Possessed by a Dark Warrior (7 page)

Her male.

He gazed up at her, his wild blue-black hair tousled and blending into the black rock that was his bed as she sat astride him. Those bright violet eyes challenged hers, held her still with a steadiness and confidence that made her tremble. He knew she was afraid to take charge, had lived her life in the shadow of her brother, held under his yoke, and he wanted to see if she could rise to the task of taking command.

She could.

Taryn threw off her fears and palmed his chest through the small black scales of his armour, skimming them down to feel his pebbled nipples beneath them. He moaned, the strangled sound delighting her together with the way he tipped his head back, his eyelids dropping to steal those dazzling jewels from her gaze. Pleasure. She could feel it rolling through him, already building towards a crescendo.

A powerful peak of desire that she knew would leave her quivering from head to toe, trembling and boneless, and would do the same to him.

With little more than a thought, she peeled back his armour, watched it as the scales swept over his pale skin and revealed it to her.

His violet eyes darkened as his armour cleared his legs in its race towards the twin metal bands around his wrists and she groaned as the hot steel length at the juncture of his thighs kicked against her, brushing between her legs.

His hands clamped down on her hips and he held her in place as he lifted his, grinding his rigid shaft against her core, each undulation of his hips making the head caress her aroused nub. She trembled, breath stuttering as bliss rolled through her in time with his movements, ebbing and flowing, pushing her higher. His deep male growl of satisfaction and the feel of his eyes on her, the hot shivery ache that coursed through her whenever he gazed at her, combined to tear an answering moan from her lips.

Gods, she needed him.

She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t dreamed of him.

Yearned for him.

Even when she knew this was all she could have of him.

Taryn tipped her head back, felt the heat of his gaze on her throat before it drifted lower, settling on her breasts. She held back her smile as she lifted her hands and teased her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and teasing him at the same time. His hips thrust harder between hers, sliding the entire length of his cock along her slick core. His guttural groan sent a thrill through her, shot fire to her belly that pooled lower. His next thrust spread the new flood of desire that flowed from her along his hard length, making it slide easily to the pert bead that craved his touch.

She bit her lip and trailed her hands down from her breasts, aching for more. He beat her there, his hands skimming over her thighs and dipping down. His thumbs brushed the edges of her groin and she moaned, the sound ripped from her throat before she could contain it. She could almost feel his satisfied smile as he edged closer to where she needed him. Her nub pulsed, body flexing against her will in eagerness, hungry for his touch.

His thumb brushed her and she shuddered, a wildfire burning up her blood, rushing through every inch of her. He pressed the pad of it against her, holding it there and tormenting her.

Taryn dropped her chin and growled at him, flashing her teeth.

His eyes darkened further, the hunger in them arousing her to the point of pain, and she couldn’t keep still. She lowered her hips and rocked on him, rubbing herself up and down his length, causing his thumb to shift against her and tease the aching bead.

Her breathing came quicker, falling into a rhythm with his as he swirled that thumb around her and she fell forwards, bracing herself on her palms against his bare chest. His flesh was warm beneath them, muscles hard and corded, his entire body tensed and on delicious display as she ground against him.

When she moved further forwards, causing the blunt head of his cock to brush her entrance, he bared his fangs at her and his ears flattened against the sides of his head, growing more pointed and luring her gaze to them.

She ran her hands up his chest and his neck, leaning over him, stealing her body away from his. He growled, the sound one of irritation now, frustration that she had removed herself from him. The anger dissipated the moment her fingertips brushed his ear, trailed upwards to the pointed tip, and teased it.

He groaned low in his throat, wrapped his arms around her and pressed down on her bottom, bringing her back into contact with him, in line with the wild jerks of his hips as she stroked his pointed ears.

His nails dug into her backside as she leaned closer to him, his hips lifting to keep their bodies together. She brushed her lips across his, a brief sweep that had him moaning, and then shifted her head to one side, stealing her mouth away from him and earning another reprimanding growl.

She killed that one too, transforming it into a moan as she tongued his ear, licking from the lobe up to the tip.

“Gods,” he breathed in her ear and clung to her, pinning her against him as he thrust between her legs.

She moaned and shuddered, embraced the fire burning through her whenever the head of his cock rubbed her sweet spot, ached to feel him buried deep inside her, claiming her.

She flicked the pointed tip of his ear with her tongue and he trembled, barked out a moan that had her smiling wickedly, her confidence shooting into the stratosphere. She owned him now. He was under her command. A slave to her.

Taryn squeaked as he was suddenly on top of her, his hands braced on either side of her ribs and his hips nestled between hers, his cock pressing delightfully along the length of her with the tip resting against her nub.

His wicked smile beat hers hands down.

His violet eyes dropped from hers to her lips and she silently pleaded him to take her mouth.

Take her body.

He seized her lips in another demanding kiss and she arched against him, unable to stop herself. She moaned as his tongue stroked the seam of her lips and opened to him. He thrust past her teeth and she met him, tangled with him and fought him back. He groaned and settled his weight on her, dropping to his elbows as he began to thrust, rocking between her thighs, teasing her ever higher.

He shook when she stroked his right fang with her tongue, teasing it as she had his ear.

It was sharp, reminding her of her own fangs when she was in dragon form. She pressed the tip of her tongue to the point and the coppery tang of blood flooded her mouth. He groaned, thrust harder against her, kissed her deeper. Hungry for a taste of her. She could feel it in him—the need, the yearning, the craving to taste her.

It ran as deep in his blood as it did in hers.

He broke away from her lips and kissed along her jaw, shifting his body down hers at the same time, stealing his cock away from her. She still couldn’t stop her hips from rocking, thrusting to meet only air, her mind frazzled by the feel of his lips on her throat. He sucked and licked, teased with nips of his teeth that didn’t break her skin. Driving her wild.

