Bound By His Blood

by Jennifer August

  The bemused happiness left her face. Her glare was dark and indignant. “Yes. Not cool.”

  “I thought it was fun.”

  “You’re a sadist, then.”

  McCallister choked on a laugh. “This is the last step of our Joining, Sheridan. This is where you give up your control to me entirely.”

  “Gee, you mean I haven’t done that yet?”

  “Hell, no. You’ve been mouthy and fighting me all night long. We’re about to change that.” He dangled the blindfold in front of her. “Come here.”

  She scowled. “I don’t need that.”

  “Starting your tally of spankings all over again, I see.”

  Her mouth screwed into an adorable moue and he felt her rush of lustful interest. That pleased him. He knew he’d been right about her.

  “Fine,” she finally said on a huffy breath. “I just don’t know why I can’t watch you while we do the deed.”

  Sheridan closed the distance between them, crossed her arms, and jutted her chin out as her eyelids fluttered down.

  McCallister tapped her nose until she looked at him. He had the odd desire to explain to her just why he wanted the blindfold. Tell her how knowing she couldn’t see anything, that she was totally dependent on him and her other senses for her pleasure gave him a high unlike few others. But he wouldn’t. He never did.

  “Turn around,” he ordered.

  Her eyes narrowed but she pivoted slowly.

  He dropped the blindfold over her head and settled it against her eyes. “Can you see anything?”

  “No, there’s a damn blindfold on my face,” she muttered.

  “Two.” He tied the strap securely then misted in front of her and waved his hands under the edges of the mask. She didn’t flinch.

  He took her hand and she gasped. “Damn it, I thought I told you to quit doing that.”

  “Climb on the bed and get on your hands and knees,” he told her. He guided her to the tall mattress.

  Despite the mask, she clambered onto the bed with graceful, sensual ease. He couldn’t help but admire the lean line of her thighs and ass. She scooted gingerly to the center of the bed and stilled.

  As she took her position, he stripped off his jeans and t-shirt with a speed borne of lustful determination. His naked body bobbed at the sight of her luscious ass and buoyant tits as she took her place on his bed.

  “How’s this, oh high and mighty commander?”

  He eased up behind her and slapped her ass. She jumped with a tiny squeal. “It’s fucking beautiful, Sheridan.” The huskiness in his voice wasn’t the least bit faked. She took his breath away with her beauty, inside and out. He’d never felt such a strong connection to any Consort in his entire lifetime.

  Even as the thought crossed his mind, the scent of mixed florals deepened in the room. McCallister grabbed her hips to steady himself against the onslaught.

  He was running out of denial about Sine Qua Non. He swallowed hard and caressed her butt.

  She started to sway in time to his touch. “Your skin is soft beneath my fingertips.” He glided over the globes of her butt to the taut muscles of her thighs and down to her rigid, cut calves.

  Must be from all those heels she wears.

  Soft little moans escaped her. “I like it when you touch me,” she whispered.

  He scooted closer until the tip of his cock brushed along her butt. She jerked forward then ground back against him.

  McCallister groaned. “I can smell your arousal, Sheridan.” He flatted his palm along her back and pushed down so his cock slid along her slick lower lips. “You are so fucking wet. You liked being flogged.”

  She didn’t answer verbally but he felt her agreement in his every pore.

  “Are you going to fuck me or what, McCallister?” Her saucy, demanding tone made him grin.

  He smacked both of her butt cheeks with loud, heavy force.

  She jumped again and her breath rushed out on a long moan. “Damn.”

  McCallister fitted his cock to her pussy and slowly eased inside. Her muscles were tense and her hot walls grabbed at his head like a tight, sensual fist.

  “Oh, hell,” Sheridan muttered. Her head tipped down and her shoulders hunched. “I don’t remember you being so big.”

  He slid a hand up her back and caressed her shoulder until she relaxed. “You will take every inch of my cock, Sheridan.”

