Possessed by a Dark Warrior (34 page)

Holy fuck.

He couldn’t do this.

He growled and her eyes flicked open, locking on him, dark and filled with desire.

With a challenge.

One he was quick to take, surrendering to the wild part of himself that roared at him to bend her to his will and bring her to a shattering climax.

He rolled with her, pinned her on the blanket without missing a stroke, and she cried out as he drove into her, deeper than when she had been riding him. Her hands flew to his shoulders and her nails dug into his flesh, tiny points of pain that backed up the flood of feelings rushing through their link. She liked this.

She clung to him as he plunged into her, breathless moans escaping her lips each time the tip of his cock struck deep and he withdrew, pumping her deeply to make sure she felt every inch of him.

To make sure she knew just how hard she made him.

How wild.

Her arms wrapped around him and she craned her neck, capturing his lips with hers as he rocked into her. She pressed the heels of her feet into the earth and pushed her hips up, and he groaned and shuddered as he slid deeper, moaning in time with her. She devoured his mouth as he pumped her and fought for control, to retain a sliver of it when all he wanted to do was let go and allow the untamed part of him that she had unleashed to take the lead.

Taryn didn’t seem to have any problem with allowing that. She clawed at his shoulders and hooked one leg around his waist, and rocked against him, countering his thrusts, a wild little thing in his arms. She growled into his mouth and kissed him harder, driving him into surrendering to his need. His control shattered and he couldn’t hold himself back.

Bleu drove into her, rolling his hips with each deep thrust of his cock, every plunge that struck her hard and had her quivering against him, whispering wicked things against his lips in the dragon tongue.

She wanted more.

Fuck.

He snarled, grabbed her under her left thigh to hold her backside off the blanket, and curled his other hand around the nape of her neck, clutching it tightly to hold her in place. He thrust harder, deeper, devouring her mouth as he took her and claimed her, stamping his mark on her and ensuring she would want no other male.

She moaned into his mouth and ran sharp nails over his back, scoring his flesh and filling the cave with the scent of blood.

His mouth watered, fangs dropping as he thought about biting her. Her tongue brushed the tip of his left fang, a little gasp escaped her and then the taste of her flooded his mouth. Gods help her. Gods help him.

He snarled and kissed her harder, desperate to taste her again as he took her, drove as deep as she could take him, all thought of being gentle gone. He couldn’t stop himself or hold back, and the fear he had of hurting her crushed his soul.

Until she moaned and clawed harder, tugged him closer and kissed him back, as lost to desire as he was.

He clutched her hip and thrust harder, driving every inch of his hard cock into her as his balls drew up, semen rising to the base of his length. He groaned as she stroked his fang again, rubbing her tongue along it, sending sparks skittering down his spine to his balls, twisting them tighter still.

Her hands shifted from his shoulders and she caught the sides of his head, and he couldn’t breathe as her palms brushed his ears, teasing their sensitive tips.

The whole universe detonated.

His body shattered into a million pieces, leaving only an explosion of feeling that rocked him to his soul and had him shaking from head to toe.

Taryn moaned hotly into his mouth, quivering beneath him, her ecstasy rolling through him and heightening his own, until they mingled so completely that he was no longer sure who he was and whose feelings they were.

There was only one heart beating rapidly.

One soul on fire.

A perfect union that he would make sure lasted forever.

Now that he had Taryn, the other half of his soul, his heart, he was never letting her go.

She was his forever.

He managed to pull back and look down at her. She smiled, rosy kiss-swollen lips curling in a way that warmed his heart, chased the darkness from his soul and made him feel as if he had come home.

He growled a single word in his mind, one that he felt to the very pit of the soul she had completed.

Mine
.

Taryn listened to the heart drumming against her right ear, the sedated rhythm perfectly matching the pace of hers. His steady breathing filled the quiet dimly-lit cave, a sound that she found strangely soothing together with the warmth of him against her and the feel of his arms wrapped around her, keeping her pinned to the side of his body beneath the black blanket.

Bleu.

From time to time in the seven centuries she had known him she had wondered about his name, but she had never caught it. She had never imagined it to be the one he had given to her though, but now she knew it, she felt it suited him somehow.

He warmed her and made her feel free as if she was flying in blue skies.

Blue skies that he no doubt knew.

She lifted her head from his bare chest, wanting to ask him about the mortal world, but the questions fled her lips when she saw his face peaceful in slumber, relaxed and more handsome than ever.

He needed to rest.

She had sensed it in their connection, the one he had forged by drinking from her, triggering the bonding process in an elven way.

She could still sense it in him now, while he was sleeping.

She needed rest too if she was going to be strong enough to face what lay ahead of her, but she couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes. It felt as if by doing so she would be squandering this moment of calm with him, this brief time when everything outside the cave didn’t exist and there was only the two of them without a care in the world.

She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before.

She hadn’t thought it possible.

When lost to her memories, she had told him things she had sworn she would never reveal to anyone, fear of how they would view her forcing her to hold her tongue. In that spell of madness, awareness of what she had been doing had been stripped from her and she had let it all spill from her lips. She had told him everything.

But rather than turning away from her as she had expected, fulfilling her fear that no one would love her if they knew about her past and the things she had done, the terrible centuries she had somehow survived, he had done the opposite.

He had drawn her to him.

Instead of rejecting her, he had forged a stronger connection between them, bringing them closer together.

She still marvelled at that, feeling as if she had dreamed it all. It was going to take time for it to sink in, but even in his sleep he was taking steps to make that happen without even knowing it.

