Possessed by a Dark Warrior (33 page)

That need to know how good his tongue would feel on her flesh.

She reached a trembling hand towards his shaft and frowned when he dropped to his knees. The rough black ground bit into them but he didn’t feel the stab of the pebbles as he gazed at her hips.

At the sweet neat thatch of violet curls at the apex of her thighs.

“Bleu,” she whispered, uncertainty lacing her voice, stirring his softer side and the part of him that wanted to be gentle with her.

He looked back up at her.

Fuck, she really was beautiful.

She towered over him, gazing down at him, the shyness back in her eyes as her eyebrows furrowed and she worried her lower lip with her teeth. How could such a powerful female look so innocent? She had been more than wicked in the dreams they had shared, skilled with her mouth and her body, but here in reality she looked ready to bolt.

He lowered his eyes to her hips again and called himself a bastard, because he couldn’t let her back down now.

He needed to taste her.

She trembled under his fingers as he ran them up her calves, over her knees and swept them up to her hips. Her throat worked on a hard swallow. He kept his eyes locked with hers and skimmed his palms over her hips and down her inner thighs, brushing the edges of her groin. Her eyes slipped shut and her breath left her in a rush, and the hunger that swept through their incomplete bond damn near had him coming.

Gods, the power she had over him. If only she knew.

He dropped his hungry gaze to her hips and she didn’t resist when he carefully applied a little pressure to the back of her left thigh. She let him move her leg, only moaned when he hooked it over his shoulder, exposing her core to the cool air of the cave. Her breath hitched when he leaned in, hands coming down on his head and his shoulder, and a flicker of uncertainty ran through her again.

He blew across her tiny bead and she shuddered and moaned, clutched him tightly with both hands. He swept his up her inner thighs and gently parted her plush lips, revealing her to his greedy eyes. Gods, he wanted to devour her. He would devour her.

Bleu stroked his tongue across her pert nub and she jerked against his face, a bark of pleasure exploding from her lips. He groaned and did it again, drinking down each gasp and moan that left her as she grew accustomed to his caress. When she relaxed against the wall, her grip on him going lax, he delved lower, lapped at her entrance and moaned at the taste of her. Sweet and sublime. He could feast on her forever and never get enough.

He licked back up, flicked his tongue over her nub, took pleasure from her high gasp as she quaked against him. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.

Taryn shuddered again, her hands gripping more tightly when he rubbed his thumbs downwards, teased her slick core with one while he tortured her with his tongue. She moaned and writhed, the hunger that constantly flowed from her into him growing fiercer, mingling with desperation. She wanted release. Needed it. He would give it to her.

He circled her entrance with his finger and slipped it inside, just enough to press against the fleshy part of her that would have her screaming out her climax before long. His tongue flickered over her nub, swirled and pressed as he stroked her with his finger. Her breaths turned ragged and she dug her fingers into his shoulder and tangled her other hand in his hair, twining the lengths between her fingers and pulling on it as she desperately rolled her hips.

Bleu angled his head and suckled her arousal as he added another finger, stretched her and stroked her harder. Moisture ran down his fingers and pooled in his palm, hot against his skin. He groaned and nipped at her bead with his blunt teeth, his cock kicking against his stomach, balls tightening at the thought of being inside her and feeling her juices coating him as they coated his hand.

She moaned and wriggled, breathed sigh after sigh as she sought release. He couldn’t stop his imagination from racing ahead, picturing feeding his cock into her core and seeing her face as he seated himself inside her, stretching her and claiming her.

He groaned and licked harder, pressed deeper with his fingers, and she cried out, her entire body jerking towards him and tensing as she quivered around him. Hot liquid streamed down his fingers and he lapped at her nub, listening to her ragged breathing and feeling her heart racing in his chest as her climax swept through her. When she sank against the wall and pushed against his shoulder and head, a giggle escaping her, he drew back, obeying her silent command to give her a moment.

