Blazed (7 page)

She stood before him, proudly naked, the heat in her gaze burning him alive. Ty lost all thoughts of trying to make her see reason. For the moment. Her long legs, curvy hips, and bountiful breasts were all he could concentrate on.

Bree pushed his robe from his shoulders, kissing his neck. “Quit thinking. Just feel.”

She traced her tongue down his chest, flicking the hard buds of his nipples before dropping to her knees. Hot hands wrapped around his throbbing cock. Her tongue slid over his tip, sending electric heat into his tightening sac. He groaned, moving to pull her to her feet. Instead, he grasped handfuls of her long red hair and gave in to the burn flooding his senses and demanding control.

Her tongue encircled his cock. Bree drew back, looking up at him through her lashes, and smiled. She blew cool air over his wet skin.

His hips jerked toward her as she took him deep into her mouth. Heat surrounded him, his cock pulsing. She rolled his tight sac between her fingers, gripping his balls. Her mouth moved over his length, bringing Ty to the brink of spilling into her.

But that’s not what he wanted. He wanted to come inside her, to fill her with his seed. The thought was exhilarating and frightening, but he needed her too much to think about it now.

Gaining some semblance of control, he pulled her to her feet. Yanking her naked body to his, Ty violently took her mouth, while he grabbed her ass cheeks and slid his cock between the juncture of her thighs.

She was damp and ready for him.

He wanted much, much more. Picking her up, her pussy sliding against him as she locked her legs around his hips, Ty headed for his bedroom. Each step was agony, her pussy sliding against his cock.

She moaned, grinding her pelvis against him. He stumbled through the doorway and kicked the door closed, then fell onto the bed, Bree still wrapped around him. She giggled, running her hands over his chest.

Ty rolled her onto her back, hovering over her luscious body. She blinked up at him, her eyes a shade of orange. “That was fun.”

He grinned. “Lovey, you haven’t begun to see fun yet.”

“So what are you waiting for? Show me.”

Ty kissed her, hard and fast, sliding his tongue over her lips. He licked down her neck, sucking lightly at the spot where her pulse pounded, before kissing along the slope of her breast. He sucked her nipple, thrumming his tongue against the hard bud, while reaching to cover her wet pussy with his palm.

She moaned, grasping his hair and yanking his head closer to her chest. Growling, Ty licked and sucked her nipple harder.

He slipped his fingers along her, finding her clit, and ground his thumb against the nub of flesh. She cried out as her hips bucked.

“Having fun yet?” he asked.

“Mmm, I need more,” she panted.

“You got it, lovey.” He kissed along her belly and knelt between her creamy thighs, pushing them apart. With a wink at Bree, he licked up the folds of her flesh, nipping her clit.

“Oh, yes,” she cried.

His cock pulsed and all Ty wanted to do was slam into her, burying himself to the hilt. He held the doggone burn in check as much as he could. First, he would make her come.

He plunged his tongue into her pussy while pinching her clit and reaching up to knead one breast, his thumb flicking her tight nipple.

Bree shuddered, her body shaking. “Gods yes,” she shouted.

He thrust his tongue deeper into her sheath, tugging on her clit as she jerked beneath him. Her moan turned into a scream and her pussy clenched around his tongue as her juices flowed.

Chapter Seven

Bree raked her nails over Ty’s shoulders as she came, the orgasm flooding her body with exquisite pleasure. He lapped at her mound, then rose above her, smiling, satisfied.

Grabbing his shoulders, Bree pushed him to the bed. “Gods, that was great. Now, I want more.”

Ty smiled as she grabbed his cock and squeezed. Straddling his legs, she leaned over and drew her tongue along the bottom of his length. He shuddered, reaching for her.

“Uh, uh. No touching yet.”

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment.

Taking his balls in her palm, Bree sucked each one. She pressed her fingertips to the sensitive area just beneath them, her excitement increasing as he groaned, trying not to move. She trailed her fingers down his inner thighs, loving the feel of his coarse hair. Then she slid her mouth over his cock, licking the tip, gently scraping her teeth along his sensitive skin.

This time he jerked. She sucked his length into her mouth, tasting his saltiness, and clamped her lips tight around his base.

Ty groaned, reaching for her again. This time, she didn’t stop him as he grasped her hair. She moved up and down his length, licking and sucking, while rubbing his balls.

Rising, she moved higher, positioning his length at her entrance. Then she eased down his length, every inch stretching her deliciously.

Palming her breasts, Ty groaned. She rose up his cock, then slammed down, grinding her clit against him. Pleasure ran over his face. The blazing heat in her veins pushed her faster, harder. She wanted to make this last forever, though this might be her last night with this man who made her feel so much.

