Enslaved in Shadows

by Tigris Eden

  “Stop,” Draven muffled into her hair, “you gotta stop doing that. I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

  Her eyes met his and he could see the mischief there. Jes was only getting started. She used the wall to push her forward, the momentum strong; Draven couldn’t catch his balance in time. They fell to the floor, her legs trapped behind his back; hit the ground with a thud. She’d straddled him and was now atop him with her knees planted firmly on either side of his thighs. Mouths clashed in battle, tongues dueled for supremacy. He was desperate to get inside her. Jesminda pushed his shoulders to the ground, breaking their kiss. Slumberous eyes glazed over in want peered down at him. She was sexy, and licked her lips, tucked the bottom between her teeth and moaned. He knew she was self-conscious about her scars but he didn’t care. He’d have her any way he could. He loved her that much. That word bounced around his head like a pogo stick. When she rubbed her juices back and forth over the hot length of his cock, his mind snapped sharply to the present.

  She pulled his wolf’s growl from his lips as she slid slowly over his length. Again and again, she moved on him, placing the heat of her core directly over his straining erection. He stopped breathing entranced by her wantonness. She was poised over him; he could feel the heat of her pussy singe the head of his cock. She smelled amazing. Fresh and soft, from their shower. Willing and ready to take what he’d give.

  “I want to taste you first.” There were rocks stuck in his gut. The anticipation made him crazed. He needed to taste the sweet juices of her pussy feel it coat his tongue. He switched their positions and took control. Her fingers scored his chest and she writhed against him. Draven dipped his head and pulled a budding nipple into his mouth and massaged it gently with his tongue. Leisure nips that made her buck beneath him. He nipped harder fevered in his actions, it earned him a scream. Her nipples were sensitive. He loved it, alternated between sucking and biting. Her breasts were perfect, every man’s dream come true, full round and soft. He placed his nose in the center of her chest and breathed deep, the scent of her stronger, her island flavor ripe with want. Her hands held him there as he sucked. She jerked beneath him, her thigh brushing over his dick.

  His hands smoothed down her sides, over her belly. Seeking pleasure points, earning him more cries and lust filled moans. He kissed the path his hands touched, the journey south slow and sweet. He couldn’t wait to feast on her pussy.

  “Draven, please, please don’t stop.”

  He had no intention of stopping, not until he got to his destination. Her mewls of pleasure and cries only drove him higher. He buried his face in her heat and took a long deep breath. Honey and spice and everything right. He nuzzled her flesh infusing his nose with her scent. Her juices coated the inside of her thigh where he licked and tasted. Her legs seized as he searched. The muscles bunched into ropes, released on her sighs.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said against her thigh. He sucked her skin into the heat of his mouth felt her watching. He needed her to see how much she affected him. Draven raised his head and settled himself between her legs. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and anticipation. Her chest rose in rapid rhythm.

  “Look at me.” He ordered.

  Slowly her lashes lifted and what he saw there was enough to undo the strongest of men. Her heart was in her eyes, her doubt and her fear, all there for him to see. It moved him, up and crashed him down. Elation ran deep in his veins but mixed in was hurt. He’d take the doubt and fear away and give her power. Power to protect herself and power to love with her whole heart again. He’d give her these things and more. All she had to do was let him. He scooped his hands under her ass and brought her forward to his waiting mouth. The entire time he kept eye contact, daring her to look away.

  The first lick through her folds was fire to his tongue. His cock jerked, the sound he would have made was taken by her juices. Fuck, her flavor was nectar, succulent sweetness infused in her heat. He sucked her lips into his mouth, released them, and did it again. Her hips rose off the floor and her mouth opened on a scream.

  “Oh shit, damn.”

