Deviant Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Three)

by Brenda Trim

As if all that wasn’t enough, she had just watched a dragon fly into a house through a glass roof. Now, she stood on the doorstep of that house, hoping to be invited in so they could ask him for help. Kyran seemed to be calm, but she knew in one breath of fire they could be toast. Literally. In that disconcerting note, the door opened and a man stood over her by a good six inches, glaring at her with ruby-red eyes. His eyes actually looked like gemstones, if that was possible.

  She gaped and realized that this was the dragon transformed into a man. He was apprehensive and on alert, but didn’t seem outright hostile and she prayed that meant he was friendly. She checked him for weapons and noticed that all he had on were leather pants. He had a chiseled chest that rivaled any body-builder and it displayed a large dragon tattoo. His tattoo artist had an eye for detail and even captured the gem-like quality of his red eyes. If she didn’t know better, she’d believe he had actual rubies embedded in his flesh.

  Kyran broke the silence by taking a step forward. “I am Kyran Tarakesh, Vampire Prince of the Tehrex Realm, and this lovely lass is Mackendra Callaghan. We are hoping you can assist us with a rather important matter.”

  The dragon looked between them and then his eyes settled on the animal Mack was holding. “Nate,” he rumbled, sticking out his hand. The two males shook briefly and Mack was surprised at the gentle grasp when Nate took her hand. “You two look like you’ve had a rough time of it. Come in and tell me what brings you here.”

  Mack grabbed Kyran’s hand in silent question and he met her gaze briefly. He nodded and followed Nate into his house. “Thank you for your hospitality. My mate has been complaining aboot being dirty and tired,” Kyran said, winking at her.

  She let go of his hand and slapped his arm. “I never would have said that if you hadn’t mentioned creature comforts. Thank you for inviting us in, Nate. I don’t imagine you get many visitors living out here. Should I leave this little guy outside?” She absently wondered if she put him down if he’d run away. She hoped not because she had grown attached to him.

  “Oi, I’ve never had visitors quite like you two. Clearly, you aren’t from around here. We aren’t actually all that far from town. The city of Duamutef is only a league away.”

  “Is that where we will find your leader?” Kyran asked.

  “Yes, Legette lives in castle Tatenen which is also where the Maahes headquarters is located.” Mack suppressed her laughter as she imagined the dragons, knights and castles of old.

  “Can I assume, given their mutual location, that the Máahes is a King’s guard?”

  Nate’s smile was more forced than friendly. “Yes, we guard the King, as well as, our land. Obviously, we aren’t all located in the castle. Many of us live throughout the jungle acting as its protectors. Back to your question, Mackendra, he is welcomed in my home. And, I promise not to eat you,” the dragon said to her furred friend.

  She was taken back by his statement and he must have seen the look on her face. “You’ve found a kippie which are one of our more delicious residents. Please trust me when I say that I have no plans on dining on your friend. I already have my dinner cooking. Besides, I doubt he will want to be far from you, Mackendra.” She didn’t see any other choice but to trust Nate, so she followed him inside.

  “Call me Mack, please. Kyran is the only one who calls me Mackendra.” She had seen and smelled smoke and looked around for the fireplace, but didn’t see one. What she saw instead, was a surprisingly modern home. She expected dragons to live in caves, surrounded by piles of gold.

  The entrance opened immediately into a much larger space. The room was circular and what furniture was in the room was arranged on the outskirts, leaving the center free. The furniture itself consisted of two large sofas in black leather with blunt wooden legs and a coffee table that was the same metal as the house. She would have expected the home to feel cold and impersonal with the concrete floor, metal walls and lack of art, but it was surprisingly welcoming. She wondered if the device hanging on one wall was a television. It was a clear glass rectangle and the way it hung on the wall reminded her of a flat screen.

  She followed Nate as he crossed to the left of the entrance. She surmised he had entered a kitchen. There was a sink and what looked like a faucet, if she wasn’t mistaken. She saw no fridge or stove or dishwasher, but there was a wide metal column that ran from floor to ceiling. Her gaze followed it to the ceiling and through the clear roof, she saw smoke curling outside.

