Bound For Blood (Feathers & Fire Book 1)

by Loxley Savage

  Copyright @ 2019 Loxley Savage

  Bound For Blood (Feathers And Fire Book 1)

  First publication: February 28, 2019

  Editing by Meg West with Stylized Precision

  Cover by Zoe Perdita with Rainbow Danger Designs

  Formatting by Kaila Duff with Duffette Literary Services

  All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.

  Published by Loxley Savage

  LoxleySavageAuthor@gmail.com

  Contents

  Warning

  Special Thanks

  1. The Beginning

  2. On Display

  3. The Parade

  4. Punishment

  5. The Auction

  6. Mating Fires

  7. Torn Down and Rebuilt

  8. Visitation

  9. Magnetism

  10. Unwilling Sacrifice

  11. The Final Act

  12. Stairway to Hell

  13. Burning Battle

  14. Awakening

  15. Mixed Emotions

  16. Dueling Power

  17. The Falls

  18. Surrender

  Dear Reader

  Preview of Saphyre

  Chapter One

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This is a Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance and is not suited for those under the age of 18. THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND DARK THEMES, IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS OR TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS BOOK

  To my husband. He had no idea what he was getting himself into when I decided to write this book. Throughout the entire process, he has been nothing but supportive of me. Thanks for being my soulmate and my best friend. I love you.

  To my beta team!!!

  Jessica Miller, Jessica Campagna, Krystle McHarg, Rebecca Jackson,

  Elyssa Davis, Kala Adams, Mandy Northam, Hope Holz

  Without your support this book would just plain suck! Thank you for supporting me!

  My Author Crew

  You girls who have been there with me since I started this journey with no clear direction. Thank you for taking the time to walk me through this step by step and for your unwavering support.

  Katie Knight, Erin O’Kane, Blake Blessing, Lana Kole, Mercy Desimone, Chloe Gunter,

  Jarica James, Katie May, Alicia Schultz, Ava Mason

  To Scarlet Snow.

  Cowifey for Lifey

  Thank you for taking a risk co-writing with a stranger. Your faith in me and friendship mean more to me than you’ll ever know.

  To my parents

  Even though you have no idea I have written a book, thank you for always believing in me throughout my life. I couldn’t have asked for a better mom and dad. I love you both so much.

  To Christina.

  Thank you for being an amazing friend! I love you!

  Finally to my sister.

  I love you girl.

  Thanks for keeping my secrets and tormenting me my entire life. I couldn’t imagine a world without you in it!

  I’m a sick fuck. I freely admit to that. I enjoy dark things, sinister things. I get off on exploitation. It might not surprise you to know I own a collection of rare shifter sluts whom I rent to ruthless males with similar depraved habits. For a price, of course.

  Glancing at the screens lining the left wall of my underground office, I sit behind a mahogany desk and prepare to review the live feeds streaming from the cells of Exotique’s captives. With fifty whores in total, and only ten TVs on which to view them, this is no small task. Grabbing the remote, I lean back in my leather chair, stroke the coarse hair of my short beard, and put my feet up on my desk, crossing my ankles. I rub a scuff off my designer wingtip shoes with a thumb before flicking through the different channels until I find my favorites, and stream the feeds from their cells on the screens.

  It’s morning and most of my slaves are still sleeping off the exhaustion from the previous night’s sessions. When I press the button for the automatic showers, the whores immediately wake and rush out of bed, eager to rid their slut bodies of the blood and fluids still covering their skin, scales, and feathers.

  The voyeurism that comes with my position? The ability to watch them any time my wicked heart desires, even during their showers and private moments? That’s what makes my cock hard. Each and every part of their day revolves around my decisions. When they bathe, if they eat, what they wear are all determined solely by my command. They can’t hide from me. I own them all—mind, body, and soul. That level of power turns me the fuck on.

  Fucking whores...

  Of all the sluts who line the cells of Exotique, my favorite is Slave Eight, the female with the tricolored hair who turns a soft shade of lavender when she shifts. She is magnificent in either form. Her curvy body, huge tits, and that ass…my cock hardens just thinking about how hot and helpless she looks writhing against her restraints. I can’t help but rub myself over the soft wool of my tailored pants.

  She doesn’t know this, but I often take her for myself. I pretend I’m just an ordinary buyer, putting her through the routine, which includes restraints, a blindfold, and a shot that knocks her out. She wakes—stripped, exposed, and scared—in my personal dungeon. Her terror turns me on, watching her gorgeous body tremble in fear.