  Draven’s dick was throbbing and the tip was weeping for relief. Soon. He’d be inside her soon, but not before he made her come in his mouth. All her passion was going to slide down his throat. His tongue slid easily into her heat, when he pulled back she glided forward seeking his more. Her hands were on his shoulders pulling him to her as she ground her pussy against his lips. Her eagerness spurred him on. He tucked two fingers inside and latched on to her clit. He sucked and flicked with his tongue repeatedly alternating the speed, humming over her delicate skin as he loved her with his fingers. The vibrations from his tongue sent her higher and higher, but he eased back, giving her a chance to come down.

  This was about her and about her letting go. She would and he’d see her through it. All Jes had to do was trust him. He wanted her starved for him like he was starved for her. He wasn’t someone she could toss to the side once this was over. He wouldn’t let her. His tongue flicked faster on her clit. Her thighs were shaking and her walls gripped his fingers in her coming orgasm. She was close, right there and he only needed to do one thing to take her over.

  He didn’t stop penetrating her with his fingers; he lifted his mouth from her clit and replaced it with the palm of his hand. Her body was tight and strained. She continued writhing under his fingers. Her thighs honey slick with her juices and right before she exploded he bit down on her thigh, he didn’t break skin, but it was enough to send her crashing over.

  “Yesss!” The sound loud and strained, stretching her vocal cords to screeching. Draven rose above her as her body convulsed and vibrated in the aftershocks of her release and slammed in deep with one powerful thrust. They both yelled out in unison at his invasion. He pumped in a series of fast strokes, digging deeper into her body. His wolf wasn’t in the mood to slow down and give her a few spare seconds to collect herself. The wolf wanted hard. She clawed at his chest and he could smell the blood welling just beneath his skin. Her head thrashed from side to side as sweat slid from his brow down the sides of his face and dripped onto her lovely chest. Loving a woman was damn hard work, but worth every second.

  The sweat from their bodies and the scent of sex penetrated his nose. She was right, there was an undertow, and he was helpless to stop it as the waves of their mating crashed over him in rapid succession. It was pulling back and dragging him under. Fuck, he was dying inside and if this was the end, he’d meet his maker with a smile on his face. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder kissing the luscious skin as he continued to pound inside her. This position let him get deeper hitting right to the core of her. The tip of his cock sending electric pleasure back to his balls.

  Chapter 22

  Draven’s raw strength scared her at times, but like this, drenched in sweat his brows creased in concentration as he pumped into her, an endless machine with no off switch. This didn’t scare her. It did however do things to her body that should’ve been outlawed. She ached in all there right places. Tried to hold on to his shoulders but the sweat on his skin didn’t give her enough purchase. The sounds of their bodies connecting, skin slapping against skin took her to the edge and threaten to take her over. They were on the floor, body’s burning, pushing, straining for release. Her leg kicked out and hit the chair, which toppled over; Draven barely gave it notice as he canted her hips up tunneling deeper. The heat of his cock sent exorbitant amounts of ecstasy spiraling through her limbs. One leg over his shoulder the other dug deep into his left ass cheek, her hands gripped his sweat soaked shoulders and begged for mercy.

  “I can’t take any more,” she cried out when he grinded his dick into her soaked pussy.

  “I didn’t ask if you could.” The sweat collected on his chin dripping in an endless beat as it hit her bare breasts. This was so over-powering, emotionally and physically she couldn’t comprehend most of what her senses were telling her. Immense heat, love soaked saturated bliss consumed her
. Her body tightened her gut spasmed with the telltale signs of what was surely going to be the biggest orgasm in her life. Her body stressed in exertion, causing seizure like tremors to take over her muscles. She took a deep breath, tried to stave off the coming storm. Needed to hold out a little longer. Draven rose up high above her and dropped his head, taking her nipple into his mouth. The pressure he applied pulled on the invisible string that led right to her clit. He tugged, she moaned. He bit gently, then more fiercely. Jes screamed, to hold off by the determination to wait for more. Her body was being finely tuned to break over the edge of a ride she didn’t want to get off.

  “Draven, fuck me harder. Deeper,” She wailed into his shoulder biting down to stop the screams from stripping her throat raw. Their sweat soaked bodies slammed into one another over and over again as his thrust picked up speed, took her senses up another level. Everything from the hairs on her head to the tips of her toes tingled. Sex in sense-a-color. She could feel it all, the amazing sensory overload of him taking possession of her body. Draven pulled her other leg over his shoulders.

