For the Bond (Romantic Suspense) (Beyond Blood, #3) by Nora Flite Page A
Authors: Nora Flite
It could be impossible to cheer him up. As for me...” The edge of his smile was wicked. “I'm more than willing to let you make me feel better, Marina.”
With slow insistence, Jacob cupped my face and brought his nose to mine. From my angle, I could see nothing but the centers of his pupils. The heavy mood wasn't gone, it had become tainted with Jacob's suffocating lust. He pushed aside sadness and filled the gap with his electric existence. It was as naturally as the sun rising.
I had time to speak. I didn't bother. His lips came down, brushing over my own. Soft flesh rubbed together, the sensation buttery, making my knees quiver. It wasn't even a kiss. Overripe pleasure heightened my senses to a breaking point.
My small moan floated free. Jacob tensed, nails gliding up my arms and down again. He was exploring every bit of me that wasn't an obvious erogenous zone. His ability to leave me stumbling was frightening.
Except... god, I loved it. I loved that he knew how to do this to me. The power he had, it was so easy to fall into him and see what he would do. The ways he could make my thighs clench together before even giving me a single kiss.
“Is that nice?” he asked, pressing his thumb to my bottom lip. He exposed the wet inside, licked across it and my teeth. Soon, he'd inserted two fingers, grazing them over my delicate tongue.
I didn't want him to stop. Talking would get in the way. Opening my eyes, I looked at him and begged with my stare. I saw his smirk, but near me, I saw something else.
Kite was sitting up, a mere hand's reach away and full of strained attention. Whatever black mood that had engulfed him was dimming. He, too, was quick to get lost in this carnal bliss. It was better here. No death, no loss. We could explore our desires without wondering if tomorrow would even come.
Dropping my purse, I reached to slide my hands under Jacob's shirt. His fingers captured my wrists, pulled my arms to my hips. “Tsk,” he laughed. “Not so fast. I want to go slow. I want to savor every minute of this.”
I groaned at being foiled. My fanfare increased as he put his mouth on my throat. One hand held my wrists, the other tugged my hair until I was arching. His teeth scuffed downward, harmless but lifting prickles of desire. It took forever for him to reach the indent on my shoulder. By the time he did, my skull was ringing.
“I have an idea,” Kite said, drawing us both. I was panting, eyeballing him as he got off the couch. To my delight, he messed up his hair when he removed his shirt. Kite walked around and joined us, my joy was short lived.
There was one more glimmer of something—painful. Kite looked hungry, but he wasn't the smiling man I knew. The hurt in him was shining bright. Then it vanished, his shirt wrapping around my eyes to serve as a blindfold.
Jacob breathed out, amused. “Good idea. Let's take this further.” His lips touched the vein pumping madly along my neck. He released me, leaving me stranded without sight. Cloth ruffled, my senses becoming more aware the longer I was blind.
Palms explored my stomach—I didn't know who they belonged to. My white shirt was ripped up and over, baring me to the room. I was disoriented, gasping nervously. Silk grazed my arms. Tender, sweet... I knew it was Jacob's tie. In one sharp motion, my arms were bound at the small of my back.
This was getting out of control. “Guys?” I said, turning my blackened vision side to side. I didn't know where they were, but their breathing was loud. It warmed my core. “Okay. Listen. I've seen bondage before, but—”
“Shh,” Jacob said. He had moved behind me, one fingertip making an expedition down my spine. “Trust us.”
Trust them? I still didn't. I still... couldn't.
Impeded as I was, I couldn't stop whoever had suddenly scooped me into their arms. We were moving, the solid body hugging me tight. That whiskey smell... Was it Kite holding me?
Muscled arms set me down, my cheek rubbing on
With slow insistence, Jacob cupped my face and brought his nose to mine. From my angle, I could see nothing but the centers of his pupils. The heavy mood wasn't gone, it had become tainted with Jacob's suffocating lust. He pushed aside sadness and filled the gap with his electric existence. It was as naturally as the sun rising.
I had time to speak. I didn't bother. His lips came down, brushing over my own. Soft flesh rubbed together, the sensation buttery, making my knees quiver. It wasn't even a kiss. Overripe pleasure heightened my senses to a breaking point.
My small moan floated free. Jacob tensed, nails gliding up my arms and down again. He was exploring every bit of me that wasn't an obvious erogenous zone. His ability to leave me stumbling was frightening.
Except... god, I loved it. I loved that he knew how to do this to me. The power he had, it was so easy to fall into him and see what he would do. The ways he could make my thighs clench together before even giving me a single kiss.
“Is that nice?” he asked, pressing his thumb to my bottom lip. He exposed the wet inside, licked across it and my teeth. Soon, he'd inserted two fingers, grazing them over my delicate tongue.
I didn't want him to stop. Talking would get in the way. Opening my eyes, I looked at him and begged with my stare. I saw his smirk, but near me, I saw something else.
Kite was sitting up, a mere hand's reach away and full of strained attention. Whatever black mood that had engulfed him was dimming. He, too, was quick to get lost in this carnal bliss. It was better here. No death, no loss. We could explore our desires without wondering if tomorrow would even come.
Dropping my purse, I reached to slide my hands under Jacob's shirt. His fingers captured my wrists, pulled my arms to my hips. “Tsk,” he laughed. “Not so fast. I want to go slow. I want to savor every minute of this.”
I groaned at being foiled. My fanfare increased as he put his mouth on my throat. One hand held my wrists, the other tugged my hair until I was arching. His teeth scuffed downward, harmless but lifting prickles of desire. It took forever for him to reach the indent on my shoulder. By the time he did, my skull was ringing.
“I have an idea,” Kite said, drawing us both. I was panting, eyeballing him as he got off the couch. To my delight, he messed up his hair when he removed his shirt. Kite walked around and joined us, my joy was short lived.
There was one more glimmer of something—painful. Kite looked hungry, but he wasn't the smiling man I knew. The hurt in him was shining bright. Then it vanished, his shirt wrapping around my eyes to serve as a blindfold.
Jacob breathed out, amused. “Good idea. Let's take this further.” His lips touched the vein pumping madly along my neck. He released me, leaving me stranded without sight. Cloth ruffled, my senses becoming more aware the longer I was blind.
Palms explored my stomach—I didn't know who they belonged to. My white shirt was ripped up and over, baring me to the room. I was disoriented, gasping nervously. Silk grazed my arms. Tender, sweet... I knew it was Jacob's tie. In one sharp motion, my arms were bound at the small of my back.
This was getting out of control. “Guys?” I said, turning my blackened vision side to side. I didn't know where they were, but their breathing was loud. It warmed my core. “Okay. Listen. I've seen bondage before, but—”
“Shh,” Jacob said. He had moved behind me, one fingertip making an expedition down my spine. “Trust us.”
Trust them? I still didn't. I still... couldn't.
Impeded as I was, I couldn't stop whoever had suddenly scooped me into their arms. We were moving, the solid body hugging me tight. That whiskey smell... Was it Kite holding me?
Muscled arms set me down, my cheek rubbing on