  With each word, he eased deeper into her snug sheath. She clamped around him and drew him inward. He struggled to maintain the slow pace. He wanted to drive her crazy so she was on the very edge of insanity before he let her come but if she kept milking him with her pussy, he was going to be the one to go over the edge first.

  Again, not something that he ever allowed to happen.

  McCallister cupped her butt then eased his thumbs to the edges of her wet outer lips and pulled outward, opening her even more.

  “Fuck!” she yelled. She shook her hips and writhed on his dick.

  The movement seated the last bit of his shaft all the way inside her pussy.

  “There,” he said on a deep rasp. “You have every inch of my hard cock, Sheridan. How does it feel?”

  “Huge,” she whispered then waggled her butt. “Amazing.”

  He scooted his legs a little further apart and clamped his hands on her hips. “But?”

  “It’s not enough,” she said.

  He heard the shocked laughter in her voice and grinned. Slowly, he pulled out.

  She groaned and bounced, her breath escaping in tiny little gasps.

  McCallister popped the head of his dick in and out of the tight ring of her entrance until she quivered beneath him. Her pussy grew hotter and wetter with each movement.

  Tiny pink flashes shimmered around her body for a second then dissipated. McCallister closed his eyes and concentrated on filling her body with his. Feeling every inch of her sweet pussy drawing him in and out and pushing his desire higher and higher.

  A soft hint of roses invaded his senses, followed by hydrangea, then lavender. He stilled.

  “No,” she yelped. Her head came up and twisted around. The black mask covered half of her face but he still made out the sexual irritation in her. “God, don’t stop now. Fuck me, McCallister.”

  The sweet curve of her lips around the dirty words made him swell and throb inside of her. They both gasped and she nodded. “Yes. Yes. Like that. Fuck me. Fuck me, hard.”

  “Careful what you ask for, little one,” he said even as he started to piston his hips back and forth with ever increasing force.

  “Oh yeah.” She sighed. “Damn, like that, yes.”

  Her hips jerked and ground hard on his dick and he gasped at the inferno suddenly enveloping him. He was caught in a maelstrom of pink and white lights, the heady floral combination and the wetness of Sheridan’s body. Her mind buffeted against his and he heard her continued silent litany.

  Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck that pussy. God, yes. You’re so fucking big. Pound my pussy, McCallister. Fuck me hard. Like you own me.

  Her internal dialogue paused on a moment filled with surprise and he couldn’t help the guttural groan that ripped from his throat or the sudden, savage need to claim every inch of her, inside and out.

  He reached down and tangled her hair around his hand and jerked her head up. She arched against him, seating her juicy pussy even further on his throbbing dick.

  He swelled and pulsed inside of her. His balls tightened.

  “McCallister,” she yelled in demand.

  “Fuck, Sheridan,” he said on a gasp. She pulled him to orgasm with every twitch and pulse of her body. He had the devil’s own time controlling the urge to spill his seed deep inside her.

  She would come first. That was the way of the Joining. He reached around and cupped her still-clamped tit.

  Sheridan’s moan ripped through him and he tugged the clip off.

  “Ah, Jesus, that hurts!”

  He rolled her nipple and kept fucking her, never giving h
er a second to breathe.

  McCallister pulled her off her hands and flush against his body. He wrapped his hand around her chest and plucked at the other clamp.

  “Enough,” she said. “I want to see you.” She reached for the mask, but he caught her hand.

  “No,” he said. “My bed, my rules. You want to come, you obey me. In all things.”

  Her body quivered. Her mind rebelled.

  Fuck you.

  “I am fucking you,” he muttered into her ear. She shuddered again.

  “Get out of my head,” she demanded breathlessly.

  “Do you want to come, Sheridan?” He toyed with the clamp, flipping it in tiny movements that made her dance against his chest.

  He continued to slowly slide in and out of her pussy, careful not to break contact with her sweet heat.

  She whimpered and nodded.

  McCallister pulled the clamp off and she slammed against him so hard, he nearly fell over backward.

  “Hurts?”

  “Hell, yeah,” she muttered.

