Darkest Flame (18 page)

He couldn’t look away from her whisky-colored eyes. He was trapped, caught within her beguiling gaze. And he quite liked it.

With his hips pumping rapidly, he gave in to the orgasm, joining Denae as his seed poured inside her. The attraction he’d tried to deny, the need he couldn’t ignore was strengthened, deepened into a thick thread that bound them.

Their breaths were harsh, their bodies pulsing from their shared climax. With limbs still entwined, Kellan pulled out of her and rolled to the side. He was surprised to find he liked—and wanted—her beside him, against him.

*   *   *

Denae didn’t know how long she lay on his chest drifting between that curious state of sleep and wakefulness when she felt his cock thicken against the leg she had thrown over him.

She grinned as she leaned up on her elbow to find his eyes open. Denae straddled him, rising up on her knees until her sex hovered over his arousal that jutted upward.

Approval flashed in his celadon eyes. Denae took hold of his large rod, loving the soft skin encased over hard steel. She ran her hands down his length several times while his gaze darkened and desire flared.

She held him and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft until she had taken all of his impressive length. Then she began to rock her hips.

A low, deep moan rumbled from his chest. Never before had she felt such decadence, such hedonism. She was needy, burning for him. All for Kellan.

His large hands massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they were hard and swollen. She rotated her hips, her movements getting faster and faster the more their desire grew.

Suddenly, he sat up and wrapped an arm around her. She ran her hands over the thick sinew of his chest and shoulders, marveling in his gorgeous physique and the power she felt just beneath her palms.

He leaned her back over his arm, one hand on her hip to keep her moving. Then he clamped his lips over a nipple and drew it deep into his mouth.

Denae cried out, her desire causing her blood to heat through her like fire. Running his tongue back and forth over the tiny nub, he pushed her higher, daring her to follow him.

She was powerless to refuse. Her body was an instrument he knew how to play to perfection.

He moved to her other nipple and gently bit down on the turgid peak and then swirled his tongue around it. Another climax was coming, and no matter what Denae did, he refused to allow her to try and hold it off.

And then she no longer cared.

She screamed his name as another orgasm took her.

As soon as the tremors stopped, she found herself on her stomach with Kellan behind her. He lifted her hips and entered her in one smooth thrust.

Denae moaned, her fingers digging into the covers. His engorged cock pounded into her. With the blanket rubbing against her cheek, she moved back against him, wanting more—needing more.

Kellan ran his hands over her perfectly formed ass. Each time he took her, he thought it would be the last. But every time he filled her, he wanted more.

She looked completely delectable with her bum in the air rocking against him as he thrust. Her responsive body only fueled his already ravenous need.

That need, that devastating yearning to claim her besieged him. There was no holding back, no gentleness as he mercilessly pounded into her tight sheath. Her cries of pleasure only pushed him further until the climax hit.

He threw back his head and shouted as his fingers dug into her hips.

They fell sideways together and he tucked his body next to hers, surprised to find a small measure of satisfaction filling him, but he knew he wouldn’t stay sated for long—not with someone like Denae in his arms.

Even as Kellan thought about rising and checking the perimeter and perhaps taking to the skies as well, he was lulled into resting by the way Denae tucked his hand against her chest and he could feel her heart beating.

*   *   *

Denae woke to Kellan kissing her back, his tongue and lips teasing her skin, arousing her with his skilled mouth. She felt his erection pressing against her back.

There was no stopping the hot, wet rush of anticipation that filled her. He wanted more.

He wanted her.

Denae rubbed her hips against his swollen cock and moaned when one large hand cupped her breast to tease her nipples. She didn’t recognize her body because it was no longer hers.

It was Kellan’s.

She wanted his touch, needed to feel him inside her. Only then was she complete, only then did the world make sense.

Denae murmured his name when he lifted her leg and entered her. While his arousal thrust inside her, his hand skimmed down her belly until his fingers delved into her short curls. Then he thrummed his finger back and forth over her clitoris.

