Bonds of Fire: The Bellum Sisters 2 (paranormal erotic romance) Read Free Page B

further to feeling him pounding against her everywhere, tingling her core. It felt...amazing. So lusciously good, she never wanted it to stop.
    Lyonis pinched and tugged on her hard nipple while his other hand kept her arched back to him. It was demeaning. With her hands tied above her head, she was completely submissive to him.
    And it was going to make her come.
    As if he knew what she wanted, he widened her stance another couple inches. Then he hit the perfect spot inside her. Ragged breaths sawed out of her throat as she struggled to breathe through the impending explosion about to detonate in her body. He reached forward, his fingers pressing over her soaking wet folds, picking up her wet cream, then he thrummed her clit as his cock slid in and out of her.
    Willow moaned as hot liquid exploded inside her, blinding her. Her body seized up then trembled violently. She heard him grunting, breathing as choppy as she was, and then she felt him coming, shooting hot torrents inside her as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her to him. He thrust into her after he spent, letting her body draw every drop from him.
    “You’re mine, Willow,” he breathed heavily.
    Willow’s eyes shot open at the ominous warning in his words.
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Willow sighed as the flight attendant’s voice came over the mic to announce the descent into Domodedevo International Airport in Moscow. The Captain came over the line afterwards and announced the temperature and time in Moscow. Five o’clock in the evening, a freezing negative one degree Fahrenheit.
    The airplane’s wheels skidded against the runway as they landed. Willow’s stomach tensed at what was to come. She’d gotten away from him for the second time. He’d been angry before, how would he feel now that she’d done it a second time? She grinned, her heart already racing. She’d give the shapeshifter some credit; he knew how to make things interesting. Though if he ever thought to tie her up again, or even mention what he did, she’d gut him.
    Her plan wasn’t working. At first, she’d figured if she ran enough, then eventually he’d give up and go home. After all, she meant nothing to him. Yet he claimed that he somehow, magically knew she was his mate. Fucking shapeshifters.
    As the passengers started grabbing their carry-ons, Willow grabbed her backpack and headed off the plane. She still couldn’t believe how she’d lost him. Really, Lyonis, you continue to underestimate me. The one thing she could credit the Alpha for was being able to make her smile. The fact that it was at his expense only made it that much better.
    After their little thing at the club in Germany, he’d hauled her out of there by hand like she was some petulant child. Bastard. She’d lost him though. Outside of the club was a group of drunken, red-eyed girls. They looked to be about twenty-five and having a great time.
    Willow had spun around on Lyonis and pulled him down for a kiss. He’d stiffened in surprise, but before he could prolong it, she broke away and tore the buttons of his shirt. He had a beautiful, sculpted chest, tanned from sunlight, strong from athleticism. She’d spun around and shoved him into the now lick-lapping girls.
    She hadn’t known if her plan would work, the quickly thought-up plan was crap, but surprisingly, it did. The girls had flocked over him, touching and kissing his skin. Maybe it helped that he had that animal magnetism about him. It also helped that the boyfriends came out of the club a second later. Curses were shouted as the men surrounded the Alpha, shoving him around as they circled him.
    He’d looked at her like he was going to kill her, so she gave him a cocky salute and took off on a sprint.
    She’d made it all the way to the nearest airport without seeing him. She wasn’t disappointed. Okay, she wasn’t very disappointed that she’d bested him again. She’d never admit it aloud, but a part of her was thrilled at the