Bound Love: Freyodin Warriors, #2.5

By Elizabette Remon

What’s a girl to do when she’s attacked?  Why, let a fierce Warrior save her, of course.

 Mia was always in control until one fateful night.  She feels lost and confused, not to mention pissed off when she received some unwanted attention at her department Christmas party.  It was supposed to be the one night of fun she had before facing the long winter holiday break all alone.

Turbo, a Freyodin Warrior, chosen by the Gods for his extraordinary honor, bravery and supreme sacrifice, is just out for a bit of fun and relaxation at a private club.  He’s restless and has a need to fill but can’t quite find the solution to ending the emptiness that plagues him.

A terrifying scream causes their paths to come crashing into one another.  A night of unexpected passion proves that there just might be some hope for each of them after all and new Christmas memories to share.  Maybe they just might save each other.

• Language: English
• Publisher: HEA Scribe LLC
• Release date: Aug 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370634606

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About The Author

Upcoming Release

They are guardian angels in a paranormal army who battle demons.  Demons that have succeeded in crossing over into the mortal realm.  Their crusade is endless, therefore they are immortal.  Not heavenly saints or divine angels, by far.  They are warriors.  Freyodin Warriors.  Chosen by the Gods Odin and Freya for their extraordinary honor, bravery and supreme sacrifice to their individual causes for the good of their own people.  Now, they fight side by side for the good of all mankind…

The following is a short Christmas novella that transpires between Books 2 and 3 of the Freyodin Warriors novels by Elizabette Remon.  It is a standalone with a Happily For Now ending.  To learn more about Turbo, Mia, and the other Freyodin Warriors and the mortals that they love, please read the series from the beginning starting with Love’s Betrayal, which is free at most retailers.

CHAPTER ONE

Welcome to Dominance.

Turbo nodded his head in a return greeting to the big, beefy bouncer guarding the black, non-descript door as he entered one of his favorite hangouts.  By the looks of it, he could be entering anywhere.  Nothing about the club’s outside appearance proclaimed ‘BDSM here!’ He’d been looking forward to a little downtime and what better place to come? Club Dominance screamed everything he loved about life.  Sex with a little touch of violence.

The club was low lit, but spacious, sporting several scenes already taking place at this early hour.  He took in the myriad of scents and sounds that accompanied such an event as he passively greeted some of the regular Doms in attendance tonight.  Snaps of whips and claps of paddles making contact with bare flesh.  Whimpers and outcries, begs of ‘please, please, please’.  And the air permeated with the smell of sweet sex.

As soon as his ass slid into the wrap-around bench seat of his usual table near the back corner, a waitress with a sultry voice fast approached.  Good evening, Mr. Anderson.  Turbo flashed a hard warning look at the waitress who recovered quickly.  I mean, Sir.  Good evening, Sir.

As with many of the Freyodin Warriors, Turbo always used his real surname when dealing with the public, but it was not one permissible to a submissive.  Since his mortal death in 2007 while serving in Afghanistan, he had given up the name he was born with - Andrew A. Anderson, or Triple A, as he was referred to in the military - when he was blessed with an opportunity of a new life.  New life that needed a new name.  Yeah, I surely wasn’t hanging on to the old one.  If it hadn’t been for Hank taking him in, there was no telling where he would have ended up.  If any place at all.  He was just a dumb kid forced to live on the streets after running away from an abusive home when he was fourteen.  Yeah, dumb and dead is where I would have been.  Permanently dead.

Hello, Carmen.  Turbo let the warning dissipate from his eyes as they wandered down the full length of her body and smiled as she physically relaxed; knowing she’d escaped a punishable violation.

It must be a special theme night, he noted, as she sported a tiny, shiny red skirt that covered little and left almost nothing to the imagination, with a non-existent top and jingle bells dangled from clamps on her perky breasts, now slightly swollen by the irritation of the many times her breasts had been ‘rung’ so far this evening by guests. Although the clamps weren’t tight enough to cut off any real circulation, it was still early and she’d be begging to have them removed before the end of the night.  She’d braided bright red and green ribbons through her shoulder-length blonde hair and with her light-skinned coloring, she looked good in red – or out of it – depending on your perspective.

How are you this evening? Turbo replied.

Oh, so much better now that you’ve arrived, Sir, Carmen said, the excitement apparent in her eyes.

Turbo had scened with Carmen a few times in the past and was quite pleased with her responsiveness.  There were nine levels of submission ranging from the non-submissive masochist or kinky sensualist to the consensual total slave with no limits.  Carmen was somewhere in the middle of that scale.  What he would refer to as a true submissive non-slave, and although his preferences waivered from time to time over the years, this category was his current predilection.

Glad to hear it.  You’re looking well this evening, Carmen.  Christmas theme, I see, he said raking his gaze over her once more.

Carmen blushed full bodied and lowered her eyes and voiced in an enticing manner, never meeting his gaze directly.  Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir. I get off in an hour and would be honored if you would let me serve you this evening.  She purposely pushed her permissible boundaries somewhat, allowing herself to subtlety take in the silver piercings that adorned his ears, nose and lip that stood out from the dark Van Dyke that covered his lower face while contrasting with the bleach blonde stubbled military cut on his head.  His tall muscular frame was draped in a myriad of colorful tattoos winding down his shoulders and wrapping around his thick biceps. He wore the usual form-fitting black leather pants and sleeveless vest donned by many of the Doms and it showed off every wonderful asset. Yum! Carmen enjoyed scening with this particular Master very much and hoped he chose her tonight.  He was a favorite among the other submissives.

Come and look for me later.  If I’m still here, I’ll consider allowing it, Turbo replied with an authoritative voice.  In the meantime, bring me the usual, if you would, he added dismissing her with a wave of his hand.  As he watched her make her way back to the bar, he thought, You’ll have to ask a little better than that for me to even consider your request.  She’d been too bold