“Come,” he whispered in her ear.

As if her body had been waiting for his command, she screamed as the climax barreled through her. His hips stopped moving, but not his fingers.

He dragged out the orgasm until she was begging him to stop.

Kellan didn’t answer her. Instead, he pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back to take her lips in a savage, brutal kiss.

He had taken her to heights she hadn’t known existed, and she wanted to pleasure him. Denae shifted her hand between them and grasped his cock.

It jumped at her touch, causing her to smile inwardly. She pushed against his shoulder with her free hand until he rolled onto his back.

Denae followed and knelt between his legs as she pumped both hands up and down his impressive length. His moan, low and long, was all she needed to hear to spur her onward.

He sat up and kissed her before giving her head a slight push down. She had never liked taking a man in her mouth, but she couldn’t wait to taste him.

Kellan closed his eyes and plunged his fingers into her silky mane at the first touch of her lips on his cock. She licked and kissed up his length until she came to the head, and then with a flick of her tongue to tease him first, she took him in her mouth.

His groan filled the room loudly.

She slid off the bed to kneel beside it, her hands and mouth learning him in expert fashion. Her amazing mouth sucked harder as he pushed her head down each time he thrust. And she took him deeper.

He was waiting for her to stiffen, to turn away, but she willingly pleasured him, even when he bumped the back of her throat.

Her mouth was too much. Already another orgasm was racing up, and he wanted to spill inside her and claim another part of her, to see his seed on her lips. But there was still so much he wanted to do to her this night.

Kellan tried to pull out of her mouth when he felt his climax rush up on him, but her lips were relentless as she sucked him harder.

He gave a shout when his seed burst from him in a forceful climax that left him shaken to his core.

Denae continued to suck and lick him until he was dry. When she lifted her face to him, Kellan was struck with how he wanted her yet again.

He pulled her back onto the bed, except he kept his distance this time. The fierceness that filled him for her was alarming. He had to put some space between them.

Except after he dozed for a bit, her hand touched his arm. In an instant, he was hard.

And it never entered his mind not to reach for her or give in to the desire.

As the hours passed through the night, again and again they came together. Sometimes he went to her, sometime she to him. But always they gave in to the overpowering, uncontrollable desire.

Which strengthened the growing connection between them.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Rhys rode the air currents, basking in the joy of flying, but even that didn’t stop him from keeping watch over Kellan and Denae.

He hadn’t bothered to go into the lodge and check on them after they arrived. The attraction between them had been palpable, tangible … blatant.

The only problem would be if Kellan gave in. Rhys wasn’t so sure his friend would as long as there was a buffer between him and Denae. Which is why Rhys remained in dragon form.

He circled the area twice, letting his keen eyesight rake the ground below for the tiniest movement. So far there was nothing but the usual nocturnal animals prowling.

There was a chance MI5 could track them. A tremor of unease ran through him.

The humans and Dark Ones had worked together. If they did it once, they could do it again. That in itself was cause for major concern. The Fae—Light or Dark—didn’t align with humans.

Rhys wanted to roar his fury. The only way the Fae and humans would align was because there was someone else mediating. And he would bet a thousand years of flying that the someone was the same person he and Banan had nearly gotten to in London after Jane was kidnapped.

He glanced at the sky. Dawn was coming. Kellan and Denae had had long enough. It was time they got moving, because Rhys couldn’t shake the thought that they had been found.

*   *   *

Kellan didn’t know what woke him. He came awake instantly alert, with his eyes closed as he listened to the night around him.

There.

That was it.

Complete silence outside. No animals, no wind, just … silence.

His ears didn’t pick up any sounds within the lodge, but that didn’t mean the threat wasn’t already inside. He opened his eyes and turned his head to Denae to find her looking at him.

“What is it?” she mouthed.

He motioned to the chair that held their clothes. “Hurry,” he whispered.

