Page 14 of Broken Bonds

Aleixo

Damn it. This is what I was afraid of. There’s no denying it now.

Samantha Reyes is my mate.

Her touch is all that was needed to fully trigger the bond. Everyone experiences the bond slightly differently but there are common characteristics that serve as signals. Even now, I can feel it working its way through me, coiling through my insides and tightening a chokehold around my heart. It’s at once suffocating and intoxicating. I’m hard in an instant, my body no longer my own. It’s helpless against the instincts screaming to life to take her and claim her and make her mine.

I fight them, willing myself to turn and walk away from her. To go and cool-off before I do something we’ll likely both regret. Yet, I can’t seem to move. She’s gazing up at me with this look of confused awe that’s so damn tempting…she has no idea what’s going on, and I can only imagine what she must be feeling. It won’t be as strong as what’s happening to me, since she’s a human and not a phoenix, but the sensations and the need coursing through her is no doubt more overwhelming than any regular arousal she’s felt.

And that’s because she’s mine.Mine. She is only supposed to feel this way for me.

The thought startles me and nearly brings me back to my full senses. What am I doing? She’s not mine. Just because some animalistic instinct is driving me toward her doesn’t mean I have any right to her.

This is the problem with the bond. This is why I hate it so much. It steals your freewill and forces choices on you you’d likely never make otherwise. Not that I wouldn’t ever choose Samantha of my own freewill. There’s plenty about her that I find attractive and would be drawn to under normal circumstances. But this isn’t what I want. I don’t want to be forced to be with someone…not again…

“Dr. Pyrrhos,” she suddenly murmurs, her breathy voice spiking my arousal. “I…I’m feeling a little strange.”

Gods damnit. She’s making it so difficult to resist her. I can practically smell the need on her, and it’s clouding my reason. I briefly realize that she’s still touching my arm and that I should step out of her reach…yet I don’t. In fact, I find myself leaning into her touch as I continue to stare down into her wide green eyes.

When her soft, pink lips part and her tongue darts out to lick them, my resistance shatters. I cup the back of her head and the next thing I know, my lips are pressed to hers in a searing kiss that makes her whimper. She lets her mouth open without hesitancy and my tongue sweeps in to tangle with hers. She tastes so good…so sweet…I don’t know how I’ve gone my whole life without knowing this taste.

Samantha wraps her arms around my neck and clings to me, her body pressing tight against me. She’s lean, but still has soft curves that seem to fit against me so perfectly. My hands slide down to her hips and I hold her flush to me and then begin to back her up toward the table. She doesn’t protest, allowing me to direct her as I see fit. When we reach the table, I wrap my hands around her waist and pick her to sit her down on its surface. Her legs part and I step in between them, never breaking our kiss.

I can’t help but touch her, running my hands up and down her sides before tangling my fingers in her hair. She moans and arches into me, and her response drags me further and further into the lusty fog filling my mind. I drop my hands to one of her breasts and she gasps, but still, she doesn’t pull away as I palm the soft mound.

I want her. I want to take her right here and now. She’d let me too, I can tell. She wouldn’t object if I laid her back on the table and began removing her clothes one piece at a time, revealing more and more of her enticing body. At the thought, my erection starts to grow painful as my desperation intensifies.

I run my fingers down to the bottom of her shirt and play with it a bit before sliding them underneath to caress the bare skin of her belly. The groan that escapes me is guttural and hungry, and she answers with a soft cry. All my resistance is gone at this point. I’m lost to her, and now I want to be lost in her.

All other thoughts have gone from my head. I feel her hand caress the front of my pants. Pleasure unlike I’ve ever known shoots through me, and it’s a shock to my system. I groan, pressing my hips forward eagerly for more of her touch.

If I touch her right now, I’m sure I’ll find her wet. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman, and lifetimes since I’ve been with one without the oppressive memory of my mate hanging over my head.

I could just enjoy Samantha right now. . And why shouldn’t I?

My internal debate is cut short when she begins to stroke me through my pants. My breath hitches and all rational thought shoots from my head. The next thing I know, I’m kissing her again and pushing her back on the table. My hands slide under her shirt and I cup her breasts, and my gods, she’s so soft and supple. Needing to see them, I pull her shirt over her head and make short work of her bra, then stare at her for several long moments.

“So beautiful,” I murmur before lowering my head and taking one of her nipples into my mouth.

She gasps. “Oh, yes.”

I grin and continue laving attention on her breast before moving to the other. By the time I lift my head, she’s moaning softly, her hands above her head and gripping at the table. She a wild sight to behold, and I eagerly reached for the zipper of her pants.

To my surprise, she froze and reached down to grab my hands and stop them.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Samantha shakes her head. However,

she drops her gaze from me and begins wringing her hands nervously. I’m a little startled by her sudden shift in demeanor. Why is she so nervous all of the sudden? A moment before, she was moaning and arching her back in ecstasy, but now she’s gone completely quiet and she’s shaking slightly.

Is she afraid of me?

I reach out to touch her shoulder and she flinches away from me. Shit.

“You’re afraid of me,” I murmur.

Her gaze swoops back up to me. “What? No! That’s not it. I mean…I’m still startled by what you are, I won’t lie, but that’s not…that’s not why…”

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