Bound at the Ball (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Lea Barrymire

  She sighed in relief when he climbed between her thighs. His weight was a comfort, a promise that the need would end in something spectacular. She widened her legs in hopes that he would finally enter her and take the throbbing away.

  “Gods, Rella, you’re so wet. Wrap your legs around me, love.”

  She complied, linking her ankles over his ass. She tried to pull him to her, tried to force him to give in and finally stroke her where she most needed it. She whimpered when he chuckled.

  “Stop it, little girl, or I’ll restrain your legs. I’ll make it all better, I promise, just let me do this right.”

  His words had barely filtered through the haze of lust before she felt the head of his cock push slowly into her vaginal opening. A shudder of need tempered with fear shimmied down her spine. The stretch she could feel with just the tip of him inside her body was enough to still her movements. Pressure built as he pushed steadily into her channel. A warrior’s strength and a mated male’s patience had him fully in her and waiting above her with gritted teeth.

  “Okay?”

  She nodded, afraid her voice would shake too much. She felt full, stretched, complete. It hadn’t really hurt, but she was glad he’d stilled once he’d fully entered her.

  “I’m going to move, but if it hurts you need to tell me.”

  The first rock of his hips pulled a gasp from her lips. The second brought a moan. By the third she could feel the heat that had been overshadowed by the new sensations rebuilding, doubling in intensity. Each stroke of his cock against her folds, each time he ground his body against her clit, she could feel the flames growing. The familiar feel of an orgasm was present, but the feeling was so much more intense.

  The slick slide of his shaft in and out of her body in the timeless movements of mating had her gasping for breath. Her chest felt tight, compressed by the connection between them. Their two bodies moving in synchronized passion. Each pump of his hips brought wicked sensations. Her clit was rubbed, torturing a cry from her lips.

  Soft lips wrapped around her nipple, and she opened eyes she couldn’t remember closing. The feel of his hot mouth wrapped around her nub shot warmth to her already pulsing clit. The flick of his tongue was almost too much. Her body clenched instinctively, and she whimpered. She wanted to come so badly it almost hurt. Every muscle was poised, ready to spasm with her release.

  “Come for me, Rella. Come around my cock. Join us as mates.” His warm breath blew across the nipple he’d just been licking. A shot of flame coursed from the nub to her clit. She groaned.

  Fingers slid between their sweat-slicked skin and lightly circled her clit. It was all too much for her to hang on to. The feel of his shaft spearing her in strong strokes, his finger on her clit drove her closer to her release. It took moments that felt like an eternity to send her over the edge. Her body tensed and shook as white-hot pleasure coursed through her. She cried out, shouting his name as the world dissolved in a river of passion. It went on and on, rolling over her with each stroke of him inside her.

  The sound of her name on his lips pulled her from the sex-fuzzed bliss, but his release, hot and pulsing, threw her into another orgasm. Her cries answered his as she milked his cock of his seed.

  She groaned when he withdrew, trying to hold him to her. She felt bereft and cold when he stood. Her eyes finally focused on his face, and the tender look he gave her calmed some of the feelings of abandonment.

  “Shh. I’ll be right back.” He released her wrists quickly. “Stay there.”

  Lying on the bed, slowly cooling as the heat from their mating dissipated, she felt tears prickle behind her eyes. She snorted at her own weakness. Get over it, girlie. He just took you as his mate. There’s no reason for tears. Sucking in a deep breath, she calmed some of the ache in her chest. That was all true. She was now a mated female, but why had he left her? Why wasn’t he wrapped around her, holding her?

  “What’s the frown for, Rella?”

  She hadn’t seen or heard his return. She felt a blush creep across her cheeks. She thought for a single moment to lie, to brush away his question, but where would that get her? He was asking her for information, trying to solve her discomfort. It was better to answer him truthfully. She sighed. “I was wondering why you left me after what we shared. I was feeling sorry for myself.”

