Unchained (Men in Chains Book 3)

  “Shayna?”

  She heard Marius’s voice and slapped in quick jerks at the handles to shut off the water. “Marius? Are you there?” She didn’t know how else to ask if his mind had come back to him.

  “Momentarily.” He sounded hoarse.

  “I’ll be right there. I was just taking a shower, cleaning up.”

  She quickly dried off, slipped on his navy T-shirt, wrapped her dripping hair up in a towel, then returned to the bedroom.

  His eyes were open, but he looked haggard and pale. “How are you feeling? You don’t look so good.”

  “Shayna, I’m sorry to ask this of you after all that I’ve put you through, but I need blood. I’m not gonna make it otherwise. Can you donate?”

  CHAPTER 5

  Shayna stood all the way across the room, staring at an almost naked man, spread-eagled and begging for her help. She’d known him a few hours and here they were, the sorriest pair ever.

  She could feel his weakness through the chain still wrapped around her wrist. Death wasn’t far away.

  His question didn’t require an answer. Of course she’d donate. Maybe Marius had thrown her into a nightmare, but he was a good man and deserved to live.

  She crossed to the nearest side of the bed, which put her on his right side. Crawling across the bed reminded her that she was wasn’t even wearing panties.

  She scooted close, dragged the towel off her head, and offered her wrist.

  “You should probably lie down next to me. This may take some time.”

  For some reason, the proximity made her nervous, not because she was afraid of him, but because neither of them had much on. She lay down beside him, arranging herself as best she could. “Should I release the chains?” He seemed so changed, so much like himself.

  “Not yet. I think the worst is over but I’m not sure. Just hold your wrist tight to my mouth.”

  She felt his fangs emerge and after he gave her a couple of instructions about angle and pressure, he struck. She gave a squeak at the sudden sharp pain, but was surprised when it dissipated so quickly.

  Closer, he sent mind-to-mind.

  She pressed her wrist down so that he could form a seal with his mouth.

  Good. That’s good.

  And he began to suck.

  Suddenly she was very tired as though until this moment, she hadn’t been able to let down, to let herself feel where she was really at. She worked to get comfortable, not caring that he was naked or that she only wore one of his thin T-shirts.

  But as she relaxed into him, the steady suckling at her wrist brought forward what she’d been trying to ignore from the first time she’d actually exchanged words with him in Seattle. Maybe it was the blood-chains, but her desire for him rose like a wave in heavy seas, pummeling her self-discipline and making her long for what she’d already seen between his legs.

  She knew the pleasure of being with a man and she missed sex, the touch, the connection, the raw physical nature of it.

  As he began to take from her, she felt his strength returning, and the blood-chains soon started to tell a different tale. His hips rolled more than once and she had to know. She lifted up just enough to see that he was fully aroused.

  The sight of his cock pushing to make a tent out of the towel strengthened all the sensations she’d already been feeling. But she couldn’t possibly act on her animal needs. It wouldn’t be right.

  Marius was bound to the bed and she’d be taking advantage of him.

  She settled back down and though breathing hard, she forced herself to think of anything other than having sex with her captor.

  * * *

  Marius had never tasted an elixir so sweet or so pure as what flowed into his mouth and down his throat. Shayna tasted as he thought she would, of woman and delicate flowers combined.

  He moaned because he couldn’t not moan. Your blood, Shayna, is like nothing I’ve had before. Thank you.

  I can tell that you’re feeling better.

  Much.

  There were things he should explain, like how the experience of feeding at the vein had close sexual connections, but he couldn’t. He was exhausted from this latest, and hopefully last serious bout of recovery. But he was fully erect and wanted sex in a way that shocked him, even bound as he was. If he could have pulled Shayna onto his groin then buried himself deep, nothing would have made him happier.

  From the moment he’d first seen her close up in Seattle, he’d wanted her. Kissing her more than once had fired him up.

  There was nothing appropriate about how he felt, but the fact that her response appeared to match his own didn’t help matters at all. He could smell her desire, which made his lips and mouth suck harder and his hips arch. What he wouldn’t give to have her hand on him, or her mouth. Yes, that sweet perfect mouth of hers and her full lips kissing the hard erect length of his cock.

  “Marius?”

  Yes. He waited, holding his breath. He could tell she was in a state, that she desired him in the same way he wanted her. But he couldn’t ask for sex.

  “Do you need me?”

  He finally released her wrist and turned to look at her.

  “What do you mean?” He ached in a way he couldn’t even explain except that in this moment he felt built for Shayna and he wanted to give her what had always been meant just for her.

  “Do you need sex?” she asked. “I mean, is that part of what you require right now?”

  He wanted to say yes, because he was sure she’d be with him for that reason alone. But he shook his head. “It’s not critical. I just want you. That’s all.”

  Shayna slid her hand down his chest, fondling him gently, rubbing his pecs. He groaned. “Part of me knows this can’t be right since I hardly know you. But—”

  “I know. It isn’t right. We hardly know each other and you’ve done so much already. Feeding me is all that I require.” He strained against the leather straps, wanting to take her in his arms and pull her down to him, hold her close.

