Bonded In Shadows: A Shadow Unit Novella Page 9

  “That’s it Deva, succumb to the darkness, let us bring you to the light.” Ronin said against her lips. His mouth fused with hers in a desperate kiss until she couldn’t tell if it was the silk at her neck or his mouth that was making her breathless.

  She did slide into the darkness, a peaceful kind, where she was floating and free to be loved by both men. Weightless, but wrapped in a blanket of trust. She’d completely given up control, allowing them to direct her mind, body, and orgasm. Royce scrapped the side of her neck with his fangs, her thighs clenched around Ronin who let out a low moan as he continued pulling the fabric. The silk was pulled tighter and Bells breathing labored. Inhale, exhale,…pause…inhale, exhale…pause. She instinctively grabbed her throat, but Royce pulled her arms away guiding them behind her back. It put her breasts on blatant display, and Ronin took them as an offering as his mouth latched onto first one nipple and then the other. Royce controlled her movements as she sat astride Ronin’s cock, pushing her forward and pulling her back. She teetered on the edge, her orgasm just out of reach. Eyes shut tight, her body jerked as a powerful punch of lust spread outward igniting her entire being with extreme heat. When orgasm finally reached her, Bells felt her skin burst into flames. Literally. Hundreds of sparks of electricity detonated outward into ultimate bliss as a scream of unimaginable ecstasy made its way past her lips. She could only imagine what the three of them looked like covered in flames. It wasn’t a burst of power she let go so no one was in any danger, this fire, this passion was a show of love.

  “Beautiful Deva, absolutely beautiful.” She heard Ronin’s voice in the darkness but couldn’t open her eyes for fear she’d lose the feeling. Royce was whispering how much he loved her and needed her like his next breath when she finally came down from her orgasm.

  She felt when both men found release but couldn’t form a single word. Her body well satisfied, she was exhausted. The feeling of being loved pulled her into a deep, languid sleep. When she finally woke, she woke with a smile on her face.

  “I want to stay in bed for another round.” She laughed, but immediately sighed when she felt not one, but two stiff cocks pressing on either side of her thighs. The silk lay against her skin in waves as it stretched across her body, a dark contrast to her flushed toned. She was still glowing from their attentions.

  “It can most definitely be arranged love.” Royce said against her back, pressing small kisses along the base of her neck while massaging the muscles along her back.

  Ronin dug his fingers into her hair and brought her face forward, kissing her forehead. He was better about staying in bed now. Out of the three of them, he didn’t sleep as much. He’d wake in the middle of the night to play his music, or play with her, depending on his mood.

  “Deva, we have to get out of bed, your becoming insatiable, and I don’t know if my dick can handle another round.”

  She laughed when he gave her his serious look.

  “Spoil sport.”

  Ronin offered her one of his rare heart-melting smiles, the ones reserved just for her. He never smiled openly. But when he gave her that smile, she cherished those moments and kept them close to her heart.

  “Stop putting mushy words into my brother’s head baby.” Royce nipped her shoulder and pulled her away from Ronin and into his arms.

  “I’m not doing that.” Bells complained as she reached her arms out for Ronin. She shared a deep connection with both men. Each different from the other, but she also shared something deeper that touched all three of them on a level of intensity that scared her. She wasn’t used to being cherished and love so much. She was a slave to it. Craved in on a level beyond addiction.

  “Oh but you are Deva, Royce doesn’t like that I’m the more sensitive one.”

  “Bullshit.” Royce countered back. “I’m so deep, I’m bottomless.”

  Ronin smirked.

  She loved their bantering back and forth. In the beginning, it made her feel like an outsider in their relationship. They communicated via their head chat and at times she felt bad when she had to ask them to speak out loud so she could be a part of their conversation. They couldn’t read her thoughts either, but it would be cool if the three of them could have a conversation together in their heads, with just one another.

  “What were you thinking Ronin?”