  I love the absolute power I hold over her. I can make her do whatever the fuck I want; she has no choice but to comply with my demands. Sometimes, in her frustration, she blatantly chooses to disobey. Those are my favorite sessions. Delivering punishments to her sexy body, filling her naughty mouth with something other than the incoherent slurs pouring out of it... isn’t exactly a raw deal. Her pale skin marks well, leaving my handprints visible on her spankable ass and my whip marks striped across her tits. And don’t get me started on the noises that come out of those plump fucking lips, the little whimpers and mewls.

  Fuck.

  Leaning forward in my chair, I run my fingers through my jet black hair and pull the strands away from my dark brown eyes. I continue to stroke my cock while I watch her lather soap all over her sexy, goose-bumped riddled body, washing her perky tits and delicious pink pussy with those delicate hands. I groan thinking about how good she tastes. How hot her body looks bouncing underneath me when I fuck her.

  A wicked grin appears on my face when I think about how far Exotique has grown since I first started the club thirty years ago. Reclining back in my leather chair, I remove my gold cufflinks and roll up the sleeves of my custom-made shirt, revealing my muscular forearms. I link my hands behind my head and think back to that fateful day three decades ago when I happened upon a gorgeous fox shifter in the Black Forest and took her as my own, enslaving her to become the first captive of Exotique. Indeed, I have come so far since then. And the best part of all? This is still only the beginning…

  It was midday and su
nny when I spotted her. She was prancing through the trees without a care in the world, stopping to investigate different scents that sparked her interest, her fluffy twin tails swishing back and forth with delight. Curious, I followed her while she made her way through the forest near my home. The kitsune are a rare race; I had never come across one before.

  At first, I was just being nosy. Intrigued by my new find, I tracked her only to relieve my boredom. Using a bit of my magic, I levitated myself a few inches off the ground so I could follow her without detection. At that moment in time, I had no idea this fox would change the course of my life forever.

  Finding a stream to her liking, the fox stopped and lapped at the water, drinking her fill of the refreshing liquid. When she finished, she stood up to her full height at the edge of the stream and shifted. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid my young eyes on as she stood there completely naked in the middle of the forest.

  Her long, auburn hair hung in waves down to her lower back, and she had a body that would make even the highest paid supermodels jealous. Voluptuous with a tiny waist, ample chest, and a nice round ass, she was fucking irresistible. This gorgeous female decided she had found the perfect place for a bath and started washing herself in the water. My cock twitched in my pants as I watched her. It occurred to me then how turned on I became by the voyeurism.

  Ducking behind a cluster of trees, I couldn’t believe my luck when she waded into the stream and crouched down until just her head was above the water. After thoroughly soaking her perfect form, she stood up with her back facing me and began to slide her hands over her wet body, cleaning the dirt off her skin in the flowing water. My cock hardened further, and I gripped the rigid length in my pants.

  Submerging herself once again, she spun around, now facing in my direction. She tipped her head back to dunk her hair and reached up to massage her scalp. The movement caused her gorgeous tits to peek out from the blue liquid. Desire coursed through me, and I knew then that I had to have her. I would use whatever means necessary to take her, to make her mine.

  At that point, though, I was in no rush and continued to enjoy the show. It was so erotic, staring at this beautiful female while she bathed herself, touching all her intimate parts, unaware I was hiding and watching her every movement while I stroked my cock. I felt like a King, and she my slave, forced to perform just for me.

  Then she stood up in all her wet, naked glory, the water from the stream cascading down her sexy body. She walked back to the shore, her luscious tits swaying with every step. God, she looked so fucking hot. Back on dry land, she turned sideways and inadvertently gave me an unobscured view of her curvy profile, showcasing those impressive breasts and pert nipples. Unable to help myself, I let out a groan and squeezed my cock through my pants again.

  At the sound of my voice, her head jerked in my direction, and she squatted down. She fluidly shifted back into her fox form and took off. Tails twitching, she ran, gracefully weaving her way through the thick trees and tall grass. I grinned as the tiny fox dashed away from me, and I chased after her, loving the adrenaline rush that came with the pursuit. The sun filtered through the leaf-covered branches, causing her auburn fur to shine at the contact. Even in her shifter form she was breathtaking.

  Levitating once more, I began my hunt, floating through the foliage as I stalked her, leaving only a few feet between us. Every so often she would turn her head and take in the dire situation, her eyes wide with fright at the realization she could not escape my pursuit. The predator had become the prey. She had no idea just how undermatched she was, and in truth, neither did I.

  As a warlock who had just come of age at the time, my powers had only begun to manifest; I didn’t yet know how to control my magic, nor did I understand how powerful I was. Emotions took over while my desire for the kitsune grew, and I launched my magic in her direction with no clear spell in mind. Black tendrils of my power wrapped around the little fox’s legs and tripped her mid jump. She fell in a dusty, red heap on the forest floor, her big, brown eyes pleading with me when I landed softly beside her.