  He brushed the flat of his palm over her stiff nipple with both speed and pressure.

  Within seconds, she was panting and groaning but she didn’t ask him to stop.

  “I think you like pain,” he murmured.

  He didn’t need her internal agreement to validate his supposition. The need in her reached out to him with a force he couldn’t escape.

  She was the most exciting partner he’d ever had. He wanted to sink into her body and fuck her forever.

  His cock swelled again.

  McCallister pushed her back to all fours. He re-wrapped her hair around his hand and started riding her sweet pussy with hard, furious thrusts.

  His breath came in floral scented gasps and green lights flashed in his peripheral vision. Pink and white dots quickly melded with the green. Her pussy clamped down hard and she stiffened then groaned.

  “Damn it, McCallister. I was so close!” She tried to drop her head. “So damn close. Why can’t I come? It’s there. I feel it.”

  McCallister tugged her head back up. “Ask me, Sheridan. Ask me for permission to come.” He slowed his pace, torturing them both with slow, full thrusts that had him at the very brink of orgasm. He stroked her back. “That’s all you have to do. Ask me.”

  No!

  She shuddered and clamped hard on his dick.

  He gasped. He was so close to coming. “Ask me, Sheridan,” he said with a low, demanding growl. “Ask me to come.”

  She whimpered. “Please?”

  He increased his pace and dropped his fangs. He was so close. He didn’t know if he was going to make it. “Please what?”

  He laid his chest along her back and tipped her head to the side. Her pulse beat rapidly against her creamy skin like a butterfly trying to escape its cocoon.

  “Please, McCallister. Let me come. Please.”

  A rush of colors, scents and pleasure buffeted him. He kissed her neck then nipped her ear. He pulled his cock to the very edge of her pussy.

  “Come now, Sheridan.”

  He plowed all the way into her cunt and she exploded around him. Her inner muscles grabbed and throbbed around him with the force of an earthquake.

  Yes!

  “Ah, fuck, yes! McCallister. Oh, my God.”

  As she thrashed on his dick, he fitted his lips to her neck and gently pierced her vein.

  She stiffened. “McCallister,” her voice was soft and hazy.

  Her blood exploded on his tongue in a frenzied conglomeration of tastes, scents and sensations. Flowers, sex, and honey all combined into one aphrodisiac he couldn’t resist.

  He stiffened and sucked even as he shot his seed deep inside her body. His entire focus was on the incredible joy filling him. He felt whole and strong with a will too great to be denied.

  “McCallister.”

  Her weak voice jarred him back to reality. He pulled his mouth free of her neck then withdrew his cock.

  He collapsed to the bed and drew her into his arms. She immediately cuddled into him, her arms wrapping around his waist with a grip as tight as her pussy.

  He pulled the mask from her eyes and she blinked at him then smiled.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  He sighed with relief at the rapidly returning strength in her voice. He kissed her long and deep, savoring every bit of her eager response.

  “We are Joined.”

  Chapter Nine

  Sheridan woke slowly. Her head was a fuzzy mess that felt like she’d had a few too many margaritas. Except she hadn’t had one since she’d left Texas. Besides, she never got hangovers. Never got sick. Never even had a cold sore for that matter.

  “Good, you’re awake.”

  McCallister’s deep voice sounded from her right. She cracked an eyelid and turned her head to stare at him.

  He hadn’t changed. Tall, sexy, and still as mysterious as the moment she’d met him. The only difference was now she knew what a fantastic sexual arsenal the man had at his disposal. Not to mention, he knew how to use every erotic weapon in ways she doubted any other person on earth could even imagine.

  “Hi.”

  She cringed. Hi? Seriously? What, are you, in junior high?

  His lips twitched and she opened her other eye before slowly sitting up.

  When his gaze dropped and his expression grew dark with hunger, she looked down and found herself naked as a jaybird. She grabbed the sheet and hauled it to her neck.

  My neck.

  Gingerly, she touched the spot where he’d bitten her. Fed from her. The entire surreal situation was still unbelievable.