  Bells watched as his silver eyes darkened to a blue-black. It made the features in his face more pronounced. The corners of his mouth turned up in a devilish smile as he voiced his thoughts.

  “I was thinking about silk scarves, about how I had you screaming my name, how I didn’t want you to stop, and that if Royce tried to take you from me again I was going to tie him to that chair in the corner, and make him watch me fuck you blind. It would have driven him nuts.”

  Now that was a visual, Bells thought to herself as Ronin pulled her from his brother’s arms. They did this a lot. Made her think they were fighting over her, when really, they were trying to see who could make her die of sexual frustration first, or smile and laugh the hardest. It was a game she enjoyed immensely.

  “Stop lying to her, and tell her word for word what you told me.”

  Royce pulled Bells into a sitting position on his lap. His back pressed to the headboard as he held her arms behind her back, presenting her to his brother. She loved when they did this, knew her morning was about to be rocked beyond her wildest imagination all over again.

  “Showing someone how much you want them is better than talking about it.”

  Bells couldn’t agree more.

  # # #

  “This is not a community. This is a cult. Like you see on one of those television shows.” Enola complained as Draven pulled into the compound. The reaction Jes’ mother made gave him second thoughts about bringing her family here. Blurring the lines between immortals and humans was never a good idea. What the hell had he been thinking?

  “Enola, I can assure you this is not a cult. If you would prefer to stay somewhere more local. I can arrange that.”

  “It just may be for the best.” Jesminda whispered, low enough so only he could hear.

  They’d both talked to Faith last night and explained that her grandparents would not understand that she was different. He knew his daughter was too young to understand. His mate had made it a game of secrets, and Faith had loved the idea of not telling her mother’s family about her true nature. She’d promised Faith that at the end of their visit, they could do anything she wanted, if she kept their secret. His daughter wanted everyone at the Shadow Unit to turn the war room into a theater for her to watch all the Toy Stories and both Despicable Me 1 and 2. What else could they do? Looks like there was going to be a movie night for the team in the near future.

  “So what you’re saying Mr. Stone is that you don’t want us here. That we should have never arrived in the first place.”

  “No ma’am, that’s not what I’m saying. I just want you and your family to be comfortable.”

  Draven pulled the SUV to a stop in front of the main house where both his parents stood along with Asia.

  Fuck.

  “What is she doing here?” Jesminda asked.

  “Hell if I know. Let’s just get your parents and grandmother settled. My father is up to something again.”

  Jes stepped out of the car to help her father with the bags, his parents came to greet them with Asia in tow. He couldn’t do what he wanted to do, which was call his father out. Not right now at least. With his mates’ family present he had to keep his cool.

  “Welcome to my home.” Antony said taking Enola’s hand in his and raising it to his mouth for a kiss.

  “Thank you for having us on such short notice.” Jes’ father said as he greeted Draven’s parents.

  “You must be Jesminda’s father, Joseph?”

  “Yes, and my lovely wife Enola and her mother Inara.”

  Mara greeted both women with a genuine smile on her face.

  “Nana, I have three nana’s now.” Faith said
smiling, holding Inara’s hand.

  “You do baby girl. Why don’t we show them where they will be staying while they’re here? You want to help me do that?”

  Faith nodded her head and began to pull Inara’s hand. When Cyrian pulled the final piece of luggage from the car Draven noticed that his father had become agitated.

  “Who is this? I didn’t know Jesminda had a brother.”

  “Oh this is Cyrian; he’s a family friend and insisted he join us for the trip.” Joseph said as he followed his wife and mother-in-law.

  “Mr. Stone, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Both Aidan and Draven had nothing but positive things to say about their father.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes sir.”

  Draven watched as both men shook hands. After a brief sizing up, Cyrian looked Asia’s way and smiled.

  “You’re Aidan’s mate.”

  “Soon to be Draven’s mate now that Aidan is no longer with us.”

  Jes stiffened and Draven immediately went to her side pulling her into his arms. Her body was tense and he knew nothing positive would come of the two of them facing off. Cyrian looked between the three of them with a scowl.

