Consumed (Blood Ties Book 9)

“Please,” I whispered.

Need.

Need.

Need her.

Crave her.

Don’t give in.

Don’t give…

She dropped, moving into my view. I turned my head, unable to let her see…how much she truly affected me.

“It’s okay,” she murmured softly, her hand wrapped around my cock.

I’d tried to fight this, tried to fight her. But it was too much…too much…too much.

“Look at you.” She clenched her grip, and I twitched with the sensations.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The roughness of the towel against my skin.

The strength of her fingers around my cock.

“Hands bound, knees spread, just like I was,” she murmured.

That thick vein twitched, shooting electricity all the way to the head. I was going to come like this, bound, helpless…completely at her mercy. “I…I can’t,” I whispered, that feeble fight inside me trying one last time to pull away from her.

“Shh…” She pressed her fingers to my lips.

I opened my mouth on instinct, and my sick need finally won out. Her finger slipped inside. But the sensation had me reeling. The feel of her soft flesh against the edge of my teeth made me wince until she yanked down, opening my mouth further.

“That’s it.” She stared into my eyes, then glanced toward the bed. There was my collar, white, starched, sitting on the end. She pulled her finger out of my mouth and leaned over, her body stretched out in front of me.

God, she was beautiful.

The bruises on her side were a gruesome blue tinged with yellow-green. I could almost make out the shape of a fist against her ribs. But she was here, surviving, grabbing the collar from the bed, and turning back to me.

“Open,” she commanded.

I could only obey.

A tremor raced as I lifted my gaze to hers. But instead of panic and the overwhelming need to escape, I felt a peacefulness, a sense of…belonging—her perfect lips curled at the edges—belonging to her. That smile widened. One just for me. Every cell in my body reacted, making me yield to whatever she wanted.

The hard creased fabric of the collar slipped between my lips. I bit down, feeling the collar pull tight against the edges of my mouth, leaving only the heavy gasps of my breath behind.

“You like this?” she asked.

I nodded, tugging at the binds around my wrists, testing their hold.

She reached up, gently fisting a handful of my hair. “Tell me,” she commanded.

“Yes.” The word was muffled and strained.

One yank and she pulled my head backwards. The wounded sound that tore from me wasn’t human.

“Christ, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, looking down at me. “When you’re mine like this.”

My cock twitched, and my ass clenched, aching to thrust. This was where I belonged, under her touch and control. She looked down. But I couldn’t look away, fixed by her focus as the towel wrapped around me shifted. Cool air tickled as it danced around the warmth of my body. Her breath caught before she slowly reached down. Her fingers grazed the length of my cock as she swept the covering aside.

I’d never allowed a woman to look at me like she did.

Until now.

Now my spine bowed, the cuffs around my wrists and ankles pulled taut as I thrust my hips harder, desperately aching for her touch.

She bent and lowered her head, the strands of her damp hair falling to smack my bare thighs.

Warmth wrapped around me. Wet, slick warmth that trailed along the thick shaft then slipped around the head. I unleashed a whimper and opened my eyes, looking down. But all I saw was her head.

“I…I want to watch you.” I croaked.

She pulled away, lifting her gaze to mine before she moved between my legs and knelt. “How’s this?” She lowered her head once more and opened her mouth.

Dear God in Heaven…

My thighs tensed, my balls quivered, watching as she gripped the base and slid my cock all the way inside her mouth. My eye twitched as I slid along her tongue to push against that soft flesh at the back of her throat. Her breasts pushed against my knees. I strained in reflex and my fingers twitched, desperate to touch.

I made a muffled sound against the collar that was a gag in my mouth, until she eased her hold.

“Your breast,” I urged. “In my mouth.”

She lifted her gaze, meeting mine. But she never moved, just skirted her tongue around the ridge of my head, then dragged the tip all the way down. The vein pulsed as the overwhelming need to fuck made me pant.

The gag was forgotten. She had other things on her mind.

“Whimper for me, Priest,” she said, shifting her focus as she licked and sucked, dipping low to draw my balls into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck…”

Her cheek twitched with a smile. I pulled against the cuffs, but I had no control here. No way for me to take it either. I was completely at her mercy. A shudder tore through me at the thought. I licked my lips. “Whatever you want, My Queen.” I dropped my head backward. “Whatever you want.”

She rose, her hands moving to each side of me. “I want your ass on the floor and your head back against the bed. That’s what I want. I want your tongue inside me as I ride your face. What do you think about that?”

“Yes.” I moaned, dragging my teeth against the soft flesh of my lip.

She rose, then moved around behind me. One snap of the lock and the cuff fell free. I pushed myself forward. My knees were shaking so badly they barely held my weight. I slipped to the floor in front of the chair, looking up at her.

She dragged the chair aside and stepped around it. The last feeble hold of the towel came away, leaving me naked as I squirmed on the floor. Helene looked down at me, desire burning in her eyes.