  “I told you to stay out of my head,” she muttered. “Where are my clothes?”

  “In the washer.”

  She groaned. “You put leather in the washing machine? Good God, McCallister, who taught you how to do laundry?” She pushed the pillows to the headboard and scooted up against them, careful to keep the sheet at chin level.

  “I figured it out on my own. Of course, I had a ton of pink socks and briefs for about a year before I realized I should separate clothes.”

  His grin was infectious and she tried to keep herself from responding.

  No such luck. He was irresistible.

  Sheridan winked. “As I recall, last night you weren’t wearing any underwear.”

  His nostrils flared. “Mmm, so I wasn’t.”

  McCallister wasn’t the only one getting turned on. Memories of the night before flooded her mind and within seconds, her pussy was equally drenched.

  “Oh, damn, don’t do that,” he said. He checked his watch and grimaced. “I have twenty minutes to get to work and it’s a twenty-five minute drive.”

  Sheridan’s eyes widened. “Work. Holy shit! What time is it?”

  “Eight thirty-five.”

  “Damn, damn, damn.” Sheridan looked down at the sheet then back at him. “I was supposed to be at work at eight. Steve’s going to be worried and then, when he finds out I’m okay, he’s going to kill me.”

  McCallister’s wavy brown hair rustled as he shook his head. “Nah, you’re good. I called in for you.”

  She froze, all thoughts of how silky and sexy his hair was, flown. “Excuse me?”

  She did not hear him correctly. She better not have heard him correctly.

  “I called and told Steve you weren’t going to be in today.” McCallister grinned. “You have the whole day to just relax. You can catch up on your soaps or whatever.”

  She tossed the sheet aside and jumped from the bed, landing in front of him with a loud boob to chest slap.

  He grinned and she jabbed him in the chest with a stiff, and hopefully painful, finger. “What a lamebrain thing to do. What in the hell were you thinking? Crap, I can only imagine what he’s thinking. I’ve got to call him.”

  Sheridan whirled around but came up short when McCallister caught her by the waist. The naked waist.

  Heat immediately flared where his palm cupped her bare flesh
.

  She tried to push her response away but it was difficult. All she could feel was McCallister. He surrounded her and made her thinking less than clear.

  She shook off his hand and stepped out of reach. When he started to follow, she raised her palm. “Stay there.”

  “Even after last night, you still think you’re in charge?” he asked.

  Humor lit his eyes and threaded his voice.

  She scowled. “This is different. Besides, last night was an anomaly. I couldn’t help doing what you wanted because I really wanted to come. You used my body against me.”

  His smile widened.

  “Oooh, you are maddening. Where’s my phone?”

  She stomped from the room. Unlike the night before, when he appeared directly behind her, she knew.

  That knowledge made a cold chill break out on her shoulders. She didn’t want to think about how she knew.

  Her purse was on the table and she snatched it up, riffling through the small compartment until she found her phone.

  “Sheridan,” McCallister said.

  She turned as she put the cell to her ear. “Just a minute,” she whispered to him. “I have to fix this.”

  “Steve Dennison.”

  “Steve, hi!” Sheridan interjected as much enthusiasm and pep into her voice as a high school cheerleader.

  “Aames? I thought you were taking the day off.”

  Her mouth dropped open and she glared at McCallister who shrugged.

  His hair was now tied back in a ponytail, making the angles of his jaw and chin more prominent.

  She shook her head and looked away. Now was not the time for distractions, regardless of the big, sexy package they came in.

  Her pussy clenched. Her teeth followed.

  “No,” she bit out. “I am not taking the day off. There was a miscommunication. I’ll be in the office by ten.”

  “Are you sure?” Steve sounded dubious. “I agreed with McCallister that you needed some downtime after what happened with that shooting.”

  “You agreed with him?” She worked to keep her incredulity out of her voice. Apparently, she didn’t do a good job.

  “Yeah,” Steve said defensively. “He’s a cop, Sheridan. You should listen to him. Take some time off. I can re-assign the story to—”