Possessed by a Dark Warrior (42 page)

He nibbled her shoulder and then her neck, groaning low in his throat, as if he could hear her thoughts and approved of them. His thumbs caught the top of her corset across her breasts and he inched it down, his eyes hot on her as he revealed her nipples. They pebbled the instant the cooler air hit them and a moan left her lips, her eyes slipping shut as a shiver cascaded across her skin.

Bleu mouthed her neck, licked it and pressed his tongue in hard before softening his touch again, gently kissing upwards towards her ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth and thumbed her nipples, his breath hot on her ear. She moaned as he rocked against her, grinding his cock between her buttocks, finding it hard to focus when every strum of her nipples sent sparks skittering across her skin and his mouth on her and the feel of him behind her was sending fire to her belly.

She arched back against him and he groaned, bit her earlobe and caught her left hip. He held her in place, his fingertips pressing into her flesh through her skirt, and thrust against her, a frown darkening his face. His nostrils flared and he narrowed his gaze on hers in the mirror, ground harder against her backside, until a moan escaped her and she tipped her head back, resting it on his shoulder.

Gods, she needed more.

The hand against her hip travelled lower, hastily pulled her skirts up and found its way inside. She groaned in time with him when he slipped his hand between her thighs, couldn’t stop herself from parting for him, spreading her legs as much as she could while still standing.

His guttural growl as he speared her plush lips with his fingers and caressed her nub sent a fierce shiver through her, a hunger to hear him snarl again. There had been need in his growl, approval and male satisfaction, all rolled together into a sound that brought her to life, made her ache to feel him inside her.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in her ear and she blushed, suddenly unsure of herself. Was that wrong? He caught her gaze in the mirror and smiled wickedly as he nibbled her earlobe. “I love it… it tells me how much you need me.”

Her knees almost buckled.

His right hand caught her hip and steadied her.

He growled into her ear, his face dark with a hungry possessive look that only sent her arousal soaring higher, until she could scarcely breathe.

“My female needs,” he snarled in a low deep voice, one that sent a tremor through her and had her on the verge of begging him to do something about it.

She didn’t need to ask.

He pulled at her skirts, raising them up to her waist, and she gasped as cold air hit her bare backside and thighs, causing an eruption of gooseflesh. He chased away the chill by planting his hands on her bottom and palming it, his low moans echoing through her as she absorbed the sight of him in the mirror.

She had never seen him looking so hungry. So fierce.

She wriggled as he released her, his eyes dropping from hers, focused on his work, and she heard him unlacing his trousers. Her breathing grew ragged, heart thundering, need swirling with anticipation to crank her tight and make it impossible to keep still.

When his hands claimed her hips again what felt like an eternity later but had probably been no more than a few seconds, she moaned and shivered, raised her backside to meet his touch. He groaned and rubbed her bottom, and then drew her hips back, lifting them until she was tiptoeing and had to clutch the edge of the vanity in front of her to stop herself from falling forwards.

Bleu’s dark gaze met hers in the mirror again, locked with it and held it fast. His eyes narrowed, lids dropping to shutter his beautiful irises for a moment as he nudged the head of his cock against her. She lifted her hips higher, desperate to feel him inside her again, his long thick length filling and stretching her.

He tortured her though, rubbing the blunt broad head along her wet cleft to stroke her clit, sending a thousand fiery sparks shooting down her thighs and up her belly. She couldn’t bite back the moan as she throbbed, each small contraction making what he was doing feel even more incredible. He groaned and the head of his cock slid back, probed her entrance and stole her breath. She wanted to press back onto it but gripped the vanity instead, resisting the temptation. He slowly fed his erection into her, maddening her with a hunger to make him thrust deep and fast, spearing her to the very depth of her core.

His right hand tightened on her hip, as if he had sensed her need to push back, and held her firm.

She moaned in unison with him as he drove forwards, pushing the head of his cock into her. Satisfaction flowed through her as he sank deeper, bliss following in its wake. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, wanting to stare into his and see the pleasure he felt as he joined them. His violet eyes grew darker but brighter at the same time, and the pointed tips of his ears flattened against his wild blue-black hair. He groaned, a breathless one that thrilled her as he pushed deeper and claimed both of her hips with his hands.

Short nails dug into her flesh and he plunged forwards, until his thighs brushed the backs of hers and his cock was seated to the hilt inside her.

His gaze held hers in the mirror, possessing her soul as fiercely as he now possessed her body. She stared back at him, lost in the hunger and need his showed to her, the wildness that was fast coming to life inside her too, roused by the way he was looking at her and the sight of them in the mirror. Her breasts spilled from her corset, dusky nipples taut with need.

She waited for him to move, to withdraw and thrust back in, beginning their steady climb towards their release.

He didn’t.

He swept one hand forwards, delved it between her thighs and fondled her bundle of nerves. She moaned and writhed, flexed around his rock hard length as pleasure spilled through her. His answering groan made another leave her lips, her arousal soaring to the point where control slipped beyond her grasp as he teased her nub, flicking and squeezing it, rubbing it with the flats of his fingers, all the while keeping his cock lodged inside her.

“Gods.” He lowered his mouth, brushed it across her shoulder, licked and nipped in a rough way that told her that she wasn’t the only one losing control, being overwhelmed by her need and desire. “You feel so fucking good.”

“You feel so fucking good too,” she whispered back at him and he grinned at her.

She flexed her body around his cock, ripping the smile from his face and tearing a grunt from him that sounded animalistic.

Wild.

He sneered, lips peeling back to flash his fangs at her in a way that sent a wicked thrill through her, and clutched her hip with his other hand, withdrew until his cock almost slipped free of her before driving forwards, sending her rocking towards the mirror. She couldn’t contain the moan that left her lips, or stop herself from bracing herself against the slab of dark stone beneath the basin and pushing back against him, goading him into doing it again.