She rolled off the bed with nary a sound and hastily got to her clothes. Kellan sat up and made his way to the window, careful to keep out of the fading moonlight. A glance outside showed nothing.

His gaze turned to Denae when he heard a soft brush. As soon as he did, she tossed his clothes to him. Kellan was hesitant to put them on.

If he needed to protect Denae, the best way was in dragon form. A King was more powerful in dragon form, and he could fly them away if necessary.

Kellan put on his jeans and looked to the sky for a glimpse of Rhys. The fact he couldn’t see his friend in the cloudless sky was worrying.

Denae’s head jerked around to the doorway. Kellan followed her gaze to see the low-lying smoke come pouring in. Except it wasn’t smoke. It was the Dark Ones.

“Denae!” he shouted, but it was already too late.

Behind her four Dark appeared and grabbed her, her scream cut short as they disappeared. Kellan leaped over the bed to attack three more Dark who appeared, but no sooner had Kellan began to shift into dragon form than he was hit with dark magic.

And everything went black.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Perth

As soon as his mobile phone rang he set aside the book he was reading and answered, “Yes?”

“It’s done, sir. The two targets were taken by the Dark as you ordered.”

He let out a long breath. “Ah, finally. Anyone else around?”

“Not that we see, sir.”

He sat forward in his wingback chair. “You fools. They wouldna leave Kellan and the human alone!” He was so angry he didn’t care that his fake cultured English accent dropped.

“We scouted the area. There is noth—”

The report was interrupted by the sound of a male scream. He gripped his mobile tightly, hearing it crack. There was no need to ask his lieutenant to finish the report. They were careless, and that carelessness would be their deaths.

“What is it?” He heard the muffled question of his lieutenant to someone else.

More screams sounded through the phone, growing closer and closer until there was nothing.

He remained on the phone, wondering if the Dragon King would pick it up. And just as he expected, the King did. Except he said nothing as he ended the call.

His book forgotten, he rose and hurried to dial another number that was answered immediately. “Get me a new phone number, and make sure it’s sent out to all my generals.”

“Aye, sir. Right now,” came the female reply in her heavy French accent.

He walked out of the building to his car parked down the street. The home he’d purchased in Perth was one of his favorites, but it was dangerous to remain now. Besides, he had hundreds of others to choose from.

And with Kellan caught, one integral part of his plan had been achieved. The Kings’ attention would be diverted to the Dark Fae, thereby leaving him to do as he wished.

With Perth in his rearview mirror, he smiled, anticipating the eventual toppling of the Dragon Kings.

There would be nothing to stop the Silvers from waking and annihilating every human on the planet—righting a wrong done long, long ago.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Rhys stood in the middle of the forest, blood coating his nude body as lifeless MI5 agents littered the ground. He didn’t need to check the lodge.

Kellan and Denae were gone.

Rhys had seen the agents and quickly shifted into human form to take them out, but by the time he realized the Dark Ones were inside the lodge it was too late.

He needed to alert those at Dreagan, but he couldn’t make himself move. Kellan was prisoner to the Darks. Rhys knew what that meant, knew they would likely never see Kellan again.

“All isn’t lost,” came the feminine voice behind him.

Rhys fisted his hands. “I’m no’ in the mood for a visit, Rhi.”

“You were watching from the skies. I was watching from here. I woke Kellan and Denae in time for them to get out of the house, but the Dark were too fast.”

Rhys turned his head to find Rhi leaning against a tree, her arms wrapped about her while she looked vulnerable and a little ill. “Thank you for trying.”

“No, don’t thank me.” She pushed away, a hard expression coming over her face, making her silver eyes almost glow with fury. “They should’ve gotten out. Why didn’t they? I gave them enough time.”

“Kellan,” Rhys said. “He wouldna walk out on the chance there was someone waiting for him.”

“He could’ve taken the humans!” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When her eyes opened, she was calmer, more focused. “I need to report to Usaeil. My queen will want to know this.”