Quickly Tyrian released him, shocked to his core at what he’d just done. Then Draven’s words registered. If only he knew. He hadn’t claimed her. He’d given her release, but had taken none for himself.
Squaring his shoulders, he set off for her room. Rayn and Henry were standing outside, even their healer, Nanu was there. Each of them wore uncomfortable winces as Chloe moaned and panted from inside the room.
The still erect cock in his pants loved the sound, relished it. It wanted him to knock down the door and sink into her, never stop.
“How long has she been like this?”
“At least an hour,” Henry said. The healer watched the warrior with a hurt look on her face. Henry ignored it.
Tyrian had hoped he’d have more time. He’d wanted to talk to her about finding another warrior to ease her. After taking her this morning, he didn’t plan to do it again. A quick jerk off and he would be fine, back in control, the succubus out of his mind.
Yet one thing he’d learned being a commander was that a good leader knew when to step up and lead. A thrill raced up his mind and he marked it off to a chill and not excitement. Not eagerness.
“I’ll take care of it.” Everyone looked up at him with varying expressions of shock. He didn’t tell them that the thought of any other man going in there and touching her made him want to stab something. In fact he quickly hid that thought and buried it deep inside. This was business. It was only sex. For ages men have been using women for such a thing. Now he would do it too. And after the new moon, when she only required it once a day, she would find another.
He’d make sure of it.
“Leave, I’ll see to her.” He started to turn the door handle, but his half-demon, half-vampire guard Henry stopped him.
“Sir, are you going to ease her properly? She needs a man to...finish inside her.” Tyrian’s ignored the healer’s gasp and Henry’s advice.
“I assure you I will take care of everything. Everyone leave now. Do not interrupt unless it’s an emergency.” Tyrian disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
He looked around for her, expecting to find her writhing on the bedsheets much as she’d been before. She was nowhere to be seen.
Stepping further into the room, he strode towards the bathroom. That was when he was tackled by a soft, feverish woman from behind.
If she was planning to throw him to the ground then she seriously underestimated his strength. She made a needy mewling sound then monkeyed around him until they were chest to chest.
She was naked once again, but now in his arms. She sighed as her eyes traced over his face. She didn’t even flinch from the scar.
“You came.” Then she kissed him. Shocked to his core, Tyrian jerked his head away. She caught his face with both hands and pulled him back to press gentler, soft kisses to his mouth, the corner of his lips.
No one had kissed him...in a very long time. It shouldn’t be good. Shouldn’t feel so good.
But he liked it and didn’t want her to stop.
Never had a man tasted so good.
Chloe licked the warrior’s bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth. He tasted like husky man and a touch of bourbon, as if he’d just taken a shot before coming to her.
And he did come to me, didn’t he? A part of her poofed up like a peacock and wanted to strut around. Yeah, that’s right; she got the most powerful man in the whole world to come back for her. Eat it, ladies!
His hands were pushing at her, not pulling her closer like she wanted. “What?” she
grumbled against his perfect lips. The two peaks at the top of his lip beckoned her to trace it with the tip of her tongue. So she did. His hands tightened around her hips in response and she didn’t know if she wanted to giggle or tear open his pants and reach inside.
“Stop it, Chloe.” The cold edge to his voice didn’t stop her so much as the fact that he just used her name. Was that the first time he’d called her by her name? At least without trying to tell her more rules. She lingered over his lips for a moment before pulling back to look at him.
“I missed you.” She’d meant it to sound seductive but it came out as a whine. He walked her back to the bed and excitement pulsed through her. More, she definitely wanted more from this man. She was quickly learning that not only was he amazing eye candy that she’d love to strut around with, but he was a fantastic lover.
She wanted more. She wanted to taste his cock between her lips, feel the weight of his tongue against her pussy lips, and feel his thick cock slide inside her as she mounted him.
But when he reached the bed, he dropped her onto it and calmly walked to the window.
She was naked, needy, desperate, and he was watching the moon. She was certain that at any moment the hole she was staring through him would start smoking.
“Are you sure you won’t take another of my warriors for your new moon? Draven was
most adamant about letting you.”
“What? No. You, only you.”
“Why?” It was such a simple question, but it floored her. She’d never heard him sound so...human. Her mind raced to come up with an answer. Why did she only want him and none of the other warriors? Some of them were far nicer. Heck, Draven had even shown a sense of humor, something Tyrian en Kulev did not have.
She answered the first thing that came to mind. “I trust you. You are straightforward about everything. I know you would never lie to me, and I know that you would protect me from any harm. I can’t say I know that about Draven or anyone else. I don’t think you’d protect me just because my father asked you to, either. I think you’re honorable and you’d protect me because you want to.”
He took a step back and looked at her, his brow pulled into a look of consternation. It was the most emotion she’d seen on his face. A blush stole over her. She’d never been one to beat around the bush when it came to saying what she wanted to say, but she’d also never said anything so revealing to a man like him.
He strode towards her, his hands pulled behind his back. “You should not reveal your secrets. That’s something a warrior learns first.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and laid back into the bed. The closer he came the further she spread her legs until she was wantonly posed like a harlot. Disappointment flickered through her that his eyes did not even drop to her wet sex that was eager for him or to her nipples that were so hard they hurt. Anger was swift to course through her
“And you should not stand there when a woman is practically begging you to fuck her.”
Somehow she knew she shouldn’t have said it. His spine went ramrod straight and he
looked back out the window like he wished he was someplace else. She instantly regretted what she said. His arms came to rest at his sides and then he came to stand between her spread feet at the bed.
The man’s ability to look her in the eyes was both impressive and incredibly
disappointing. Was there something wrong with her? She knew she was plain. Her breasts weren’t very big and her hips and waist weren’t particularly curvy, but dammit she was pretty.
Okay, a plain pretty.
“Turn around,” he said. It was only now that he spoke that she realized he was back to speaking like he lived in a freezer. How had she missed his warm tones before? Why was it back now? Her attitude she’d just popped with him sprang to mind.
“I’m sorry—”
“Turn around, Chloe.” Need and want clawed at her.
“But I want to see your face.” Although he gave no reaction, she sensed that she’d just surprised him. He started to say something but she quickly added, “Please.”
Suddenly his hands grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the end of the bed until her legs dangled off the side. Her breath quickened with anticipation and she undulated against the bed, lifting her hips towards him.