  “Hmm. Well, I was starting a bath for you. You’ll be pretty sore in a little bit.” He leaned over her and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I never want you to worry that I’m abandoning you. I will see to your needs, though.”

  A bath? He’d drawn her a bath? She blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. No one had thought to take care of her, especially when it came to something as simple as comfort. Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. She kissed him with all the emotions she was keeping bottled. She poured her thanks, her vulnerability into the embrace.

  When they broke apart, she was breathing heavy. She grinned when she saw that his eyes had darkened again and was breathing just as heavy. She squeaked when he pulled her into his arms and lifted her from the bed. A sigh escaped her lips when he strode to the bathing room with her firmly in his arms. She felt safe and so treasured that her chest was tight with emotions.

  “You will sit in here and relax for a moment. If you get out before I come back for you, I will definitely take that as disobedience and may have to tickle you.” His words, along with a quick flexing of his fingers against her ribs, had her laughing and nodding at his instructions.

  Sliding into the hot water was one of the most decadent things she’d ever done. He had scented it with a floral oil that smelled like her favorite garden flowers after a new rain. The smell was comforting and wonderful, chasing away the last memory of the Linax oil. She sighed and melted into the bath. If this was what being mated meant, she was going to really love being Sabar’s woman.

  Chapter 13

  Soft kisses moved across her shoulder. Rella batted at the intrusion, grumbling in her sleep. She’d been dreaming of Sabar and making love in his bed. Now she was being pulled from the warm cocoon of his arms. She rolled over and found a warm chest that vibrated below her cheek with a chuckle.

  “Wake up, my sleeping beauty. We have much to do today.” More soft kisses fluttered over her closed eyes.

  “Don’t want to. Then it won’t be real.” Another laugh rumbled under her face, and she batted at him with an uncoordinated swing. She grumbled, more awake than she’d been moments before. “Don’t laugh at me.”

  “I’m not laughing at you. I’m happy and chuckling over your lack of manners when you’re waking.” A firmer kiss was pressed to her forehead. “Come on. We’ve got first meal to eat, and then we’re going to get your medallion.”

  That one word did the trick. Rella was fully awake and standing in the middle of the room before she fully realized she’d stood. Her medallion. Her proof that he’d really chosen her. The idea made her stomach flutter with a combination of elation and fear. What if he decided he didn’t want to keep her? The look of pure masculine possessiveness that stole across his face when he looked over her naked body quelled her fears. He wanted her, had already chosen.

  With a grin, she turned and sauntered into the bathing room, swinging her hips with a little extra sway. She almost laughed as she listened to him scurry off the bed behind her. They’d shared each other’s bodies throughout the night, teasing, touching, tasting. She’d learned how to please him with her mouth and her hands. He’d taught her so much about sharing pleasures. The memories heated her blood and made her almost giddy. He’d take her in the shower, she was sure of it. She’d be able to feel him deep within her body, moving and bringing them both to wonderful release. A flood of moisture between her thighs almost made her laugh. He’d taught her how to please him, but he’d also taught her body to crave his. Just the thought of him moving inside her had her panting.

  She turned to find him staring at her from t
he bed. His naked body was a masterpiece. Tanned skin shone in the low light, his cock erect and darker than the surrounding skin. Her mouth watered at the view, remembering what it tasted like to have him on her tongue. She took a step toward him, hoping he’d let her lick him again.

  “Stop, naughty girl. You can’t look at me like that. We have too much to do today to stay in bed all day. Go clean up. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

  She groaned when he turned and walked to the door. All that naked splendor made her want to lick him from head to toe. She never thought she’d be a sexual deviant, but the things she wanted to do to his body were depraved. With a shudder, she turned and entered the bathing room.

  Rella rushed to get cleaned up. She hadn’t been allowed out of his bedroom throughout the night. She was curious to see what the rest of the house looked like without the painful haze from the day before. She dressed in a simple tunic that she found in his closet. It was long enough to cover her knees. She laughed to herself, feeling like a small girl wearing her father’s shirt.

