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  But this—this now, with him looking into my eyes while his body slides slowly and deeply, filling me over and over—I’ve never felt so connected, so fulfilled, so joyous. And all that is on top of the intense physical pleasure.

  “Gray.”

  “Princess.” Driving faster for a few strokes, he groans.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  He stops moving, his erection buried deep inside me.

  As he looks into my eyes, I think he’s going to tell me that he loves me too. I can see the words in his eyes, almost see them on his lips, but then his expression grows cold and he closes his eyes.

  “No you’re not.” He grunts.

  “Yes I—”

  But I don’t get to finish that sentence. He flips me over and positions me on all fours. Putting his knees between mine to hold them open, he plows into me from behind, landing each thrust deep and hard.

  I want to object, but it feels too good.

  Bending my upper body, he presses my forehead onto the duvet and uses the weight of his much taller body to trap me beneath him as he pumps.

  The power and speed of each pounding stroke is beyond belief. I can’t move. I don’t want to.

  As amazing as that brief intimate moment between us was, as much as I want to experience that again—and soon and over and over for the rest of our lives—there is no way I would ever want to put a stop to what he’s doing to my body right now.

  His hands land on my breasts and cover them, then, holding me there, he uses them to pull my body back to meet each of his thrusts. My nipples become scissored between his fingers, and he slides my sensitive nipples between his index and middle fingers as he grips my breasts, squeezing tightly, pinching my nipples with each stroke so hard that it hurts. But then it doesn’t hurt anymore. It all becomes part of the intense pleasure that’s flowing through every part of my body.

  One of his hands drops from my breast to my clit. “Come for me, princess.”

  My orgasm overtakes me.

  Unable to control it, not wanting to, I buck beneath him, and still he pumps, one hand on my nipple and the other on my clit as my insides pulse around his cock.

  My contractions continue, building higher and stronger, so fierce I can barely breathe, and then he comes, too. His strokes grow erratic and he moans, shouting my name as his hot semen transfers from his body to mine and combines with my own juices to lubricate the final moments of our sex act.

  My orgasm continues with sporadic aftershocks as he pulls out and flops facedown on the bed beside me. Even though I know he’s withdrawn, I can still sense his hot hardness inside me. The sense memory of his punishing rod now lives in the cells that line my tragically empty tunnel.

  The orgasmic contractions subside, but still my muscles squeeze, as if they’re crying out to be massaged again by his thick cock.

  I stretch out beside him and caress his back. I want to tell him again that I love him. I want him to respond, at least to know where we stand, but I’m so spent I’m not sure I can speak, plus I don’t want to risk anything that might invade my euphoria.

  He turns on his side to face me.

  Smiling wickedly, he brushes stray hairs off my face, then caresses my body, his hands stroking over my throat and chest, then down the side of me until he reaches my wrist. He takes hold of my hand as I look into his eyes and he pulls it toward him, placing my fingers firmly around his sex.

  I gasp. “You’re still hard.” And hot and wet from my juices.

  “With you, princess, it seems I’m insatiable.”

  His words warm my heart. It’s not like he said, I love you, but maybe insatiable is as close as I’m going to get to an admission of emotions from Gray, at least tonight.

  “Ready to go again?” he asks huskily. “Can you take more?”

  I stroke his cock. “With you, it seems I’m insatiable too.”

  In a flash, he pulls my leg over his hip and presses inside me.

  I like this position, face-to-face, side-by-side, and looking into each other’s eyes as he thrusts. But just as I gather the courage to express my love again, he flips me onto my hands and knees to take me from behind, faster and harder , more like the animalistic, athletic sex I’ve become used to.

  But I’m not complaining. Each stroke elevates my pleasure to new heights.

  He alters our position a few times, and with each change in angle, in depth of penetration, my excitement and pleasure build even higher. I feel like I’m going to explode, but I’m not sure my body is capable of another orgasm. I can’t think, I’m barely aware of controlling my limbs as he moves me wherever he wants, as he touches me and takes me in any and every way.

  With Gray, I’m a pliable toy, putty under his hands and around his cock.

  And before long, I find myself with my feet on the floor beside the bed, hands on the mattress and Gray standing behind, using his powerful legs to help him drive, and his hands on my hips to pull me back hard against each stroke.

  The force of each upward thrust lifts me off my toes, and his pelvis strikes my ass cheeks with wet slaps. I moan and cry out, not sure if my body can take more pleasure. My insides are on fire, my nerves so raw I can’t distinguish between pleasure and pain.

  How much longer can he last before coming? Can I take any more? On second thought, could I bear the loss if it stopped? Neither option seems possible. I want it to stop and to go on forever.

  With a roar, Gray climaxes.

  One of his hands moves up to my shoulder like he thinks the leverage will help him drive deeper, but deeper isn’t possible. His balls slap against me each time he hits home.

  His hot liquid shoots inside me, each jet first scalding then salving my raw pussy, and he slows his pace, sliding more slowly. His hands move to my breasts, then my throat.

  Yes, I think. Feed from me, Gray. Feed.

  Longing to make eye contact, I turn to look over my shoulder.

  Rock is standing in the doorway.