  Excitement coursed through me when I dropped to my knees mere inches away from my prisoner. I reached out my hand and pet the fox. She was so soft, like a pile of freshly plucked down feathers. She whined at the touch, but I didn’t care. She was mine now. Mine. And there was nothing she could fucking do about it.

  The idea of possessing such power, of having another being at my beck and call, a victim for my every whim, completely at my mercy—was alluring. Fuck. I got so hard imagining all the things I could do to her, things I would do to her.

  Having no intentions that morning to capture and imprison a fox, I didn’t know what to do next. Where should I take her? Could I really keep this rare shifter? I sat beside her and got lost in my mind while I fantasized about all the ways I could use and demean this small creature. Night had fallen by the time she calmed down and stopped her whimpering.

  That’s when it hit me. My secret cave. I could take her there. No one knew of its existence except me; I’d made sure of it. Casting protection spells around its perimeter, I guaranteed its secrecy, safeguarding the only entrance.

  Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and a cruel smile crept across my face as I finalized my plans for her. I stood up, waved my hand over her, and levitated the fox off the forest floor.

  With the power from my mind alone, I tugged her along behind me through the dark forest, a swagger in my step and an erection in my pants. I couldn’t wait to play with her, naked and in human form. The thought sent shivers of pleasure through my adrenaline-filled body.

  The cave wasn’t far from where I had captured her. Within half an hour we stood at its entrance—a small opening in the side of a grassy hill in the middle of the Black Forest. I stepped inside, pulling the floating fox behind me as my body came alive with excitement.

  When we entered the dark cavern, her animal instincts kicked in, and she began to thrash in earnest against the magic binding her legs. Pulling back her lips, she put her sharp teeth on show, growling and snapping at me. She was fucking adorable, and I chuckled affectionately at the sight of her struggle.

  I searched the cave, looking for the perfect spot to restrain my captive, and finally decided on a smaller auxiliary chamber. With a flick of my wrist I lit candles in the corners and conjured a bed with restraints attached to its legs.

  With my mind, I guided the little fox into the chamber and set her on the bed, but I couldn’t make up my mind on what to do with her next. I knew I wanted her in human form to enact my devious desires, so I settled on forcing her to shift back. With magic, I barricaded the entrance to the larger cave, sealing it in layers of jagged rock. Then I removed the black tendrils of magic still holding her petite legs together. With her limbs now free, she jumped off the bed and backed herself into a corner, snarling at me the whole time.

  I stalked closer to her, my body vibrating with anticipation. This was it—time to see the fruits of my labor. My heart pounded in my chest when I finally had her cornered. “Come here, little fox,” I crooned with my arms stretched out wide, trying to corral her.

  I focused my magic on her and willed her to shift. Sure as shit, with a yip, the kitsune melted away, leaving a beautiful female crouched before me. Wasting no time, she launched herself at me, nails extended and a sneer on her pretty face. My knee-jerk reaction was to throw my hands out just to stop her from crashing into me, but a burst of power escaped from my fingers and slammed into the chest of my fox. She crumpled instantly, the sound of her body landing on the rocky cave floor echoing through the cavernous walls.

  My heart thrashed against my ribs, my breathing rapid, feeling like I had battled a thousand dragons while I slowly crept toward the girl, hoping I hadn’t killed her. Relief flooded through me when I saw her still breathing. I noticed how light she was in my arms when I picked her limp body off the floor before placing her on the bed.

  I ran my tongue up and down her ne
ck and bit the plump vein below her skin, getting my first taste of blood. Immediately, I became addicted to the coppery tang. I gripped the hardened shaft straining in my pants when I took a step back and gazed upon her prone form for the first time. I remember how aroused I was when I ran my hands along her smooth skin, watching how she responded to my touch, even in her sleep. God, she looked so fucking hot.

  I recall how intoxicated with power I felt, having exclusive authority over her as I strapped her limbs into restraints. I raised her arms over her head to shackle them to the bed. The movement lifted her glorious chest, tempting me to forgo the bindings and bury my face between her perky breasts.

  Trying to regain my focus, I shook my head before I continued with the restraints. Moving down her perfect body, I secured her legs, tracing my fingers up and down her delicate skin before spreading them out to the sides and chaining them down, giving me a perfect view of the heaven that awaited me between them.

  What turned me on the most was the knowledge that I made her do this. I exposed her to my gaze against her will. I took away her freedom and her ability to do anything to stop me. Nothing could touch me in that moment; I held all the power.

  I realized then, there must be others like me. Those who got off on the exploitation and helplessness of a bound, beautiful female just like I did. The idea of enslaving females for my own personal gain started to take root, quickly growing in my twisted mind.