She gazed down at him, the way he held her close to him telling her something that slowly washed away some of the hurt in her past because his embrace was tender, filled with affection that she knew he didn’t want to admit to her. She could understand his reservations, because she had them too, was struggling with these new feelings growing inside her just as he was.

He mumbled something in his strange tongue, lyrical words that sounded as magical as many in Hell thought his kind to be. His lips smacked together, his nose twitched, and then he sighed as he relaxed again beneath her.

She lost track of time as she studied him, absorbing everything about him as he slept, unaware of her watching over him. Such a strong male. Fierce. Dangerous.

Possessive.

She had felt that last one in him when they had made love. It had run through her too, awakening her dragon instincts as his female and forcing her to respond to her desire by staking a claim on him and making it clear she wouldn’t accept no as an answer.

She had never surrendered to that instinct before, but she had let it overcome her in the moment, had embraced it and had seen the flicker of excitement that had brightened his eyes. He had liked her taking charge, exerting her strength and showing him how fiercely she wanted him.

Just thinking about it fanned the embers of desire in her veins, until she burned for him again.

Taryn tamped them down, aware that she would wake him if she continued to let her desires run rampant and unchecked.

They were bonded now, not in a permanent way but in one strong enough that he could sense things in her.

She could sense things in him too, but some of those things she didn’t need a bond to make her see them.

He felt guilty.

She had caught the way his expression shifted whenever he glanced at her throat, the flashes of guilt that crossed his eyes before he dragged them away and the shame and self-reproach that simmered in his veins.

She dimly remembered mentioning it to him when she had been lost in her memories and how wounded he had looked. She remembered it because she had felt bad, guilty about the barb she had thrown at him when he had helped her, had burst into the elven cellblock bare seconds after they had put her in a cage and had freed her from captivity.

Normally when the memories seized her as strongly as they had back then, she couldn’t remember anything that she did, relived her past so vividly that she wasn’t aware of anything else.

Was it his presence that had helped her retain enough of her consciousness to combat the memories and remain partially aware of the world and the things that were happening around her?

His presence seemed to trigger a lot of things in her, not only a strength to battle her memories or to see a vision of the future.

It triggered a heat in her too, a hunger that was startling in its intensity and felt as if it was impossible to sate.

Even just the feel of his bare skin against hers was enough to have her tingling wherever he touched.

The dark slashes of his eyebrows twitched into a frown.

“I can feel you staring,” he rumbled, voice a low drone that soothed her but stirred the heat growing inside her, fanning it hotter.

He lifted his right hand away from her bare back, ran his fingers through his tousled blue-black hair and yawned. No fangs, but his canines were still longer than a mortal’s would be, a sign that part of him was still on edge.

Or hungry.

He tucked his right arm behind his head, stifled another yawn and slowly opened his eyes. Pure amethyst. Sometimes she wished her eyes were like his, not strangely two-tone. None would stare at her or think her valuable if she had eyes like that.

“Come back to me, Taryn,” he murmured and she frowned at him, was on the verge of saying that she hadn’t gone anywhere when it struck her that she had.

She had been sinking into her memories again, thinking of all the horrible things that might not have happened to her if she had been like other dragons, a single and common colour.

Bleu raised his left hand and sifted his fingers through her hair, combing it back from her face, and cupped her cheek.

Her breath hitched as his heat seeped into her, the softness of his caress warming her right down to her soul, and her heart picked up pace in response to the shiver that ran down her spine.

She stared into his eyes, losing herself in them and not wanting to come back to the world, not when it felt so perfect here with him. She felt so safe cocooned in the arms of this male she was falling in love with.

Had perhaps loved for longer than she cared to admit.

He loosed a little moan of pleasure as he stretched beneath her, his delicious body flexing and each muscle announcing itself in a way that had her hungry for another taste of him. She squeezed her thighs together and bit back a moan of her own as she throbbed, still pleasantly sore from their lovemaking.

Bleu shifted position, moving his right arm higher, so it supported his head. His biceps bulged and she cursed them for being such a wonderful distraction.

Together with the rest of him.

The gods had been cruel when they had built her mate so perfect.

She was surprised she had managed to resist him for this long, had been able to tear herself away from him whenever their paths had crossed. The last time, at the slavers market, had been the hardest. She had been so afraid in that moment, tired and battered, on the verge of collapse, and he had been such a temptation. She had wanted to surrender to him, even though she had known that he wouldn’t be gentle with her as she had needed, that if she gave up the fight and let him capture her that only death would have awaited her.

Bleu sighed and brushed his fingers through her hair. “I am losing you again.”

Taryn blinked herself back to him. “My mind wandered.”

“And where did it go?” A half smile played on his lips and she cursed the gods again, because now he looked even more perfect. Roguish. Gorgeous. A little bit wicked.

She pulled her gaze away from him, lifting it up to look over his head towards the mouth of the cave. It was growing lighter, bright enough that she could make out the distant peaks across the valley. He would want to go soon. That made her want to tense and hide, and she had to push herself to remain calm and trust him.

She did trust him.

He had rescued her from the elves who had put her in the cell and he wanted to help her stop her brother. He had promised she would be safe if she returned to the castle with him and met with his prince, and she believed him.

She also believed that he trusted her.

It was there for her to see in what he had said to her.

His prince would understand when they returned to the castle and spoke with him.

He trusted her to meet with the male who ruled the elves. A male she felt Bleu was close to and was more than a master to him.

“And there you go again.” Bleu’s deep rumbling voice pulled her back to him.

She smiled her apology. “There is much on my mind.”

He wriggled beneath her, his naked body rubbing hers in a way that threatened to have her getting lost in her thoughts again, more wicked ones this time.