  “Gray,” I call out. “Stop.”

  He pulls out and strokes my back. “What’s wrong, princess?”

  I scramble onto the mattress. “Rock’s here. I told you we should have used another room.”

  “Sorry to interrupt,” Rock says softly. “The door was open.”

  “Rock—” I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling naked now there’s someone fully clothed in the room.

  Rock doesn’t seem jealous or angry. Not even sad, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. He insists that he’s okay with my having sex with Gray, but I still can’t fully believe that witnessing the act doesn’t bother him at all.

  “Don’t stop on my account.” Rock leans against the doorframe.

  Gray picks up his discarded clothes from the floor. “She’s all yours, mate.” He kisses my cheek. “Thank you, princess. That was lovely.”

  “Lovely?” Seems like an understatement.

  “Fan-fucking-tastic.” He raises his eyebrows. “For me, anyway, and if I were a gentleman, which clearly I am not, I’d make sure you finished again.” He nods at Rock as he walks toward him. “Maybe you could take care of that?”

  Gray turns back at the door and winks.

  Rock steps inside the room to let Gray pass into the hall, and I sit on the bed, feeling uncertain, nervous. Rock and I still haven’t talked since the episode in the shower and I didn’t plan for a sex show to be the icebreaker.

  Rock joins me, and the mattress sinks when he sits. “You love Grayson,” he says softly.

  Hand around Rock’s neck, I slide onto his lap, straddling him as he sits on the edge of the bed. “I love you.”

  “You love him too,” Rock says. “It’s okay.” His huge hands span my back and hold me securely. “It’s natural for vampires to love more than one mate. Even humans sometimes have polyamorous relationships.”

  “And giants?”

  He shrugs. “I wouldn’t know.”

  I kiss him softly.

>   “Correction.” His hand slides down to cup my ass. “I do know, because this giant has found himself in a polyamorous relationship.”

  “Is that what this is?”

  “You tell me.”

  I shift my hips over the hardness resting under my thigh. “I’m not sure. I have no idea what Gray wants.”

  “He wants you, Acushla. That’s pretty clear.”

  “For sex. Sure. But anything more?” I shake my head. “Tonight, he was so—so eager. But it was only because he didn’t have sex when he fed.”

  Rock’s eyes open wider.

  “I don’t think I should read anything into his lust tonight,” I continue to explain to make sure Rock gets it. Gray’s eagerness, his vigor, his passion tonight… “It was just a physical need.”

  “I reach the opposite conclusion,” Rock says. “If Gray fed without having sex, that means he fought against his body’s natural urges. To me that proves he not only wants you, it means that he loves you.”

  My chest warms even as I shake my head. “I’m not sure. I wish he’d let me in, just a little. Tell me what he’s feeling.”

  Rock nods understandingly. “You’ll always know where you stand with me.”

  “And where do I stand?” I rock against his hardness. “Or sit with you right now?”

  He exhales deeply and lifts me a fraction of an inch to relieve the pressure on his erection.

  “Where you stand is—I love you. I love you more than life. Your happiness begets my happiness. Your pleasure begets my pleasure.” He stills my hips, preventing me from rubbing his cock. “And whether he loves you or not—and I think he does—I’m grateful you have Gray to fulfill your sexual needs.”

  “Rock.” I squirm under his hold. “I could say the same thing. Your happiness means everything to me and so does your pleasure.” I circle my hips, trying to build some friction, constrained by his tight grip.

  He shifts me to kneel on the bed beside him.

  “Rock.” I caress his chest. “Can we talk about what happened? You seemed ashamed. Ashamed that you were wearing that contraption? Or ashamed that I saw you pleasure yourself? Help me understand.”

  He looks to the side.

  “You pleasuring yourself was natural. Beautiful. Erotic.” I glance down to the thickness under his jeans. “And your getting hard when you’re with me—that’s beautiful, too, and flattering. Seeing your reaction to me makes me very happy.”

  When he turns back toward me, there’s hope in his eyes, but it’s still tinged with sadness.

  “That leather contraption you were wearing,” I say softly. “Promise me you’ll never cage yourself like that again.”

  “That’s to protect you.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t need to be protected—not from you.”

  “You’re wrong.” His voice is deep and he won’t look me in the eye.

  I slip back over his lap, my hand aiming for his crotch, but he slides me against him, and my hand lands trapped between our bellies instead.

  “Acushla.” He rests his forehead against mine. “The sex act. I can’t. I will not do that to you.”

  “You said we weren’t compatible, but I’ve seen you, Rock.”

  “So you understand.”

  “No, I don’t.” I take his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “In fact, I think a vampire might be your ideal sex partner.” If he can’t find a female giant, that is, and I don’t want to put that thought in his mind if it’s not already there.

  “You’re big, yes, but I can heal.” I rock against him, trying to work my fingers lower, hoping to increase his need so that he’ll give me what I most want.

  He lifts me from his lap and lays me on my back on the bed.

  He’s very gentle about it, putting me down softly, and yet all the air leaves my chest. This is going to happen.

  I want it to, I do, but I’m not as confident as I just sounded that it’s going to work, that he’ll fit. Or that I’ll be able to hide my pain if he doesn’t.