A smile played on her lips as she looked down at him, panting, her eyes twinkling but still dark with desire.

A real smile.

One that hit him so hard in the chest it knocked the wind from him.

He stared up at her and that smile faded as if his serious expression was contagious. She blinked slowly and a thousand things rushed to the tip of his tongue, half of them ridiculous nonsense about how beautiful she was and the other half liable to frighten her away.

He didn’t want to drive her away.

He needed her too much.

Her eyes slowly drifted over him and settled on his cock. It kicked in response to the heat of her gaze on it and the way her eyes darkened, hunger reigniting in them.

Bleu withdrew his hand from her and she looked at it as he brought it towards him and then up into his eyes. He held her gaze as he licked her spending from his fingers, relishing every drop as if it was ambrosia. Fuck, it was ambrosia. The greatest drug he had ever known. It sent fire blazing through his blood, stirred his desire to beyond the point of pain, made him desperate for her in a way he had never experienced before.

Taryn looked him over again and then stepped towards him. His breath hitched and he had the feeling that she was about to turn the tables on him and this time he would be the one screaming his lungs out.

Fuck, he wanted that.

She lifted her leg, flashing Heaven at him, and his breath left him in a rush as she pressed her foot to his shoulder and pushed him onto his back. He lay half on the black ground and half on the blanket, unable to move as he stared up at her, anticipation coiling in his stomach again, making his hard length jerk near constantly against his stomach.

Her eyes raked over him again, hungry gaze burning him and stoking the fire, until it was an inferno and he couldn’t breathe as he watched her coming to stand over his hips, followed her as she lowered herself and sat astride him.

He hissed as her wet heat encased his cock and tipped his head back into the floor, body straining as bliss rolled through him.

That sense of Heaven only grew as she rose off him again, her eyes on his the whole time, and grasped hold of his cock. She positioned it beneath her and he stilled, dropped his gaze to where she held him, and bit his lower lip as she eased back. The head of his cock pushed against her moist core and he groaned through gritted teeth as her heat scalded him, hotter and wetter than he had imagined. He held back, resisting the need to thrust himself to the hilt inside of her, allowing her to be in control even when he wanted to flip her over and take her hard and fast.

He lifted his hips a little though, impatience tearing at his control, and groaned at how tight she was around him, gloving him and gripping him fiercely. He pushed upwards as she moved downwards, a bit rougher than he had meant to be.

She flinched.

At least he thought it was because he had been rough until his lust fogged mind cleared enough to realise it had been for a different reason.

She was tight and it had nothing to do with his size.

He grasped her hips, tried to stop her but she growled at him, flashing killer sharp teeth. She grabbed his hands, shoved them up to his shoulders and pinned them on the ground there as she inched back onto him. Violet fire flashed in her eyes and the hunger she felt surged through him, more powerful than he had ever felt it, a possessive force that knocked the wind from him.

Not born of violence but born of desire.

Her face screwed up as she sank back onto him, her breath coming in fast pants as she held him pinned beneath her, an echo of her pain trickling through him. It burned brighter but she didn’t stop, she pressed down on him, pushed past the point of pain and all of her strength and fight seemed to leave her as the tip of his cock hit the furthest point it could reach. She sank against his chest, breathing hard, heart racing.

Her hands went lax against his and he kept still beneath her, still struggling to take in what had just happened.

She was untouched.

His addled mind banded that around and the more he thought about it, the stronger his feelings grew, until he felt dangerously possessive of her.

Because he was her first.

Her only.

She was purely his. No other male had touched her. No other male had marked her.

She was his alone.

His forever.

The urge to bite her again was overwhelming but he clamped his jaws shut and focused on her instead, on the feel of her wrapped around his hard cock and the way she was resting on him, her cheek pressing against his chest and hands linked with his.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, voice hoarse and thick, rumbling around the dark cave.