  He’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted Shayna in this moment. But he restrained himself and tried to calm down. Still, her blood seemed to be working in his body in a way he’d never felt before.

  “I want to do this with you, even though I can’t believe I’m even saying it. I want to be with you.”

  “You have a need as well. I can feel it, Shayna, but I need you to know that this would have to be about you. It would be too selfish of me.”

  “I’ve never felt this way before.” She shifted to look at him. Her lips were swollen.

  “Maybe just kiss.” Maybe if he could kiss her, he could settle down.

  She nodded and leaned up to plant her lips on his. He shivered and moaned. Her tongue swept over his lips. He parted for her and the tip of her tongue touched his.

  He cried out against her mouth. “Shayna.”

  She kissed him again and once more her tongue swept inside his mouth. He pulled on her tongue with his lips.

  This time she gave a cry and kissed him hard, her hands rubbing up and down his arms.

  Maybe it was being bound, and having no control, or maybe it was the blood-chains, or that a beautiful woman kissed him, but he swore he was harder than he’d ever been.

  Shayna, I need you. He ground his hips into the mattress, arching and moving, trying to reach her.

  His eyes were closed as her hand crept down his chest. She fondling his pecs again while her tongue swirled over his. You’re so muscled, Marius. Your body is god-like. I can’t seem to help myself. Is it okay if I touch you like this?

  God, yes.

  Her words worked him up and once again he thrust his cock upward, needing to be between her legs.

  Slowly, her hand moved lower, her fingers stroking the bottom of his thick pecs, now the curve of his abs. And still her mouth worked him, reaching in, taking hold of his tongue.

  Sucking.

  He groaned heavily.

  She rubbed her palm over the ripples of his abs. Hi
s cock wasn’t far away now, just a few more inches. He wanted her hand on him, stroking him. He could come like this.

  Take the towel off.

  Good idea. She kept kissing him as she slid the towel away from his groin.

  I need you, he whispered through her mind.

  Her body writhed against his and she slung what he realized was her bare leg over his thigh. Oh, that’s right, she’d taken a shower and she wore only his T-shirt. She pushed against him now in strong thrusts of her hips.

  So close.

  Her fingers swept lower. Then she touched him.

  He groaned again. She kept kissing him as she drifted her fingers up and down his cock.

  Marius, this is so wrong. I don’t even know you, but I’m caught up in this. Is it all right if I keep going?

  Yes, please, Shayna, do whatever you need to do. Use me. I’m desperate for you. Taking your blood has done this to me.

  She drew back and looked down at him, her eyes dilated. She breathed hard through her mouth. “I want to mount you, but I need to know that it’s okay. You’ve been through this terrible thing here, in this bed, and I don’t want to hurt you or take advantage.”

  He stared at her, unable to believe the words she’d just spoken, that she expressed so much concern for him.

  “I want to feel my cock buried inside you more than anything in the world. I’m here for you.”

  “I feel exactly the same way.”

  * * *

  Shayna was burning hot with need to mount this vampire for about a dozen reasons she didn’t understand. And truthfully, she was shocked by her behavior. Marius was someone she’d only known for a few hours.

  Yet there it was again. The chain-bond helped her to feel as though she knew him inside and out, had always known him.

  She took her time, wanting to savor what was about to happen. She kissed a slow line down his chest and swirled her tongue over his thick, weighty pecs and stiff nipples. The tight beads felt like heaven on her tongue.

  Though bound by the leather straps and the chains, his body undulated with need.

  She took her hand off his cock and instead stroked it down his muscled thigh. With the other hand, she played with the rise and dip of the muscles along his arm. She hadn’t known a man could feel this way.

  “Shayna, my God. Shayna.” His voice was deep and hoarse, more signs that he was worked up.

  As she sucked and tugged on his nipples, she glanced at his upright cock, the tip weeping. He was so ready and he couldn’t keep his hips still.

  He would need friction to come and she wanted that friction to be all her.

  She also wanted her mouth on him but she knew he was too far gone. It wouldn’t take much for him to explode.

  Feeling more powerful than she ever had in her entire life, she rose up on her knees and slipped off her T-shirt. She wanted him looking.

  His gaze fell to her peaked breasts. “You’re beautiful.”

  She had full breasts and took each in hand, cupping them. He licked his lips and she knew what he wanted. “Do you want a taste, Marius? Do you want to feel my breast against your mouth, suckle my nipples, the way I suckled yours?” Had she just said these things? Who was she? Yet everything felt so natural and so good.

  “Yes.” His voice sounded like it had just fallen down a deep well.

  She angled over him, holding her left breast in her hand, and positioned the nipple over his mouth. He lifted his head reaching for her, and when he latched on he groaned heavily.

  Her back arched because it felt incredible to be suckled in this position, to have him pulling on her. “Marius, that feels so good.”

  Shayna, thank you for this.

  She smiled, her eyes closed as pleasure pulled between her legs. It’s all my pleasure, Marius. Seriously. This is so amazing.

  But after about a minute, her body had reached that critical state of needing the same kind of friction that he needed.