He refused, stopped and gave her pleasure another way, sliding his fingers down to where he entered her and bringing them back up to tease her nub. She moaned and lost herself in the sparks of pleasure that exploded with each expert swirl of his fingers, breathing hard as awareness of everything around her faded until all she knew was the bliss of his touch and the surging wave of release building inside her.

Bleu skimmed his right hand up her side, cupped her breast and teased her right nipple as he kissed her throat. His eyes remained locked on hers the entire time and she quivered as she watched him, felt him kissing and touching her, saw it happening in the mirror too.

She tensed, flexed around him, her face screwing up as the wave inside her built and she reached the crest, on the verge of crashing into her climax.

He chose that moment to withdraw and thrust back into her.

Taryn cried out her climax, a thousand glittering lights exploding across her eyes as her entire body quaked with release, flashed hot and cold at the same time.

Bleu growled and didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. His right hand squeezed her breast, his left one claimed her hip and he plunged into her, hard and fast strokes that had her surging through the haze of one orgasm and barrelling towards her next with him.

He bit down on her shoulder, his fierce need flowing through her, cranking hers higher. She rocked against him, moaned with each deep plunge of his cock into her core as it still trembled with her release. He released her shoulder and kissed up her neck, nibbled her lobe and breathed heavily into her ear as he took her, stroking her with every inch of his long hard length.

His eyes continued to hold hers in the mirror as he raised his left hand from her hip and caught her jaw in it. He tilted her head to her left, held it there as his right hand lowered to clutch her hip to hold her steady as he drove into her with fierce possessive thrusts that left her breathless. She moaned as the pressure built in her belly again, stoked by the long plunges of his cock into her core and the way he held her at his mercy, her throat bared to him.

He lowered his head and kissed her neck, scraped fangs over it and sent a wave of tingles through her, fire that only made her burn hotter for him. Her breasts bounced with each hard stroke of his length, the pressure building higher as she watched them in the mirror, watched him devouring her neck as he watched her.

Dear gods.

He growled against her skin, a low rumbling snarl, and angled his hips, lowering them. She gasped as he sank deeper into her, striking the depth of her core with each long thrust, each wild union of their bodies. His answering moan relayed the pleasure that flooded their link, telling her how close he was, that he balanced on the precipice just as she did.

He nicked her throat with his left fang, wrapped his lips around it and suckled.

Stars detonated across her eyes again, her entire body tensing and jerking as release exploded through her, stealing her breath and making her heart stutter in her chest. Bleu’s cock pulsed inside her, the throbbing and the feel of his hot seed jetting into her with each rough thrust of his hips sending aftershocks through her, heightening her pleasure as it mingled with his.

He groaned and shuddered, his mouth still latched onto her neck, breath coming as hard and fast as her own was as she tried to bring herself down again. She had never soared so high, had never felt such a thrill, such intense mind-blowing pleasure.

It was better than flying.

He held her for long minutes, still clutching her tightly. Wetness trickled down her inner thighs as she caught her breath, body numbed from two releases, and she felt sure that if she let go of the vanity she would fall in a boneless heap on the floor.

Her senses slowly pieced back together and she managed a frown when she realised Bleu had slipped free of her and was undoing her dress.

She questioned him silently in the mirror and he smiled, his rich purple eyes hazy with satisfaction that sent a ripple of pride through her. She had done that to him.

“You really need a bath now,” he murmured and dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

A sparkle lit his eyes as they met hers in the mirror and he tugged her dress down, revealing her bare body to him.

She supposed he had promised to bathe with her.

She slowly peeled her hands off the vanity, was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t collapse, and turned to face him.

Gods, he was naked.

As she ran her eyes down the length of him, the embers of her desire sparked back to life, and the way his soft length twitched back to semi-hard said she wasn’t the only one thinking naughty things.

Bleu scooped her up into his arms and she looped hers around his neck, toyed with the longer strands of his hair as he carried her towards the pool.

His wicked smile as he gazed down at her filled her mind with one delicious thought, as if he had projected his into her head.

They were going to do a lot more than washing each other’s backs in that pool.

Bleu wasn’t sure he knew the meaning of concentrate anymore. He paced the grand war room of the elf castle, the light filtering in through the five tall arched windows to his left flickering over him whenever he emerged from the shadows of the columns that stretched between them to support the vaulted ceiling. Six windows lined the wall off to his right across the room too, and the curved wall at the end of the room ahead of him, allowing so much light in that the pale grey stone looked white. His gaze flicked across to his right as he reached the double doors that led onto a small balcony and turned, settling briefly on Taryn where she stood staring at the huge model of Hell, her beautiful eyes studying the lands near the Devil’s realm.

Her thoughts were on her brother again. He could see it in the worry lines between her fine eyebrows and feel it in the link they shared.

Loren stood on the opposite side of the massive table, dressed in the black formal attire of embroidered knee-length tunic, tight trousers, and polished boots suited to the occasion. Bleu glanced down at himself, taking in similar clothing, before marching onwards.

Everyone was late.

They hadn’t received word back from the messengers sent to the First, Second or Third demon realms to request the presence of the kings.

What if something had happened in those realms? What if the kings had fallen, torn from their thrones by Tenak?

It worried him, but it wasn’t the reason he found concentration an elusive thing, so much so that Loren had ordered him away from the map since he had been more than useless, unable to assist his prince in formulating a plan.

Taryn was doing a better job than he had been.

He flicked another glance at her.

How the hell could she focus when he couldn’t string two thoughts together without his mind leaping to ones about her?

“There is a possibility Tenak might have completely skirted the demon realms and travelled up this corridor.” She ran a finger up the map, along a ridge of mountains, leaning forwards to reach further.