  “Mack,” the dragon said with a tilt of his head, drawing her attention back to him. “Let me get the kippie something to eat and we can talk.”

  Nate opened one of the low cupboards, pulled a plate out and then opened another and grabbed some vegetables. The kippie had been clinging to her until that point, but began chattering and reaching toward the food. Nate placed the offerings on a low concrete counter. “Here you go, this will fatten you up. Don’t worry, you’re safe here,” Nate winked at her. Mack placed her new friend on the counter, wondering if she really could trust this dragon.

  “You’re not a vampire. You smell different. Like fruit.” She appreciated Nate’s blunt approach. She was the same way and saw no reason to beat around the bush or waste time on niceties.

  “No. I’m just a human,” she replied.

  “What exactly is a human? Are you some kind of Fae?”

  She laughed. “No, I’m not Fae and not sure how to answer. Humans have short life spans, about ninety years, and have no special talents compared to supernaturals.”

  “Shit-snacking-crackers. That’s going to suck for you when she dies, unless vampires take more than one mate.” Surprisingly, she didn’t like the idea of Kyran taking more than one mate and was very curious what his response would be.

  “Nay, we are given only one mate and she willna die. She is now immortal,” Kyran said through gritted teeth, clearly agitated.

  “Gods, you don’t have a choice,” the big male recoiled. Apparently, he didn’t like the idea of being forced into a mating any more than Mack did. Although, she had to admit, the idea was growing on her. “At least she’s scrumptious. So, how long have you been mates? I rarely encounter mates since we haven’t had many after our King disappeared. Hells, we haven’t had any new offspring, either, for that matter.”

  “We only just learned of our mating. In fact, we discovered it after coming here to your realm. What realm are we in anyway?” Kyran asked, coming up beside her and folding his arms across his chest.

  “You are in Khoth, Ace. Do you know how you got here?” Nate asked, busying himself with preparing food in the kitchen.

  “Och, that’s the question of the day. One second we were on earth, and the next, I felt us crossing a portal and we came out on your side. That’s actually why we are here. I saw some dragon shifters at the portal and thought one of you may be able to get us back home.”

  “I have a torc roasting and was about to have a meal. Why don’t you guys clean up and we can talk some more after.” Nate said with a chuckle, ignoring Kyran. Mack couldn’t stop the image that came to her mind of Kyran soaping her up.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Mack and Kyran followed Nate as he walked to a door leading off the main room and opened it. A light went on automatically and Nate stepped to the side, revealing a bathroom. It followed the same modern theme as the rest of the house, with glass and metal everywhere and the shower was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. It wasn’t enclosed at all and there was no showerhead. She only realized it was the shower area when Nate showed them how to activate it via a panel on the wall and water fell from holes in the ceiling like rain.

  “Just come out when you’re done. We’re about the same height. Do you want some clean clothes, Kyran? I’m afraid I don’t have anything that would fit you, Mack. Unless you want one of my shirts,” he said suggestively.

  “She willna be wearing anything of yours, dragon. Clean clothes for me would be great.”

  “Don’t worry, your mate may have the bo
dy of a Goddess, but I respect the institution of mating and would never dream of making a move. I’ll leave the clothes outside the door.” With that Nate left the bathroom and closed the door.

  Immediately, Mack went over to the cabinets and began rifling through them. “What are you doing, Mackendra?”

  “I’m looking for a razor, Kyran.”

  “What for? You have your knife,” he asked, confusion wrinkling his brow.

  She stopped and cocked her hip. “You aren’t a woman so I don’t expect you to understand, but I am fuzzier than that kippie and I need to shave. That scruff you have going on is sexy as sin, while mine is just disgusting.” She reached out and ran her palm over the stubble on his jaw.

  “What do you need to shave?” he asked with a lecherous grin.

  She stood on her tiptoes, putting her within inches of his tempting mouth. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she purred and then began stripping off her clothes. She crossed to the panel and set the water to scorching, more than ready to clean the film of dirt from her body.