“Head back, Thomas.” She demanded.

I pushed my shoulders back as she moved toward me, her fingers spearing through my hair as she pressed her body against me. I turned my head, kissing her thigh. This wasn’t like before when my emotions got the better of me. This was…easy.

She fisted my hair and tugged backwards, forcing my gaze to hers. “You sure you want this?”

My cock was so rock hard I thought I was going to come. “I’m about to make a mess of myself if you don’t.”

She looked down, and my cock jumped. Christ, one look from this woman and I lost myself. She moved against me, lifting her knee to one side of the bed, opening herself to me. I looked down at the soft, pale flesh of her inner thighs.

Faint silver razor marks marred the flesh. She’d cut herself, releasing all her pain and anger out on her own body. The moment I saw them, I knew she was the one. I lifted my gaze, meeting her stare. The one who would make me fall in love. She released her grip, leaving me to lean forward until I brushed my lips across her skin.

She let out a soft sound, almost a sigh.

Such a tiny thing.

I wanted more of that.

My lips moved, gliding across her abdomen until I lowered my head, brushing the soft hair of her mound.

“Higher,” I murmured.

She did, lifting her knees higher and pushing forward until my head pressed back on the bed. All I saw was her, pale flesh, soft brown bush. I tilted my head, opening my mouth and licked, finding her warmth. She was still too far away. “Closer.”

She pressed harder, giving me what I wanted. I pulled against the cuffs, tugging hard until the links snapped taut.

This was what I wanted. Her scent invaded my lungs. Her taste lingered on the tip of my tongue. I was desperate for more. I bent my head, pushing my tongue along her slit until I hit the tiny ridge of her clit. Her hips jolted forward, pushing me back.

I sucked, drawing a whimper from her, but it wasn’t enough. “Ride me, Helene. Ride.”

Adrenaline kicked through me. I knew she was looking down, watching me as she slowly and gently bucked her hips forward. It was all I needed. I lowered my head, spearing my tongue deep inside.

“Oh, fuck.” She moaned and reached down, grasping my hair.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Jesus.

That’s it.

That’s so it.

I dragged my tongue upward to croak. “Use me.”

She did, clenching her grip, forcing my head back down to where she wanted my tongue. I licked and sucked, my cock pulsing as she grew wetter. Fuck, she was beautiful. She was so goddamn beautiful. I closed my eyes, my chest throbbing as well as my cock.

Hunger consumed me. A kind I’d never felt before, making me moan like that last lick was my dying breath. I swallowed the taste of her, desperate for this woman to invade every inch of my body and felt her push harder, grinding her perfect pussy against my mouth before she jerked away.

Her eyes were wide. Hard, panting breaths rose and fell.

“I want to fuck you.” She gasped.

“Then do it.”

Her body trembled as she slowly sank to the floor and straddled me. I’d watched her fuck my brothers. The savage desperation she had with Riven. His hands around her throat, or buried in her hair. Her on her knees for Kane. His cock thrusting into her mouth…and the tender moments with Hunter as he guided his body inside her.

But this was different. She reached down, grasped my thick length, and seated herself down, allowing me to slide all the way in. Her eyes closed and her head dropped backward as she ground her hips, rocking forward to push me even deeper.

This was me on my knees for her.

“Oh fuck, Thom.” She moaned and opened her eyes, holding on to my stare.

But I was coming apart. My legs pushed as wide as the chains would allow. My fingers spread wide, desperate to touch her.

“Bounce.” I groaned. “For the love of God, bounce.”

She did, rising only to slide back down hard.

“Ohhh.” I groaned. “Again.”

She did, slamming her body against mine and thrusting forward until I rubbed that spot inside her.

“Oh…” she wailed, dropping her head forward, thrusting harder. “Godddd.”

Her core clenched around me, pulsing and milking until stars exploded behind my eyes. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, crushing me, and still it wasn’t enough. My pulse pounded louder as I turned my head, drawing in the scent of her.

I was in love with this woman.

Maybe I hadn’t been at first, but this need was roaring louder than I’d ever experienced before.

“I…I want more of this,” I whispered.

She eased backwards and stared into my eyes. “You do?”

My heavy breaths fluttered her hair. “I do.”

Her smile was instant.

“Well, that was…different.”

I jerked my gaze to the doorway, to where Riven leaned against the door, watching us.

“Riven.” I jerked my hands, testing the links of the chains.

“Don’t get up on my account, brother.” He moved that possessive stare at Helene. “I’m just glad you’re on board now. I want you to fuck her. I want you to love her.”

He pushed off from the frame and strode forward, looking down at her. He reached out, brushing the hair from her face before he met my stare. “Now you understand what we’re fighting for. This…” he brushed his thumb across her cheek. “This right here is everything.”