  “Draven, if you intend to enact the old laws, I must tell you I disagree.” Cyrian said. His old friend had not been happy about him and Jes, why he wasn’t sure. Asia’s comment was only making things worse.

  “It wasn’t Draven; I’ve enacted the old law. Which is clearly within my right as alpha of this pack.”

  “It’s not going to happen Cy, you have nothing to worry about. I have nothing but the truest of intentions for Jesminda and our daughter Faith.”

  Jes pulled from Draven’s arms and addressed his father directly.

  “If you dislike me so much, why invite us to your home? Why go through all the theatrics?”

  “Why is she even speaking about things concerning pack matters?” Asia asked.

  Jes looked the other woman’s way, her eyes turning a dark shade of gold.

  “Why are you even here? You think I don’t know what you’re up to. First you’re with Draven, then his brother Aidan when you found out he was to be alpha? But he’s gone. Now you want Draven, is that it?”

  “This doesn’t concern you human.” Asia growled.

  “It has everything to do with me. Draven made his choice, he chose me. Not you.”

  “Jes is right Asia, you don’t belong here and if it wasn’t for my father inviting you here, I’d have made you leave the moment you showed up with the intention to start trouble.” Draven looked to his father and said quietly. “We’ve had this fight once already. I told you if you ever make me choose between you and Jes it would be her. Regardless if you feel pack comes first, when it comes to my mate, my child, they will always come before you, before pack.”

  “Don’t be so quick to voice your thoughts. You’ll find yourself feeling different about things. You bring her family here into our home, her mother all but sneered at me before she put her nose in the air. Humans and wolves do not mix.”

  “I’m no longer human!” Jes breathed harshly. “I may not know what the hell I am, but you don’t have to treat me like an outsider.”

  “But you are an outsider. Coming into my son’s life with a child and trapping him. If it wasn’t for you, he would be doing what’s best for the pack.”

  “That’s enough!” Draven said. “If you mess up Faith’s birthday ritual or her other birthday party, I swear you will regret the day you were born. Do you hear me! Have Sam get that bitch with a child. Hell, there are plenty of single males here who wouldn’t mind the honor. But I refuse it. I won’t do it.”

  Cyrian stepped up to Jesminda and took her into his arms which only served to piss Draven off more.

  “And you, stay away from Jesminda. She is not that person. Look somewhere else. Don’t go filling her head with bullshit. I know why you’re here Cyrian. She is not the person you seek.”

  Draven yanked Jesminda from Cyrian and marched them both into the house.

  “Stop manhandling me Draven."

  “Jes just be quiet.”

  She glared at him, but said nothing else as he pulled her up the stairs to their room. Slamming the door shut, Draven all but mauled her when he got her onto the bed. Punishing her with his kisses. How could she even think he would choose to be with anyone else over her? She was everything. The best of everything. He kissed her until she was no longer trying to get away from him. He didn’t care who heard them, he needed to be balls deep inside of the only woman he ever truly loved. It took him two seconds to shred through her clothes, and another second for him to get out of his, and then he was back to kissing her.

  “Draven,” she whispered against his jaw.

  “Shhh. I’ll be quick. I promise.”

  They were both in a hurry. Kissing, biting, and scratching their way to get closer to the other. Draven pushed a hand between Jes legs and groaned when he found her wet.

  “I’m starving for you.”

  Her legs opened further and Draven moved so he could look at her splayed open before him. He took his time, as he looked his fill of her body. Her eyes glazed over, her breathing erratic as it kept time with the pulse at her throat. Draven closed his eyes and thanked whatever Gods saw fit to bestow someone upon him as loving and understanding as her. There were no words to explain how he felt. It wouldn’t do justice to the immense feelings she sparked inside of him.