  “What a pretty sight this is.” his voice soaked in honey, slow and controlled as he watched her open for him, waited. She watched in awe as he rose, high above her, pulled back to where only the head of his cock lay at her opening. Time stopped, suspended in the moment of ardent anticipation. Her breath ceased. His arms were tight, muscles bunched as he strained to hold himself up. His chest was gleaming, soaked with their sweat. His breath sawed in and out of his chest, short hard bursts of air that cooled her skin. All the signs his control had cracked.

  He rocked forward, brought her hips up off the carpet with the force of his body, and fucked her in earnest. She couldn’t hold on so she braced her legs under her thighs holding herself open to his thrusts. The carpet burned. She could feel her tailbone bump the floor beneath the carpet, denting the pad beneath. The baser animal that was Draven’s counterpart was pulsing underneath his skin. She could see it in the way his muscles bulged. His eyes were wolf-like now. A penetrating green bathed in gold. She pushed her fingers into his hair and latched on, the pit of her stomach expanding, trying to accommodate the need that built inside. Taking her to another level she hadn’t known existed. An abysmal pit of lust, never ending lust, broke the strongest of her walls. Right when she thought she was going over the edge, he took one of her legs and bit down on the inside of her calf. Jes’s throat would never be the same. The scream erupted with such force she almost choked. Him and his biting was going to get her killed. And it wouldn’t be a little death either, it’d be huge. Colossal!

  “Fuck!”

  The pressure of his teeth and the sharp tip of his canines sent her crashing over the edge free falling out of the sky into the depths of her orgasm. Her throat was raw, gutted, torn to pieces. She screamed until she couldn’t scream anymore. Her body tried to relax and couldn’t, she was strung so tight she vibrated, shattered over and over as mini-orgasms rocked her more. Draven pushed her legs down into the crook of his arms and bent his body forward grinding his hips, putting more pressure on her clit. He took her over the edge again before her first orgasm even had a chance to ebb. He threw her out into the universe, brought her back to earth, only to tilt the very axis of her existence. She was given, ruined and she knew it. How much longer could she run from him?

  Jesminda tugged him down for a kiss before the tears could leak from her eyes. She savored the feel of their lips, their tongues sliding against each other. She could hear the blood pounding between her ears. The waves of her orgasm spread from the center of her stomach out to touch the edges of her being. His strokes became bruising as he continued to pound into her. She opened her eyes could see the muscles in his neck bulge. Draven broke the kiss and dropped his head into the crook of her neck. He bit down hard and she felt him swell inside to a pain-pleasure fullness as his cock pulsed his release.

  The walls of her pussy clamped down and Draven let out a ragged moan of pleasure as he slowed his thrusts. One, two, three, short jabs and his movement stopped. His big warm body collapsed on hers. He hugged her close to his chest, their hearts rapidly beating as one.

  If she took the chance to see where this led them, would the outcome still be the same as it was with Marcus? Stop punishing yourself, and him. They both deserved a chance, right?

  Sighing deeply she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

  “Okay.” She whispered. Small baby steps. Really tiny ones.

  “Just okay?” Came his muffled voice.

  She giggled, men and their egos.

  “More than okay, I mean, I was just saying okay.”

  Draven lifted his head to stare down at her lifting a brow in question.

  “Don’t read minds last time I checked.” He sniffed the air trying to sort out her emotions, but when he didn’t say anything, and stared. It made her uncomfortable. She pushed back on his shoulders and scooted back from their joined hips to displace them. They both hissed at the separation and loss of warmth.

  “You’re not making this any easier for me you know?” Jesminda said.

  “I can smell your resolve, but again, I’m no mind reader, what have you decided?” He sat up crossing his arms over his chest. All that muscle, hell all that man. He would drive her to distraction for the rest of her days.