Bending over, Bree kissed him, jerking her hips along his length. Ty arching up to meet her. He thrust up as she slammed down his length once more. Reaching between them, Ty tugged her clit, rubbing in tight, jerky circles. The orgasm hovering close plunged into her. Bree screamed as the tightness in her belly released with a shocking ferocity, swamping through her body and making her shake. She spasmed around his hard cock, the sensations ratcheting almost to beyond bearable.

With a quick twist, Ty flipped her to the bed. He captured her mouth with his, tongue plunging between her lips as he rammed his cock deep into her pussy. Bree shouted into his mouth as the climax flooded her with a molten heat. His groans grew loud and hoarse as his cock pulsed, filling her with his come.

Ty slowed as Bree lay there dreamily, every nerve so sensitive the slightest touch of his body made her shiver with pleasure. She traced the muscles of his back and his tight ass.

As Ty moved to her side, holding her tight, Bree’s eyes began to burn. She wasn’t sure how she was going to leave this man who’d somehow found his way into her very soul.

* * *

They reached the stadium a few hours before the show. Bree left Ty, heading to work, not wanting the distraction of his sexuality, or his concerned hovering. Both disconcerted her in ways she wasn’t used to. In ways she wasn’t sure she could deal with.

Because tonight was the last show. Tomorrow, the band, including herself, would be packing up. The next day, they’d be gone. Washington.

She wouldn’t see Ty again.

As she performed the routine tasks of setting up the pyrotechnics, wires and fuses and control boxes, her mind drifted. Tonight, she’d stay with Ty at his house. She’d make it special, one last memory to comfort her during the dark, lonely nights ahead that were her norm.

Beside her, someone cleared their throat. Bree jumped, looking up to see Calla standing nearby, a concerned expression on her face. “Hello,” Bree said, a bit huskily.

“You know, it’s wiser to give in to destiny rather than fight it.”

Bree shook her head. “Destiny doesn’t control me.”

Calla smiled wryly. “I’ve said those same words before.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I wanted to let you know about the men we have stationed around tonight.”

Calla went over the plans for ensuring Bree’s safety, her voice soft with worry. The woman was a toucher, holding Bree’s hand, patting her shoulder. As she left, Calla even hugged Bree, as if she were family.

Bemused, Bree watched the woman waddle away, wondering what it was like to grow up in such a big family, with people who cared always around. Shaking her head, she got back to business, finishing up the techs and heading backstage to check on Kari and the others.

As she reached the hall, two burly men grunted at her passing. Inside the corridor, more muscle bound men were stationed at ten foot intervals.

Bree knocked on Rick’s door. The drummer opened it a crack and peeked out. When he saw it was her, he yanked her into the room and sat her on the couch. All the band members, except Donovan, were in the room.

“What’s going on?” Kari asked, scooting closer. “No one’s telling us anything, other than we’re in danger from some psycho. Last night, you disappeared and no one knew if you were even safe.” The blonde burst into tears.

Bree drew the girl into her arms, patting her shoulder awkwardly and beseeching Rick for help. The drummer pulled Kari into his own embrace, staring at Bree stubbornly.

With a sigh, Bree told them what she could. After everyone but Rick and Kari filed out to get ready for the show, Bree told them the rest.

“You mean it’s a magic man after you?” Kari asked, wringing her hands tight in front of her.

“I guess.”

“Why?” Rick asked, then blushed. “Not that you’re not quite a catch or anything.”

Smiling at his weird humor, Bree said, “He imprisons people and holds them to steal magic. He’s a powerful man, but it sounds like most of his power comes from others.”

“Evil.” Kari sniffled.

“It’s all right, kitty cat,” Rick said, holding her hand. “We’ll keep Bree safe.”

* * *

Ty sat in the front row, Calla, Scott and Fred next to him. He was tense, not the best thing to be. Bree had shown up for a split-second, fumbled some half-baked explanation of staying by the control center, then ran away.

He could see her from his seat. Barely. And all he wanted to do was rush over and hover by her side. But every time he moved to head her way, Calla grabbed his arm and held him down. “If you don’t give her time, she’s going to run away,” she kept saying.

While he trusted his sister, it was hard to listen to such advice.

Watching Bree flitter around all evening, Ty had realized something. He didn’t want the woman to leave.

Plans laid never went right, not for him. He’d made them anyway.

Tonight, he’d take her to his house. He’d love her so thoroughly the woman wouldn’t be able to move.

Then, they’d talk. Even if he had to tie her up.