  Pulling her forward and resting her thighs on his, he fell forward plunging inside. He watched as her hands grabbed the sides of his arms as he pounded into her over and over again. Their bodies slapped against each other creating heat and sweat. Jes lifted her lips to Draven, seeking his kiss. He took her mouth while thrusting into her harder, and deeper than he’d ever gone before, sinking her body deeper into the mattress with every thrust of his hips. The headboard was their timer as it continuously hit the wall scratching the paint. Draven grinded up against her clit with his pelvis and took pleasure in her orgasm as it coated his cock with her juice, the tip of his head pulsing to the point of pleasure mixed with pain as he swelled further inside her.

  “God. God. God!” She screamed into their empty room, until the sound of her voice was his undoing. His back arched as he drove forward and he could feel his orgasm chasing hers. It made his toes tingle and his body break out in goose bumps. Draven came harder and hotter than he had in all his life, his gut bottomed out until there was nothing left inside for him to give. Still connected he turned them on their side and kissed her nose.

  “I had no idea you thought I was a God,” he joked, lovingly moving away the strands of hair sticking to her forehead by sweat.

  “Shut up.” Laughing Jes tried to pull away, but Draven was having none of that.

  “Nah, I think I like that you think I’m a God.”

  “You wish.”

  “I already got what I wished for. So I’m good on all fronts.”

  Jes smiled warmly, as she peered into his eyes. Seeing his own reflection of love cast back at her, warmed his heart. Things were finally starting to settle down, at least for now.

  “We need to get up and go see to my parents.”

  “Fine. You deal with your mother, she strikes me as the type of woman who doesn’t take to being told to shut up.”

  “She’s a pain in the ass, I know.”

  “Yeah she is, but you handle her. I’ll take care of the thing with Asia and my dad.”

  “What about Cyrian?”

  “Yeah, him too.”

  # # #

  Jes stepped out into the hall after her shower and was greeted by Cyrian. Draven was still in the bathroom, lingering under the hot spray.

  “Never pegged you for the vocal type Jes.” Cyrian said.

  Cyrian was a giant of a man. She’d forgotten how tall he was. Eyes the color of topaz, a pale, clear gold that reflected the light. His hair was a messy, sooty black that looked silver when the light hit it just right.

 
He could be scary when he wanted to, and it looked like he was now in intimidation mode.

  “Why are you here? Don’t tell me it’s because of Faith’s party. What is it you and Draven are not saying?”

  Cyrian took a menacing step forward, crowding her into a wall.

  “You’ve broken so many laws. I don’t know which infraction to bring up first.”

  “Laws? Broken? How, because I’m no longer human? It’s not my fault I was tortured.”

  She didn’t have any control over what was done to her body. Humans couldn’t be made into Vampiri or Lycans. But somehow, she’d changed, into something other.

  “You don’t understand Jesminda. No one told you. We thought you were safe.”

  “Safe from what?”

  The door to her room opened, and Draven was there towel drying his hair.

  “Jesminda?”

  He looked between her and Cyrian, his eyes starting to glow as his chest rumbled with the beginnings of a growl.

  “We were only chatting wolf.” Cyrian said.

  Draven dropped the towel and walked to stand in front of them.

  “Back away from my mate, or lose your life.”

  “Draven, it’s alright.” Jes said stepping away from Cyrian.

  “We were just talking. Catching up.”

  She watched as her longtime friend turned and walked down the hall. Sure, they were catching up, she just didn’t know on what.

  # # #

  Jes wasn’t ready for dinner. She wasn’t ready to face the drama that was hers and Draven’s family. The run in with Cyrian out in the hall had been cryptic. She was being set up for failure. Her mother hadn’t been receptive when she’d tried to explain her reasons for not sharing the truth about Faith’s father. Her father and grandmother were fine. Enola had preconceived notions of just how things were supposed to go, starting with her and Faith returning to Belize.

  Her mother told her that she was a disgrace to the family name and that her grandfather would literally get up from his grave and slap some sense into her. Five years ago, she would have laughed at the idea, now, not so much. Things were never as they seemed.