“No, that wasn’t what this was about.”
“But—”
“Enough.” The commander was back in his voice, lacing his words with pure ice. He
smoothed his clothes back into place. “I’ll give you a minute, then you are to leave this room.
You can’t stay in my study.” He turned and strode from the room before she could say a word.
Chloe looked after him stunned. Eventually she found the energy to pull her shirt back on. She couldn’t help but feel like he’d just slapped her in the face.
He’d liked it, that was why he was so quick to beat feet out of here. She came to a shaky stand and vowed to have him again until he gave her his all. She would have all or nothing. And with each passing day of her new moon, she would grow to need sex daily. She wanted only him.
And next time, he would finish.
Chapter Ten
“Send a team out to control the breakthrough at point 47, 39. Make it a clean sweep.”
“Of course,” replied Rayn. He bowed at his orders and left.
For the first time since he could remember, Tyrian, leader of the Atal Warriors was restless. There was no quieting his mind. Or his body, for that matter. His balls ached with a fierce, angry pain. Normally he didn’t mind such pain, it served to keep him strong, alert, but this pain did no such thing. Its sole purpose, it seemed, was to remind him of earlier that afternoon and one distracting succubus. She was a mere child by his standards, just now reaching the 29th year of the succubi’s life cycle.
His eyes fell to the carpet, which was nearly as old as he was. He’d fit himself to her there, above all the warnings screaming in his head, and had taken her body. He’d been brutal, hard. He hadn’t wanted to do it to begin with but no matter how gentle he’d tried to be, he’d still ended up taking her like some beast.
Women were gentle creatures to be protected and cared for, whence why she was here to begin with. She was not to be savaged and hammered into like some whore. He couldn’t even help himself. At first the sensations had been...indescribable.
She looked incredible in all her nudity. He could easily see her in a painting, lying among leaves and trees, one arm wrapped above her head tenderly. Though he’d never let another’s eyes look upon it. As quickly as he had the thought, his heart hardened with anger. This was why he didn’t encourage his men to keep women. This...this whatever you called it was already becoming a nuisance, intruding upon his thoughts when he should be working.
Feeling a shaking in his arm, Tyrian looked down, an eyebrow cocking in surprise as he realized his hand was turned into a tight, white-knuckled fist. He flexed his hand, stretching his fingers. Already she was causing problems. It was his fault. He would have to work harder to ignore her charms. The succubus held a magic to her that seemed to keep drawing his attention no matter how much he fought it.
First it was little things like noticing the swell of her breasts in that towel on the first night or the color of her hair in the sunlight. Now he’d seen her naked for the second time and hadn’t bothered to look away, couldn’t have if he’d wanted to.
She captured him so easily. Enchanted him like some child. Perhaps his guard was wrong about succubi’s magical abilities. Maybe she was some kind of enchantress.
Even still, so many hours later, his cock was a heavy, hard mass between his legs. The ache in his balls screamed at him to take a release, even by his own hand, something he hadn’t done in centuries. He had no need for sexual release in his job. He required only blood to survive. But one small succubus comes by and ruins everything.
No, not everything was ruined. He’d fought an entire race of demons, pushed them back to where they belonged. What had started as a small war front was now an empire of warriors.
All that he’d built with his own sweat and blood. The temptation of one little woman would not fell him.
Standing from his desk, he went to his chambers. He would kill this ache and be done with it and her. She was here for protection and nothing else. She would have to find one of the warriors to service her from now on. He would not continue to allow her to distract him.
He opened the door to his bedroom and sat on the bed he never slept in. One of his best warriors showed keen interest in the succubus. He’d looked upon her with sexual heat. Draven would happily pleasure Chloe. An image flashed through his mind of Draven cupping her soft breasts, licking her pink nipples. His mind blackened with rage. What if he hurt her? Marred her skin. She was so soft and pale. Would Draven act any different than he’d been?
In an explosion of anger, Tyrian grabbed a knife off the table by his bed and threw it.
Whack. It landed deeply embedded in the wall by the door, the blade twitching side to side.
Dammit, he was ready to get this over with. Release, then he’d get back to work. That always kept him calm. It was the only thing capable of keeping her off his mind.
Earlier he’d wondered what she liked. First it was sexual, since he was watching her thrash on the carpet naked at the time. Did she like her nipples to be sucked, licked, pinched?
Would she scream his name if he claimed her soft, pink pussy with his mouth like he’d salivated to do then?
Later tonight, even as one of his top generals relayed information on rogue demons
escaping from the rift, his mind had been adrift in questions. About her. What would her blood taste like?
He drank from Lucinda, his frimar. Most of the warriors kept one. A willing recipient who let you feed. She was currently in her chamber across the hall. He’d need to visit her soon.
His bloodlust was growing.
Strangely it wasn’t Lucinda’s spiced blood that he yearned to taste. His cock throbbed, and he hissed, squeezing the hard flesh through his pants. He’d nearly taken her neck. As if he hadn’t brutalized her body enough with his rough, impatient thrusts, he’d nearly succumbed, twisted her head to the side, and buried his fangs in her soft neck. He’d licked his lips, wondering how she’d taste. Sweet, thick, earthy, or something else?
Unable to wait any longer, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The mass was heavy and hard in his hand, the tip wet with arousal. He pumped his fist, his heart beating in time to the movement. Quick, gripping tight, he closed his eyes and remembered how she’d felt.
Burning hot, soft and tight like a needy fist around him. Her channel had gripped him, squeezing, and pulsing in fiery need around him.
He remembered the way she’d screamed her release, bucking against him, wrapping her sweet soft legs around him like she wanted to keep him there. He’d wanted to bury himself deep inside and give her every drop of his seed.
His release neared. He pumped his hand faster, catching the perfect motion. His release grew hot and heavy in his balls, raised up his spine, shooting through his body to his cock. So close.
A loud noise registered in his addled brain. Panting, Tyrian stopped and listened. It came again, three quick knocks at the door. Releasing his straining cock, he growled and shoved it back into his pants. He flung open the door hard, uncaring that it whipped hard enough to crack the wall behind it. His control was slipping faster than he could catch it.
“What?”
Draven look apologetic as he said, “There’s a problem with Chloe, I mean, Ms. Bellum.
She’s calling for you.”
Tyrian took off, leaving Draven to trail behind him. “She’s hysterical. The new moon has her; it’s riding her hard too. The men want to help her.” Tyrian spun around, catching Draven’s neck in one hand and plastering him to the wall. Control. Control. Draven’s eyes shot wide and he whispered, “But the men don’t want to touch her. You’ve claimed her already.”