The thought that she was his alone soon gave way to another one, a realisation that hit him hard.

His little dragon must have fought her owners fiercely in order to remain untouched.

When she had been telling him about her past, he hadn’t once believed she had managed to stop them from touching her. In the years he had known of her existence, he hadn’t once thought she would be intact. He had presumed she would have known males in her past, that she would have taken lovers. He knew of dragons. He knew their females were renowned for their passion and carnal hungers, and that they took lovers whenever their needs arose, using them to sate their desire.

That part of Taryn had been at the helm when she had pinned him to the floor.

“Because I knew you would try to stop me,” she said and rose off him, and he groaned as he slid deeper into her heat.

Her eyes darkened again and her hunger mingled with his.

“And I did not want to stop.” She wriggled her hips and he moaned again, every inch of him tensing as pleasure blasted through him. “I told you that I wanted you.”

She had, but he hadn’t realised the meaning behind those words. That she wanted him when she had never wanted another. She had kept herself pure. Now all he could think about was how he was tainting her.

He had known seven centuries ago that she was his fated female, and although he had conditioned himself to forget about her, deep down he had been aware of what she was to him. His instincts as her mate wouldn’t have allowed his most primal side to forget her. That knowledge hadn’t stopped him from scratching his biological itches with other females though.

There had been no feelings behind his trysts, those moments he had shared with them had been purely a satisfaction of needs, but that didn’t stop him from feeling sick to the pit of his stomach as he gazed up at her.

The feeling that he didn’t deserve her grew stronger alongside his feelings for her, sinking its claws in deep, shredding his soul and threatening to tear him apart.

Loren had been celibate for millennia waiting for his ki’ara and he hadn’t even known who she was and when he would meet her—if he would ever meet her.

Bleu had known of his but he had still slept with many females.

He had told his sister countless times how much he longed for his fated one, and when she had come along, he had turned his back on her and conditioned himself to forget her because he had believed she could never be his.

But now he had hope, he was here with her, and being with her made him see just how hollow the moments he had shared with those females in his past had been, because Taryn filled him up and made him feel whole.

Complete.

Yet he couldn’t stop feeling as if he was tainting her.

The gods only knew how long she had been alive. He found it hard to comprehend that she had been around for the seven hundred years he had known her without ever seeking a male’s touch. The thought that she had been celibate for longer than that blew his mind.

Stirred his possessiveness.

Fuck, he had to go back to the castle with her at some point and what sort of male was he going to be then, when his little dragon was around so many unmated males?

“Your eyes have gone dark,” she whispered, a trace of fear in her voice, and he closed them. Her palms pressed against his cheeks. “You are mad at me?”

“Gods, no,” he barked and looked at her, wanting her to see in his eyes that he wasn’t. He could never be angry with her. He was angry with himself. He was angry with males he didn’t even know, furious at the thought they might look at her. “I just can’t stop thinking—”

“So stop thinking,” she whispered in a sultry voice and leaned over him, brushed her lips across his chest and licked the scars on his throat.

He wasn’t sure he could.

She proved him wrong when she moved, shifting on his cock, rising slowly off it before pressing back down. Fuck, not a single thought remained in his mind as she began riding him, slowly at first, tentative thrusts that had him staring at her through wide eyes as he grew accustomed to how tight she was. How hot.

Her pace gained confidence and speed and he could only growl and tip his head back as he fought for control, tried to let her be the one to master him and take the lead. Hunger pooled in his chest, a dark need to roll her over and take her, to possess her and make her see that her wait had been worth it.

He would make a good mate for her.

She moaned, threw her head back and moved faster, her pert breasts bouncing with each upwards stroke and downwards plunge. Her palms pressed against his chest, fingertips digging into his pectorals. He gritted his teeth, breathed harder as he had to focus to master his own damned body as she clenched him, flexing her wet heat around him. Her slick juices rolled down his shaft, trickled through his curls, dampened his balls.