careful. Her movements were jerky and unpracticed. It’d been a while since she had a cock in her mouth. Ronin pushed in and slowly pulled back, dragging the tip along her lips. She wanted to move her hands, she wanted out of the thigh cuffs and rope, she wanted to drop to her knees and worship his length properly with both hands and all of her mouth. She wanted to control the situation and they’d taken that control from her completely.

“She’s ours.”

A heart beat later she was lifted and pulled closer to the edge of the bed. The ropes tightened, and her ankles were released by Royce. Ronin once again dropped to his knees. This time he didn’t kiss her, he didn’t caress her, but he did stare at her as he lowered his head to her aching pussy. Their eyes clashed, and she tried to convey without words how she was feeling. She told him to get on with it and the bastard smirked and shook his head no. Her body tensed with an overwhelming need that had built, and built until she thought she would scream with frustration. But then he put her out of her misery when he swiped his tongue through her folds in one long lick. Her thighs shook from her immediate orgasm, and Belinda let out the longest pleasure, filled scream that no woman, mortal or immortal, would ever recover from.