  She heard a faint groan and looked back over her shoulder. He swayed on his feet and caught himself with his palm on the counter. She peered closely and noticed that he was pale and that his eyes were glassy. Instinct drove her to his side and had her wrapping her arm around his waist. “What’s wrong?”

  *****

  Kyran couldn’t remember the last time he had been this weak. He needed blood desperately. He took a deep breath to relieve the dizziness, but all that did was carry his mate’s scent into his lungs. Goddess, he wanted Mackendra beyond what was good for him and seeing her naked had shot need coursing through his veins, hardening his cock. Now that she was so close, he didn’t know what he needed more, her blood or her body. And, the pain in his mate mark emphasized that.

  “I need blood and I need it now, Mackendra. I am weakening with every passing second,” he explained, watching her reaction closely.

  “I assume you aren’t going to ask Nate for a donation. I don’t know if I can do this, Kyran. Just thinking about it is making me sick to my stomach. The skirm that attacked me fed viciously and it still wakes me at night,” she told him honestly. He may not have known her then, but the thought that she had been harmed made his blood boil. He wouldn’t rest until the skirm who attacked her was dead.

  “The bite of a vampire is no’ like that of a skirm. I wouldna ask it of you, but I see no other option. It seems that Nate wants to help, but if he turns against us, I doona have enough strength to defend us. And, before you open that sexy little mouth of yours, neither do you. You canna fend off a dragon.” He kept his arms at his sides, not wanting to frighten her more.

  He felt her tense by his side and then straighten her shoulders. “Okay, just do it,” she said, thrusting her wrist in front of him. She was the bravest female he had ever met. She hated what she called “blood-suckers” and had suffered at the hands of a skirm, yet here she was, willing to set that aside and do what was necessary to help him. He had no doubt that her desire to do this was driven by her determination to save those trapped females. His mate would walk into fire to save another and it made him stand taller with pride.

  “I am no’ going to turn your offer away, but it won’t be like this.” He quickly shucked his clothes and tugged her under the water. The water was hot and steam was filling the bathroom, creating the perfect atmosphere. The cloud of mist touched his hypersensitive skin, making him harder.

  She was shaking underneath his palms as he rested them on her shoulders. “Relax, Mackendra. As my mate, you were made to feed me. This is natural and how it should be.”

  She snorted indelicately. “There is nothing natural about this Kyran. Feeding you goes against everything I have stood for, but I understand that we need to have every defense at our disposal to get home.” He swatted her ass and enjoyed her squeal of surprise. She would deny it, but her dilated pupils and scent told him of her arousal.

  “Och, but you are a Firecracker, my Firecracker,” he whispered against her ear. “Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”

  “Not yet, I’m going to scrub the slime off my body before you sink your fangs into my flesh and infect my bloodstream.”

  “You’re still thinking like a human,” he countered as she grabbed a bottle of soap from the floor. His cock kicked at the sight of her bent over with her backside on full display. “Bacteria will no’ make you ill,” he said gruffly. He wanted to do things to her in this position and nearly acted on those impulses.

  “That may be, but I am still dirty and I know by now what happens when you take that tone of voice with me. You’re going to wait until I’m clean, end of discussion.”

  He chuckled, allowing her to win this time. She had no idea what a rare occurrence that was. He took the soap from her, washing himself while he watched her do the same. The sight of her hands running over her breasts with the soapy bubbles had his fangs punching out and his eyes glowing.

  The vixen teased him by massaging the globes and pinching the turgid tips. Her eyes hooded and her head fell back. Her hands left her luscious breasts and traveled slowly over her flat abdomen. She paused above her thatch of blacks curls and splayed her hands on her lower torso. She had said she wanted to shave and he couldn’t help but wonder if she shaved everywhere. Hair, or not, he wanted to run his tongue through her slick center again and make her cry out in orgasm. He wanted to hear his name leave her lips.