  The hallway was quiet when she stepped from the bedroom. She walked on silent feet toward the rest of the dwelling, peeking into a few open doorways while she made her way to the kitchen. She was quite amazed that the house was so well provisioned for being a house solely owned by a single warrior. Beautiful artwork hung on the walls in each room she looked into. The floors were covered in wonderful rugs made in earthen colors.

  The kitchen was her favorite room in the house. It had an unobstructed view of the sky, allowing bright morning light to fill it. The first sun was already high, spilling yellow sunshine onto a large island covered in the makings for breakfast. Sizzling reached her ear just as the smell of food cooking tickled her nose. Her stomach growled loudly in response. She hadn’t eaten in days, and her body was reminding her of that fact with a cramp and a flood of nausea.

  “Oh, gods, Rella. Go sit down. You’re so pale. I’d forgotten you hadn’t eaten anything.”

  Sabar’s voice came to her, but she didn’t see him right away. She looked around and finally spotted him behind the island. He was digging something out of the cupboards. He stared at her with concern etched in the wrinkles around his eyes. She thought for a moment to argue that she should be the one cooking because it was her job now that she was his mate, but another wave of dizziness and cramps made her accept his directive. She scurried to the table and slumped onto a chair, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

  “Here, eat this.” A bowl of fruit was shoved under her nose.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. The first piece of pink flesh to touch her tongue made her groan. She chewed and swallowed chunk after chunk of the sweet fruits, barely tasting the first few as she tried to stem the hunger.

  By the time she’d cleaned out the bowl, drinking the juice that had collected in the bottom, Sabar was approaching the table with the rest of the food. He placed a platter next to her and pulled out the chair closest to her. Having him so close was like flipping a switch in her body. She went from being hungry for food to being hungry for his body. She could almost feel her brain change from one craving to the other.

  “Thank you for making our meal.” She reached out and stroked his hand, unsure if he’d allow her to touch him outside the bedroom. She looked up into his face and left out a shaky breath when she saw the smile on his lips.

  “You are most welcome. Eat. The fruit won’t keep you satisfied for long.”

  I know what would satisfy me. You slathered in this food and me licking it from your skin. She chuckled at her own naughty thoughts while she reached out and scooped up fried roots and eggs. The image her thoughts provoked was tantalizing and very risqué.

  “What’s the laugh for, and, oh, Rella…are you blushing? What thoughts are you having, mate of mine?”

  She nearly choked on the mouthful of food she was chewing. “Um. Nothing?”

  “Oh, are we back to hiding things from me again? Do we need to play the truth game again, hmm?”

  She shook her head even as she opened her mouth to answer him. “I don’t want to tell you.”

  Sabar sighed, and she caught a glimpse of irritation in his eyes before he pulled her from her chair and placed her on his lap. He positioned her how he wanted, legs off one side, her side snugged close to his chest. His arms were so strong, even while she struggled and sputtered he continued holding her to him with one hand on her hip and the other on her head.

  “Shh. Stop struggling. You will sit here and answer my questions and eat. A new game I think. Every answer you give without me asking repeatedly will get you some food and a prize.” He stroked her head, running his hand through her hair. “If you hide from me or lie, then you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  She huffed. Of course she understood. She wasn’t a simpleton. Warriors and their games. She nodded before he could pinch her ass. At least she’d learned something the night before. She watched a mischievous light enter his eyes. Oh gods, now what was he thinking?

  “Good. First, you will eat this bite of food. I’ll ask my question after you swallow.”

  A fork with eggs and root pieces materialized in front of her mouth and she opened like an obedient little bird. Chewing gave her a moment to think. He obviously was going to ask her about her naughty thoughts, but perhaps she could turn it around on him. She grinned when she swallowed. Two could play this game, and maybe she could quench her hungers at the same time.

  * * * *

  He watched the grin spread across her lips and wondered what had prompted the look. She definitely hadn’t been happy moments before about playing along. She was crafty, and he loved that about her. It reminded him of the look she’d given him when they woke. She’d nearly eaten him alive with her eyes, caressing his body with her gaze. When she’d licked her lips while staring at his cock, he almost came like an untried adolescent.

