Darkest Flame, page 14
part #1 of Dark Kings Series
She had never seen anything so striking, so amazing before. Denae was torn between studying the tat more, or studying him more. It didn’t take long for her to choose.
While her hands caressed him, she could feel every tremor, every twitch that went through his muscles. Just as she reached for the button of his jeans, he kissed her again and again, until she could barely remain standing.
Only then did he kneel before her and remove her shoes and socks. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. No man—mortal or immortal—had ever shown her such care, such attention as Kellan.
She smoothed back a lock of his wavy hair that had fallen into his eyes. A smile pulled at her lips when he neatly set aside her shoes and socks before he looked up at her. The fire in his eyes hadn’t diminished. In his gaze, she felt beautiful and … wanted.
It wasn’t until that moment that she knew she had been searching for just such a look in men’s eyes before. Always she had come away feeling a little let down. But not now, not when she had Kellan.
Her breath caught in her chest when his fingers slid between her pants and her skin. With their gazes locked and the flames of desire growing with each heartbeat, he gradually pulled her yoga pants over her hips and down her legs until they pooled at her feet. He grasped one leg at a time and lifted her out of the pants, which joined their shirts on the chair.
When he straightened, she rose up on her toes and kissed him. His arms were like bands of steel as they came around her, locking her against him.
His arousal was pressed against her stomach, causing desire to pool between her legs. An urgency filled her, a hunger to have him inside her that instant.
But Kellan held her back.
She tore her mouth from his and gasped for air as she leaned back against the wall. When she opened her eyes, he had somehow taken off his boots without her knowing it.
Denae’s hands shook when she grasped the waist of his jeans again. This time, he didn’t stop her when she unbuttoned them. She pushed the opening wider and caught a glimpse of his rod. Somehow she wasn’t surprised he didn’t wear anything beneath his jeans. She found it sexy, a turn-on that had her pushing his jeans down.
Soon he was completely nude and she stood in her underwear and cami. He reached up and pulled out the band holding her braid. Using as much care as he had in undressing her, he loosened her hair until it hung about her shoulders.
With her heart pounding in her chest, his hand slid around her neck and dragged her to him for another fiery kiss.
No longer was he patient and calm in undressing her. Her cami was quickly removed, their kiss interrupted only when the shirt was pulled over her head.
The longer they kissed, the fiercer their passion became. He bent his legs and tightened his arms around her as he lifted her and walked them to the bed.
She expected to be tossed down. She should’ve known better. He gently lowered her onto the bed, never breaking their kiss.
Kellan couldn’t remember ever being so consumed by a woman. He couldn’t get enough of Denae’s delightful lips, her sweet taste, and most assuredly her passionate responses.
She was all fire and softness in his arms. Her feminine curves pleasing, as was the toned muscle he could feel beneath her silky skin.
He rocked his hips against her, and moaned at the exquisite feel. His body demanded instant release, but he wanted to take his time with Denae and savor her. He wasn’t sure why, nor did he want to look deeper into himself and find out.
Her short nails dug into his back as she opened her legs so he was cushioned against her core. Kellan could feel her heat and wetness through the thin panties.
Need, craving … hunger slammed into him. It rode him hard, urging him to rip off her panties and fill her again and again until she screamed in fulfillment.
He fisted a hand in the blanket and fought to rein in the insistent need. But it had been so very long since he’d felt a woman’s sheath around him, felt her slick heat.
Kellan ended the kiss and rose up on his hands, his arms straightening until he loomed over her. She blinked up at him with half-closed eyes and kiss-swollen lips.
He looked down her body to see firm breasts, a perfect handful, and dark pink–tipped nipples. They were too much to resist.
Bending his arms, he flicked a tongue over one hard peak and heard Denae moan. He settled between her legs and latched onto one nipple with his lips while he teased the other with his fingers.
Her hips rubbed against him in time with his suckling, causing a sheen of sweat to break out over his skin as she fought giving in to his desires.
He moved from one breast to the other, teasing, fondling, and licking each nipple until small cries fell from Denae’s lips.
Kellan kissed the valley between her breasts and moved down her stomach to her hips. He looked up and caught her gaze as he grasped her panties in each hand.
He knelt on the floor and slowly pulled the thin cotton over her flared hips until a thatch of dark curls could be seen. His brow rose as he noticed the curls had not only been trimmed but shaped into a narrow strip.
Such a thing hadn’t existed the last time he had taken a female, and he found the sight … exciting and titillating. As he pulled her panties down her thighs he smelled her arousal and it caused his already aching cock to jump in expectation.
Kellan removed her panties and ran his hands back up her shapely legs, pushing them farther apart as he did. Then he gently tugged her to the edge of the bed so that her sex, which glistened with desire, was near his mouth.
He leaned close and licked her, causing a low moan to fill the room. That one taste wouldn’t be nearly enough. He knew the taste of her kisses. He wanted to know the taste of her essence now.
Running his thumbs in a light caress at the juncture of her thighs, he found her clitoris and began to slowly roll his tongue around it.
Denae’s hips bucked against him, her soft cries turning to shouts of pleasure as he licked and laved at her swollen clit. When she was writhing on the bed, her head thrashing from side to side, he slid a finger inside her.
She came apart with a scream.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Denae was sailing, floating, soaring on a cloud of incomparable bliss.
Radiant, luminous rapture took her.
Brilliant, gleaming euphoria seized her.
White-hot, incandescent ecstasy entranced her.
With her body still in the throes of her climax, she felt Kellan rise over her. She reached for him, needing to feel his weight atop her.
As soon as her hands met his skin, she opened her eyes. His face was breaths from hers, stark with raw, visceral need. She urged him to her and gasped when his cock grazed her swollen, sensitive flesh.
His jaw clenched when the thick head of his arousal found her entrance. Denae’s back arched as he slowly slid inside her, filling her, stretching her. She bit her lip when he pulled out, only to plunge inside her once more—harder, deeper.
She was soon rocking against him, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Sweat glistened over their skin as the rhythm increased.
Denae never let go of him. She was descending into a chasm of desire she knew would change her forever. In the middle of the storm was Kellan.
He was all that held her steady, all that kept her anchored.
And she never wanted to relinquish her hold, as unsure and unsteady as it was.
The familiar ache settled low in her stomach, tightening, constricting as the passion built with each thrust of his hips, each plunge of his shaft.
Her legs wrapped around him. One of his hands slid beneath her buttocks and angled her hips higher. As soon as he did, he drove inside her, filling her deeper than before.
Denae cried out from the exquisite feel of him within her, as if she was finally complete, finally whole. Their gazes clashed, held as his hips pumped savagely, relentlessly.
And then he kissed her.
She wound her arms around his neck while his unyielding body filled her again and again, each stroke taking her closer and closer to another climax.
As if knowing she was close, Kellan ended the kiss and looked at her. Denae was unable to look away, even as her body stiffened and the orgasm began.
She shouted his name, her nails digging into his flesh as she was taken higher, swept further than before.
Kellan was enthralled as he watched the pleasure fill her eyes and face, felt her body clamping around his cock. There was no holding back his own climax, not after seeing—and feeling—her peak twice.
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.