  He stands at the side of the bed, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, and his jeans look like they’re about to burst from the pressure of his bulge.

  I lift one of my feet and press it softly against the hot ridge.

  He grabs my ankle.

  His hand stays on my ankle as I spread my legs for him, fully exposing my sex, and his gaze drops where I want it to. His pupils widen and his breaths grow even heavier.

  Both of his hearts beat hard, one slightly faster than the other, as blood rushes from other parts of his body straight to his cock, like creeks feeding a river after a springtime rain.

  His gaze rises to meet mine. “I would give you anything you desire, Selina. Anything. Everything that’s within my power to give you is yours. But you must understand. I cannot give you that.”

  Dropping to his knees, he buries his face between my legs.

  I want to object, to finish the conversation and convince him that we should at least try penetrative sex, but he presses a thick finger inside me and sucks on my clit.

  My body arches like a bow and words are no longer possible. Words can wait.

  Chapter 17

  Pike

  The muted sounds of Selina’s pleasure drift through the night air to reach my ears, as I stand atop a twelve-story apartment building ten blocks away from her. My ability to track others using sound is acute compared to other vampires, and connecting directly to the frequency of Selina’s voice is my best way to track her—the only reliable way.

  If I’d done it from the day she left Xavier’s dungeon, I could have kept her safe.

  I shake my head. That would never have worked. Even if I’d made an auditory link when she first ran, I would have had to break it before the first threat of dawn. Just like I’ll have to in a few hours from now.

  Knowing I’ll have to leave her unguarded yet again—find her tomorrow after dusk to redo the connection—shoots terror through my bloodstream. Hours and hours when I won’t know where she is or if she’s safe.

  I’ll stay here until the last possible moment, until I’m sure that she’ll be inside Gray’s house until dusk.

  Xavier wants her to suffer. He wants her dead, but only after considerable pain. If I know anything about the vampire I used to call King, I know that.

  But I tell myself she’s not in danger tonight. Xavier lost at least five guards—almost every one he trusts to leave the palace compound.

  With his team depleted, he risks losing control, leaving himself exposed to revolution.

  As much as he wants Selina dead, he’s not going to risk his own neck or his so-called kingdom.

  Xavier needs time to rebuild before trying to capture her again, but on the slim chance I’m wrong, this vantage point has clear sight lines for every possible approach. If any of Xavier’s Guard go anywhere near Selina, within seconds they’ll be impaled on my stake.

  Selina cries out in ecstasy, and I wish for a moment that I hadn’t tuned my hearing so finely to her voice. I should break the connection now I know she’s inside the house, but I can’t stop myself.

  And my eavesdropping has confirmed that I’m unlikely to ever win her heart. Not that I ever had a chance. Not really. But now it’s clear. The big man and the vampire. She’s fucking them both. She loves them both. Pain tightens my chest.

  From what I got from her side of the conversation, the giant man refuses to fuck her, with his dick, anyway. I didn’t hear his reasons, but I’ve heard her trying to change his mind, and it’s clear the giant is filled with something I very well understand. Shame.

  Selina’s sex sounds escalate, her breaths come heavy and shallow as the giant—I assume it’s just the giant—gives her oral pleasure.

  My cock throbs so hard I can barely stand it, and I shove my hands in my jacket pockets to stop myself from taking out my dick to relieve the pressure. Listening to her every word, her every sigh and breath, is intrusive. There’s a fine line between protector and st
alker, and I’ve crossed it tonight.

  But jacking off while thinking of her is one line I refuse to cross. So since meeting her I haven’t been able to give myself pleasure.

  I find the razor blade in my pocket and dig it under my fingernail. For a moment, the sharp pain distracts me from my lust, but even as my pocket fills with blood, it’s not enough to distract me from Selina.

  Crying out, she calls the giant’s name and tells him it’s too much, then with the next exhale she changes her mind and asks him to continue whatever it is that he’s doing to ravish her soft body parts.

  I force the blade under the nail of the next finger and curse into the night. I would do anything for Selina. Anything. Pain is a small price.

  Chapter 18

  Selina

  Astrid flips me onto my back on the floor of Gray’s basement gymnasium and presses a steel training spike between my ribs. Her move was so unexpected, and the force of my landing so hard, I can’t breathe.

  “Never let down your guard.” Astrid releases her pressure. “Because of your size, you can’t rely on your weight in close combat. Not even against a human.”

  I roll over onto my back as my ability to breathe slowly returns. Astrid remains crouched beside me and I adjust my position to sit cross-legged beside her.

  “Can we take a short break?” I ask while staring up at the ceiling. Gray’s gym might be in a basement, but it’s about five times the size of the one we were using under Rock’s bar.

  “Sure.” Astrid mirrors my position, sitting across from me. “Don’t get discouraged. You’re doing well. You’re a fast learner and gaining power more quickly than any baby vampire I’ve come across. Let me know if you ever want a job working security for FJS.”

  “Thanks.” Pride swells inside me, although working security holds zero appeal. “It’s hard to think of having a job or any kind of normal life again.” I shake my head. “I’ve lived most of my life alternating between prisoner and fugitive.”