Sweeping down, he pressed a kiss to her soft lips then stepped away quickly.
“Go, they need you.”
Her head bobbed and then she jumped into his truck and pulled away. Lyonis’ heart felt lighter for the first time all day. Willow didn’t know it, but she’d just taken the first big step into becoming his mate.
Chapter 13
Willow awoke with a clammy sweat covering her skin. Groaning, she pushed the Alpha’s heavy arm off her. She sat up and the room spun around her. Dammit. When was the last time she’d fed?
Yesterday had been a sad day around the pack and Lyonis hadn’t pursued her. Everyone in the pack had been morose since Stephanie went missing.
Last night when Lyonis returned from helping the search party, they still hadn’t found her. Not even a clue as to what happened to her or where she was.
Willow pushed the sad thoughts aside. She was on the second day and was starting to feel the effects from not feeding. Willow glanced over at the Alpha sleeping quietly next to her. A small furrow pulled at his brows that hadn’t been there before.
Oh God. She was already starting to notice small things like that. She was losing it. Looking down, she grimaced at the sight of her hard nipples against her t-shirt. They felt chafed against the abrasive material. Willow tore off the shirt before she thought twice about it.
All right, she thought, lying back on the bed. She needed sex of some kind. He’d help her with that little thing, she knew. What had her sisters said when they came to visit? Use him as much as needed, as much as possible. Willow almost snorted. Truly, she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to live this kind of life. Being a succubus sucked.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She was strong, tough even. She’d bested him before but now she wasn’t so sure if she could run anymore. She could best him in another way, but this? She didn’t know.
Her mind wandered back to that night in Germany—the night of her new moon. He’d asked her what she pictured while she pleasured herself. He’d finally guessed right when he said all the things involving her being on top, her being in charge.
A lick of desire swept through her. She could do this. She could conquer the Alpha; her core throbbed at the thought making her squeeze her legs together to reign in the arousal. She would conquer him, make him her submissive.
A nasty thought reared its ugly head. It won’t erase the past. Willow stiffened with anger and pain. Fuck you, she thought bitterly. Maybe it won’t but it was worth a try. It was worth finding out. Her eyes watered but she scrubbed them away with hard hands.
Turning to her side, she watched the sleeping Alpha. He was incredibly handsome; there was no doubt about that. Perhaps in another lifetime, if she wasn’t who she was and had gone through what she had, she could appreciate his smiles more. A part of her actually wanted that.
Then Willow took a steadying breath and leaned over the Alpha, ready to do something she’d never thought she’d do.
An erotic sucking sensation brought Lyonis awake as quick as if a bucket of ice water had doused him. Alert instantly, he looked down his naked body to find his future mate gently sucking the tip of his cock.
“Willow,” he said, his voice hoarse from sleep. She made a delicious humming sound bobbed down over his cock. He groaned and reached for her. But as he moved his arms, he felt a tug bring them to a definitive stop.
“What the hell...” he muttered looking up to see his arms tied with thick rope to the bedpost. Unease flitted through him. “What’s the meaning of this, Willow?” He had a hard time speaking because her hand joined the mix and pumped up and down his cock.
Slowly she pulled back for air and said, “I need to feed.” She said it so simply before sucking the head of him back into the hot cavern of her mouth.
Anger mixed with arousal. He snapped at her, surprising himself. “I am not your sub, mate. Undo these now before I shift and break them myself.” She pulled back and climbed up his body in a sexy crawl.
She leaned close and he saw the flickering of anger there. “Do it and I’ll stop. We do this my way or we don’t do it at all.”
Lyonis twisted his hands against the thick rope. He could shift and tear these things off easily, but a part of him held back. He saw something in her eyes, some gentle beseeching look. She looked so vulnerable, and then in a blink it was gone.
Lyonis gritted his teeth with the need to take, the need to tear through the shackles and master her. Somehow he tampered it down because of that fragile look in her eyes. He needed to learn what it was, needed to fix it so she may wholly accept him as her mate. She should never have to look at him with those broken eyes again.
Leaning forward, his lips a breath away, he growled, “Then sit on my cock, sica tawicue.” Her eyes flared with heat and desire.
He didn’t expect her to listen, but she did. She climbed over his hips then began to torture him in a way that would surely kill him.
Her lithe body, supple with muscle and curves, tan from sunlight, leaned against him, her mouth searching for his throat. He tightened instinctually, arms flexing against the binds as her lips and teeth found his throat. At the first bite, he was shaking with the need to toss her down and mount her. Her bite was an Alpha’s bite, dominating, meant to put him in his place. She opened wide and bit down, sinking her teeth in until his skin filled her mouth. Did she even realize what she was doing? She released him and only then could he breath normally again.
Her tongue licked a path down his chest where she scattered kisses across it. Lyonis slammed his eyes shut at the feeling of uselessness, at the helplessness that assaulted him; it went against everything he was.
She found his nipple and kissed it until it hardened under her soft, warm lips. She teased it with her tongue and his cock raged against her inner thigh like a throbbing pulse. He growled at her, a reprimand but he only felt her smile against him.
“Touch me,” he said huskily. She moved to the other nipple and flicked it until his balls weighed heavily between his legs.
“I am.” He could hear the smile in her voice and wanted to snap the damn rope. A part of him recognized that she needed this. Needed him this way. With shaking arms, he kept still as she kissed across his chest, stroked up and down his sides and stomach.
“Lovely,” she breathed. A part of him was thrilled that his mate was finally, willingly, touching him.
“My cock,” he choked. God he needed her touch there more than his next breath. Her soft laughter breathed against his neck as she pressed her lips there. Soft, warm hands enveloped his cock and his breath froze in his lungs. She squeezed him in her double-fisted grip then stroked him up and down.
“Is this what you wanted?” she teased. Lyonis almost groaned. Who was this playful vixen? He didn’t know but he was starting to like this side of her.
“Not exactly.” She squeezed the head of him and wet her palm with his leaking cum. It was incredible even as it bordered on painful.
“Oh?” Her voice was sweet as an angel’s. “How so?” She reached further down and cupped his sac in her palm, rolling and molding the flesh to her hand. It was on the tip of his tongue to respond but then she started pumping him faster. He bit his lip hard to keep from blowing his load right there.
“Sit on my cock now, Willow, before I tear through these fucking ropes and take you how I want.” Her eyes lit up with heat, her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“And how do you want it, Lyonis?” He did groan this time, his balls pulling tight at the sound of his name from her. God, was that the first time she’d ever called anything other than Alpha? He liked it—a lot.