He was going to come out and tell her how he felt. It didn’t matter he’d never been able to make a relationship work. With this woman, he wanted to try. If that meant following her all around the doggone country with the band up on stage screeching like lunatics, so be it.

He wasn’t going to let this strange, fragile thing between them go. He refused to let her go. Now he just had to convince the beautiful, stubborn woman of such a thing.

“How can y’all stand such caterwauling?” Fred asked.

Calla laughed. “I just don’t listen. The band’s actually pretty good. If they had a singer who could sing, they’d probably be big.”

“I can’t take it no more. Scott, you take me home?” Fred pleaded.

The fireman looked like he wanted to say no. Instead, he glared at Ty. “Keep an eye on her.” He nodded to Calla.

Repressing his grin, Ty replied, “I’ve told you. She’s been my sister longer than your wife. She’s still in one piece, ain’t she?”

With a snort, Scott led Fred toward the backstage exit.

Calla leaned against Ty, holding his hand. “That old man is hilarious. Guess teenagers’ music just isn’t to his taste.”

“Mine either,” Ty said grumpily, wishing he could grab Bree and leave too.

Calla smacked his shoulder. “Quit tensing up. You keep making my pillow wiggle.”

“Then maybe you should have brought a real one, rather than depending on my arm.” He drew her closer and tried to stay still as the band moved into yet another number that made his head pound with all the screaming Donovan was doing.

* * *

Bree watched the stage, the crowd and everywhere else she could see for any sign of attack. Nothing had happened all night. It was deceptive, she was certain.

From everything the Dragos had said about this master, he wouldn’t just give up. Unless he planned to follow them to Washington.

The thought made her breath stop. What would she do if that happened? If this dark mage decided it was too risky here, he could just follow them. In Washington, she wouldn’t have the protection of Ty Dragos.

Bree slammed the console, switching the finale works on.

Damn it all.

Why was she even pondering such things? What was it this man managed to do to her in three short days? Tying her up in knots of confusing emotions.

The band began their final number. Bree watched the control panel. Everything was moving as it should. As the band reached the first chorus, flames shot up from the two far ends of the stage. The crowd, like usual, went wild, screaming for more.

Bree gave it to them.

Fire exploded high above the stage, turning into glittering sparkles as it drifted through the air to dust the stage. The band hit the final note, drawing the sound out. Bree kept time, waiting, waiting. Donovan stopped singing and the last explosion rocketed the stage on cue.

The individual platforms everyone stood on began to rise as flames licked along the bases -- contained properly.

High above the stadium, fire spread across the sky. Not a part of the show. Bree took a deep breath as her gaze was caught by the orange sky.

It was time -- and this fight she would not lose.

* * *

Ty stared at the flames licking over the sky. Dark shapes emerged. Calla’s grip tightened on his arm. “He’s here,” she said.

“Get Bree,” Ty shouted as the dark shapes resolved into dragons. Three. All black.

“You can’t fight them all alone,” she protested.

“Get Bree.” Ty jumped from his seat and raced outside. As soon as he cleared the building, he shifted. He jumped into the air, pushing his bulk to intercept the dragons descending on the concert.

The crowd was cheering wildly, as if this was all part of the show. Stupid humans.

He flew through the air, aiming for the largest dragon. Bowing his head, he slammed into the Other’s side, his horns slicing through scales and skin.

The dragon bellowed.

Ty twisted to rake his claws along its wings.

Hurt, the creature screamed, blowing a dark black fire as he spun out of control toward the ground.

Pain raked along Ty’s back. The other two were on him. A trumpet call reached him. Below, frantically flapping her wings, Calla rose to join the fight.

Ty bellowed at her for ignoring his orders. She snorted and blew fire above him.

The Others both screamed in pain, their claws and teeth leaving his back. Sinuously flipping in the air, Ty raced after the dragons, Calla by his side. Together, they chased the unnatural creatures, sending clean, orange flames after them. Then, as one, Calla and Ty spun back to the stadium.

Ty landed outside, shifting back to human. He stared at his sister. “I told you to keep Bree safe.”

“Scott has her. He saw the disturbance and came back inside.”

Rushing down the hall, Ty burst into the chaotic stadium. Band members were being rushed backstage, while other hunters pushed the spectators out the door.

And he couldn’t find Bree or Scott.

“Where are they?” Ty shouted. He took a step toward the stage, only to freeze as pain swamped his body.

He couldn’t move as agony and terror washed through him. It tasted like Bree.

“Help me,” she whispered from somewhere distant, as if only in his head.

“Bree!” he shouted as the world spun, becoming dark.