  “Have you swallowed like a good girl?” Oh, that question was so much better asked with her on her knees and my cock in her mouth. He groaned at his own wayward thought.

  “Oh, yes, Sabar. I swallowed just like you wanted me to, and it was delicious.”

  He watched in rapt fascination as she licked her lips. His cock twitched with the provocative image. The glint of evil intent in her eyes gave him pause. Oh, she wanted to play naughty? He would give her naughty.

  “Hmm. My first question, then. What were you thinking a few moments ago that had you blushing?”

  She only hesitated for a moment before looking away from his face and blushing anew. He loved the look of her innocence, knowing that a wicked woman hid behind all the bluster.

  “I was thinking about licking food from your body.”

  The simple statement blasted straight to his straining member. Gods. The thought of having her licking and biting as she ate her meal from his body was torturous. The idea of her tongue flicking across his nipples, or her sucking fruit from his cock, had his member twitching against his belly. He groaned. Why had he wanted to know so badly? Now he’d have aching balls until they had time to take care of his needs.

  She wiggled in his lap, brushing against his cock and pulling a hiss from his lips. “I have an idea for a game that would help you. Would you like to know what it is?”

  Her innocent tone was so deceptive but he wanted nothing more than to hear her whispering sexy things in his ear. He nodded and grabbed her hips to still her movements.

  Rella leaned forward and placed her lips on the shell of his ear, breathing out a soft stream of warm air. A shiver ran down his body. The novice becomes the temptress. “I will feed you if you will let me ride you. I want your cock inside me, moving and thrusting.”

  His breath caught in his chest. Holy mother of all that’s sacred. Blinding need rushed through his body so fast he had trouble breathing through it. He lifted her from his lap and nearly ripped his pants open to free his throbbing shaft. When his eyes lit on her, he closed his eyes on the vision. She stood in front of h
im, covered in one of his shirts, with nothing else on underneath. She’d raised the edge of the shirt to bare her naked mound already glistening in her honey.

  “This isn’t going to be slow, Rella. I’m going to take you hard and fast.”

  He reached for her and sighed when she came readily to his hands. With nothing more than a tensing of his muscles, he had her hovering over his cock. Her hands shot out and steadied herself on his shoulders. When he lowered her onto his shaft, she sighed and closed her eyes, a look of peace on her face. He groaned with the feel of soft, wet warmth wrapped around his member. Nothing had ever felt so good. Every moment of every day would be perfect if he could spend it deep inside Rella’s cunt.

  “Mmm, that feels so good.” Her sigh was music to his ears.

  “Were you not supposed to be feeding me, mate of mine? Wasn’t that the game you suggested?”

  “Oh.” She shook her head and he grinned at the passion-haze that clouded her eyes. She bent to the side, squeezing his shaft with the movement. Perhaps reminding her of the game hadn’t been the best idea if he came before he’d even started stroking inside her pussy. She grabbed the bowl of roots and selected one with her dainty fingers before holding it to his lips. He engulfed the food and her fingertips with his mouth. He listened to her gasp and quiet moan as he licked and sucked her fingers while they were between his lips.

  “And weren’t you supposed to be riding me if I let you feed me?” His whisper pulled a lovely blush and gasp from her. He grinned. Their food was going to get cold.

  “Yes. That is what you agreed to.” She placed the bowl on the table and braced her hands on his shoulder. She leaned forward and placed a kiss to his lips, down his chin to the hollow behind his ear. The soft puffs of air that fluttered over his skin as she moved were almost enough to make him come. She rose slowly and descended faster. Slow up, fast down became her rhythm, torturously slow. He wanted to grab her and increase the speed, thrust into her movements, but instead he just sat and enjoyed. Letting her take her pleasure from him was sensually sweet. Listening to her gasping and sighing as she fed her own need pushed him closer to his own release.