She couldn’t take it.

She clawed at his shoulders and he stilled, going tense above her.

The scent of blood grew thick in the air.

She gasped as she saw what she had done, scoring her talons across his flesh and leaving vicious grooves in his skin that swelled with crimson.

Her eyes leaped to his, meeting their darkening depths, and she swallowed hard.

“Blood for blood,” he whispered in a husky deep voice, thick with desire.

She didn’t have a chance to respond.

Stars exploded across the black ceiling above him as his fangs sank deep into her throat and her body jacked off the ground as he pulled on her blood, sending it all rushing towards him and causing an inferno to sweep through her in its wake.

She moaned with each pull, grasped his shoulders and stayed locked in position, her backside lifted off the black earth and pressed against his.

He drank deeper, his noisy suckling filling the thick air together with her panted breaths.

His left hand skimmed down her spine, across her bottom and over her thigh. A moan quivered on her lips as his thumb pressed into her pert bead and two fingers speared her core, sliding easily into her slick flesh. He pumped her steadily, in time with his drinking, lifting her ever closer to release that still felt painfully beyond her reach. His thumb swirled around her nub as he thrust his fingers, and she flexed around them, her body beyond her control as she sought a climax she knew would scatter her in pieces.

His fangs sank deeper into her throat and she balanced on the edge, trembling there.

He denied her, slipped his fingers free of her flesh and left her bereft.

She opened her mouth to plead him to return to her but he denied her again, removing his fangs from her as he drew back, rising above her.

Blood coated his lips and dripped down his chin, and gods help her, but she wanted to kiss him, found the sight of him fresh from tasting her the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

His eyes held hers, fierce amethyst that stole her voice and commanded stillness from her, pulling her firmly under his spell.

His hand brushed her inner thigh and then the blunt head of his length nudged against her slick channel and she moaned, unable to contain the sound as pleasure rippled through her, hunger so fierce it was hard to keep still as he slowly pressed forwards, on the verge of filling her at last.

His fangs flashed between his lips as he growled down at her.

“Mine now.”

A distant roar shattered him into a million pieces that rained down on her and she gasped as darkness engulfed her and then a single flickering golden light broke through it.

She stared across the large sparsely furnished room at the candle burning on the mantelpiece, her heart hammering against her chest and breath coming so quickly she felt dizzy. An echo of pleasure still rippled through her, a shadow of what she had felt in her dream.

She raised trembling fingers to her throat, to the place where he had marked her.

Her fated male.

Fated.

She snarled.

She had decided long ago that fate was cruel.

It had been cruel to show him to her seven centuries ago and make her recognise him for what he was. It had been cruel to choose him as the one who hunted for her, believing her a murderer and a thief, making him bent on killing her.

It was cruel to tease her with him in her dreams each night, the only place where they could be together.

Taryn drew her knees up to her chest and breathed out slowly, the candle becoming a hazy blur of light as her body tingled with unfulfilled need, an endless hunger for her mate.

He was coming.

She could feel it in her bones and her blood.

He was coming and she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to face him again, to see the darkness in his stunning eyes that was directed at her, the hatred and the venom, the desire to end her. She closed her eyes but all she saw was the vision Loke had witnessed, one she now felt sure would come to pass and nothing she could do would stop it from happening.

Fate was cruel indeed.

Because it had made her mate her executioner.

Bleu was three hundred percent certain that this was a bad idea. He had left Leif, Fynn and Dacian at the stronghold they had used during their previous hunt for the female dragon and the sword, a stone fortress long abandoned by the elf legions, left to rot because it now stood on a peaceful border between the elf kingdom and the First Realm of the demons.

Prince Loren had negotiated a treaty with the First and Second Realms centuries ago, the only two that bordered the elf kingdom. That treaty had created a barrier between the elf kingdom and the other five demon realms, stopping them from marching into elven lands and bringing war to Loren’s doorstep.

War born of fury over the heinous acts committed in their lands by an elf.

Bleu eyed the quaint thatched cottage nestled on the fringe of a quiet village and surrounded by a vibrant walled garden and lush English countryside. The noon sunlight warmed the old sandstone of the small one-and-a-half storey cottage and glinted off the small windows on the ground floor and those in the roof. The reeds used to create the roof arched over each window in a sweeping curve that made Bleu feel as if nature herself had built the home. Such a peaceful place, it was almost impossible to picture the elf male he had come to visit living in it.

The elf who had been responsible for the atrocities in the demon realms and many more.

Vail.

Bleu had been standing here on the narrow silent road just a few hundred feet from the cottage for the gods only knew how long, debating whether to proceed with his prince’s plan to speak with his tainted brother about the sword. His gut said it was a terrible idea, and it was difficult to ignore that, or the voice that whispered he should have brought backup with him.

Bleu shook his head.

He had been right to order his men to remain at their temporary headquarters, getting it back into order and ready for their hunt, resupplying it with weapons and anything else they needed from the castle. It was important that they were prepared, and that any elves who had moved into the vicinity of the garrison were removed to a safe distance. The lands around it had been empty on both sides three hundred years ago, making it the ideal place to set up base, because if the dragon attacked them it would only be him and his men in the firing line.

Bleu hoped that was still the case. He had no desire to drag innocents into this war.

It was also important that he didn’t anger the elf he was about to visit, and he knew the male well enough, had fought him enough times over the past forty-two centuries, that he knew Vail would view a band of four warriors as a threat.

Both to him and his mate.

As the sun crept lower, leaving its zenith, and a warm breeze teased the bright red roses that clung to the rough creamy walls of the cottage, and the colourful rosebushes that lined the path to the front door, Bleu blew out a breath and marched forwards.