  She pulled her breast away from his mouth and felt him reach for her and protest. But she swung a leg over his hip then lifted up. She caught his rigid cock in her hand, holding him in place.

  He released a series of grunts and gasps, his neck and upper body arching as though trying to reach her. As she met his now frantic gaze, she slowly lowered herself, taking him inside. She moaned and a shiver went through her. He felt so damn good.

  He shouted in response, his mouth open, his back arched. And once more, she could feel how much pleasure it gave him that she was surrounding him like this. The blood-chains on her wrist helped her to feel his pleasure, which in turn heated her up another degree.

  As she lifted her hips, gliding along his cock, she groaned yet again. “Marius, I can feel what this is like for you. The chain at my wrist is amazing.”

  “I know. I can feel your pleasure as well.”

  His head rocked back and forth. The muscles of his arms bulged and he pushed his hips into her as much as he could. The chains that bound him tight to the bed didn’t give him a lot of leeway, but enough that he could work her. As she rose up and down, pistoning over him, he matched her with an upward thrust.

  She leaned over him, planting her hands just above his shoulders, and began to move. She loved doing this, more than she ever thought she would. She loved being over a man like this. And siphoning his power, she went faster.

  “Shayna, I’m going to come.”

  “I want you to come.”

  “Let me do something for you.”

  She had no idea what he intended. “What? Yes. Anything.”

  “Let me do the work. I can move really fast and it’s important to me that you have pleasure right now, a strong release.”

  Shayna stilled before she’d even formed the thought to stop moving over his cock, but not because he’d told her to. She’d never heard a man express an interest in her release before. The experience was so novel that all she could do was stare into his hazel eyes. Finally, she murmured, “I’d love that.”

  A slow smile spread over his lips. He was so beautiful.

  His gaze fell to her breasts and once more his tongue made an appearance. She rose up just enough to support herself on one arm and slid her thumb into his mouth. He suckled greedily as he met her gaze.

  Then, as promised, his hips and cock went to work.

  It was a light flutter of movement first, hitting her in just the right spot. She cried out.

  “Look at me.” His voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper. “And keep looking. I want to watch you come, then I’m going to fill you with all I have to give.”

  She nodded. The flutter became a strong, deeper movement but the speed stayed the same, an unbelievably quick thrust inside her.

  She moaned.

  Then he went faster, something an ordinary man could never do. And all she had to do was hold herself in position.

  Pleasure built. Her face and chest grew flushed. She felt certain that this would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

  And just when she thought it couldn’t get better, he went deeper still, all the while sustaining the same extraordinary pace.

  The orgasm hit her like a tornado of sensation, so that she writhed on him and cried out. Pleasure streaked through her well, pushing past her abdomen so that her whole body felt full of fire. She stared into his eyes. Marius.

  You’re beautiful like this.

  Pleasure rolled for several seconds, but as she began to come down from the pinnacle, she realized he hadn’t come. He slowed his thrusts.

  He kept thrusting.

  “You didn’t come,” she said, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.

  When she drew back, his cock felt firm, but something had changed. She met his gaze because she could feel something waiting just beyond her consciousness. “Marius, what is it? What’s happening?”

  He shook his head and she sensed he wasn’t sure. “I know that your blood did something to me and right now I’m feeling a new layer of power flow
through my body.”

  She glanced at his shoulders and arms. “You’re bigger.”

  She watched as he began to pull on the leather wrist strap. The muscles of his right arm grew corded and defined. “You’re going to break through.”

  He didn’t say anything, but a moment later the leather separated from the chain. Still easing his hips up and down so that he worked her with a slow thrust, he turned his head to his left wrist. The next moment the second leather strap broke free.

  “Marius, should I be afraid?”

  He met her gaze as he slowly rose up and surrounded her with his arms. Though his legs were still tied down, he kissed her and embraced her, the feel of his thick muscles like heaven against her breasts. Marius, you feel wonderful.

  When he drew back, she felt his entire right leg flex. She had to watch, as he pulled with strong, consistent effort—and as though the leather had been made of tissue, it simply came apart.

  And still he thrust inside her.

  Chills went up and down Shayna’s spine. She’d already come, but she could feel Marius’s intentions. Her breathing grew labored and her nipples rose into stiff peaks.

  He flexed his left leg and with a sudden guttural shout, he was free. At almost the same moment, he levitated then flipped her so that she landed on her back with a vampire buried inside her and moving in deep grinds of his hips into her sensitive well.

  “Oh, God,” she shouted. “Marius!”

  He began to move into her now with every ounce of his power, slowly building his speed and pushing her toward ecstasy again. She gripped his shoulders, savoring his size.

  This was more than she could have imagined would happen.

  “Look at me, Shayna.”

  She met his gaze and the commanding intensity of his expression held her enthralled. She couldn’t look anywhere else but into his hazel, gold-flecked eyes. She panted in deep grabs of air. “I’m so close.”

  “I can feel that you’re ready and I’m going to speed up again.”

  A cry left her lips. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, still panting. And as the orgasm began to release, she cried out over and over. The pleasure was like nothing she’d known, and still he held her gaze, thrusting into her.