  “Men are daft!”

  “No, I am not mind reader.” Draven said softly. He reached forward pulling her into his lap, they were sticky from their lovemaking, and he didn’t seem to care. Love making? That was some intense love making, more like love crashing.

  “Tell me what you’re okay with. I know it’s not my love making skills. I’m a beast in bed.” He grinned and she punched him in the stomach. Draven grabbed both her hands and brought them to his mouth to kiss. He looked down at her from underneath his lashes and pinned her with a stare. He wanted the answer to the million-dollar question. What was she okay with? Them? Not completely but she’d try.

  “I’m saying that yes, okay, everything will work itself out in the end. I’m saying that I want to try this thing between us out, see where it takes us.” She wasn’t about to lay her heart out for him to see, not yet.

  “Ah, I see,” his voice dark, filled with hunger. He kissed the top of her head and turned her in his arms for hug.

  “Just so we’re clear. This is going to take time. I’m not saying we’re together now. Or that it will end up that way. I’m agreeing things will work themselves out. I can’t make you any promises.” She continued.

  “I love you Jesminda.”

  Shit! He fucking said the words. Jes waited for the fear and panic to set in. Nothing. She was still in his arms; she’d flinched a little but... No, there it was. Waiting to strike her speechless. Jes’s body tensed and small shoots of pain radiated from the center of her body attacking her nerves. Things happened so fast, tested her limits. She didn’t get the chance to stop and take a break, or smell the roses for that matter. Men and their not so subtle ultimatums. He had the finesse of a damn rattlesnake. His mouth was quick and his words always got straight to the point. What did he want? Was he really expecting her to just lay it all out on the table? You need to say the words. She knew she needed to say them, wanted to, but they got stuck in her throat, burned. Inside her body threatened to explode.

  So many crossroads, too many, and him at the apex of most, if not all of them.

  “This thing tests us baby, I tried to stop the fire from spreading.” Draven’s chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath and she watched in horror as words she wanted to say, needed to say, wouldn’t surface. Still he held her, even though she’d flinched. Her body rejected the words. What the hell is wrong with you? Speak up, say it before he leaves.

  “I tried to stop the fire from spreading,” he said again her hands in his. “Distance and time and so many choices were left to make, but in the end,” he hesitated. “In the end it will always be you. There will never come a time when the choice will
be different Jes. Never.”

  So much conviction and feeling in those words. Her insides melted and her entire body was impetuous and ready for round two. Still she faltered. Say the words. Jes cleared her throat, and Draven stared down at her, cradled her in his lap.

  “The fire is here Jes.” He placed her hand over his heart.

  “It burns for you, for Faith, and for our bed.”

  Why couldn’t she say the fucking words! Coward.

  “Are you going to say anything, anything at all?” His voice shook. She was hurting him, by not saying the words he wanted to hear. She saw it in his eyes.

  She watched his throat work as he swallowed and his jaw tightened in irritation. How many times was she going to leave this man hanging? Just say the fucking words! Her mind screamed at her, but her voice was trapped, beating down the walls of her throat trying to break free. Each pounding her throat took as the words tried to escape, her heart would thrash harder. She was killing herself from the inside out, and still couldn’t even whisper the words she knew he wanted to hear.

  “I… it’s really,” she staggered the words even as she berated herself for not saying them. Tears began to fall heatedly down her cheeks and her body shook from the sobs she tried to hold in.

  Draven tugged her into his chest. Wrapped both hands into her hair and tugged down, forcing her to look up at him. She didn’t know what she saw on his face, pain, disappointment, or betrayal. All those terms were correct in her case and deep down she knew she loved this man on a visceral level. Just like he’d tried to stop, she’d tried to block the storm of emotions that continuously battered her heart over and over trying to break in.

  Once she’d let the flood gates open, so much raw sensation had put her into constant overload just being near him. Her body and sentience were attuned to him in all ways. He had to know she loved him, had to! Deep down she knew he did, but a man needed to hear the words just as much a woman did.