Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 by T. A. Grey, Regina Wamba Page A

a
dangerous man. The man was so cold he was practically ice. It must be the
curious side of her that wondered what it would take to see him thawed.
    The thought of her new moon sent
a flutter of nerves through her. The history of the succubi was mostly
misconstrued by everyday humans and even by some supernaturals. The truth was
that succubi’s history has always been male dominated. To this day when
daughters reach the age of 29, they are given to a special man of the family’s choosing—usually
the father’s choosing. This special man was called the Protector. He was the
succubus’ chosen male, to have and to hold, forever and ever. For males of her
species, or incubi, the same occurs. Except as men, they are allowed to choose
their own Protector. It made her sick just thinking about how unfair it was.
    Chloe shivered and went to the
adjourning bathroom. At least this castle of death had modern day plumbing. She
turned on the shower and waited until it got hot before getting in. There was
only a single, white bar of soap in the shower and she used it for everything.
    The fact that her father never
abided by the same rules as other succubi families only made what he did even
more strange. Tyrian had mentioned a debt. Is this what her father was about?
He’d always been a protective man, an even more protective father, but to give
each of his daughters away to a man just like every other succubi family? It
made no sense. What kind of debt did Tyrian owe her Papa to receive her in
return?
    The new moon was soon. Two, maybe
three days, tops. A shiver that had nothing to do with cold rushed over her.
Succubi and incubi were always given to their Protectors after their 29th
birthday because the following new moon sent them into full sexual maturity.
    Chloe ran a soapy hand between
her legs and wondered if Tyrian was one of those men who had hundreds—if not
thousands—of lovers. She honestly couldn’t see him being the type, though she
wasn’t sure why. What kind of women did he like? Tall, petite, curvy, blonde,
dark, shaven? She touched her own mound and felt the spring of short, dark
curls there.
    A wave of self-consciousness
sprung from her with its nasty head. She wasn’t incredibly slender, nor was she
too short or tall. She’d always been a somewhat plain woman. She knew she
didn’t turn heads and for once, she wished that maybe she did. What would it be
like to have a man like Tyrian under her power?
    She might just learn that sooner
than later. The presence of the new moon beat against her skin, tightening it
like a cord being cranked tighter and tighter around her. Her virgin body had
never held a man. Most succubi saved their bodies for their Protector, though
that wasn’t why she was a virgin. She never cared to wait until her new moon.
The truth was that she’d just never found a man she wanted badly enough. She’d
experimented in other ways, yes, but never sex. She’d never felt a man surge
inside her, but had wondered about it for long hours.
    The new moon sparked a drastic
change in her body. She would no longer require food for sustenance, but sex.
    Chloe relaxed her head back
against the shower wall and didn’t stop her fingers from circling quickly over
her bud. Her free hand found a breast and palmed the weight of it. She saw
Tyrian’s dark head behind her closed eyes, saw him feasting on her breasts like
she was some irresistible maiden he couldn’t get enough of, and saw his cock
breaching her unused entrance.
    She wanted that, she realized.
Wanted to feel what it was like to have him inside her. Would it ease the dull,
empty ache she always felt so deep inside her like she did right now? Would he
hold her close and come hard inside her just as she came apart? Her breath
hitched and her orgasm peaked, pulsing waves of heat throughout her body. She
jerked against the wall, then instantly her hand went limp.
    It was hard and short and left
her wondering what more there could be. The