  The bubbles were gone from her hands, but continued down. She moaned as she ran the fingers of one hand into her slit and rubbed circles around her clit, but didn’t touch it. He saw how much she enjoyed what she was doing in the way her skin flushed and her breaths came out in pants. She held his gaze the entire time. Her fingers disappeared further down and he nearly lost it completely. He had never seen a more erotic sight. His need for her came crashing down in tiny explosions throughout every cell in his body.

  She lowered her head and a gasp escaped her. He followed her line of sight and realized he had gripped his erection and was pumping his hand up and down his length. He growled as he prowled the couple steps to her and then shoved her into the cool metal wall. He leaned his body against hers and tried to catch his breath and settle his heart.

  His shaft was trapped between their bodies and her heaving breasts brushed his chest. Her breath fell against his chin and her hooded gaze captivated his. The urge to taste her struck him anew. He leaned down and brushed his lips over her mouth. Without hesitation, she parted her mouth, inviting him in. Each erotic sensation was new to him and made him want to restrain her and take her hard.

  He turned her roughly until her back was to his front. He shackled both of her wrists in one of his and held them above her head. He kicked one of her ankles, spreading her legs wide. The apprehension in the gaze she tossed him over her shoulder made him smile.

  “Tell me, mate. Has it ever crossed your mind that you might actually enjoy this? A vampire’s bite is not about pain. Females have told me the pleasure is like no other. Are you prepared to start begging me for my bite?” He was determined his mate loved his fangs. He may want her submission, but he didn’t want her fear.

  “I don’t want to hear about you and your women, leech,” she spat. Ah, Mackendra was jealous. She could deny it all she wanted, but she belonged to him. He considered telling her that there would never be another female for him, but he liked her possession too much.

  He rubbed his hard length between her legs, teasing her and groaning at his first feel of her slick flesh. It was enough to make him nearly spill his seed right then. She was perfect in every way and it would be easy to get lost in giving her pleasure. As much as she was made for him, he had been made for her and his body had the answer to her need. “Christ,” she murmured. “You make me forget I’m dancing with the devil.”

  He reached up and cupped one of her breasts, pinching and tweaking the nipple. She had the best breasts on any planet. She arched her back and dropped her head
onto his shoulder. Seeing her lose her inhibitions was such a stark contrast to her stubborn personality.

  Forcing his hips to still, he bent and licked over the pulse pounding in her throat. He needed his mate to remember exactly who and what he was. “Let me remind you,” he said, sinking his fangs into her vein.

  Exquisite flavor burst over his taste buds the second her blood splashed into his mouth. She tasted of fine scotch, smoky and full of depth. He had never felt such euphoria from feeding before. Her cries of completion echoed as he felt his own orgasm barrel through him.

  He quickened his thrusts as his seed spurted between her legs and coated the wall. He pushed into her, forcing her body into the unforgiving metal. He wasn’t able to stop himself, he was a male possessed. He needed to be buried inside her, fucking her. For a moment, he forgot where they were and the danger they faced as his climax continued on. Even though he had experienced the changes to his climax once before, he still wasn’t prepared as the intensity of it turned him inside out.

  He removed his fangs from her vein, ready to claim every part of her body, starting with her delectable ass. He’d bet his left nut that she had never allowed a male to take her there and he was going to be the first. It would teach her who called the shots in their relationship.

  He picked up the soap from the floor and flipped the cap open. She was lost in a haze of passion as he squirted some of the liquid over her backside. That had her head snapping up. “Kyran?”

  “You are mine,” he snarled and poised his cock at her back entrance. She tried to wiggle away from him and he tightened his hold on her wrists.

  “News flash, blood-sucker. I belong to no one and you are not going there!” Her screech was lost on him as he sank his fangs back into her neck and felt her shudder with another release. He lost all coherent thought as another climax hit, adding natural lubrication. He pushed the sensitive tip into her tight hole.

  She bucked and screamed, “Don’t you dare fucking do this, Kyran! I will stake you in your sleep if you do. I will never forgive you!” Her helpless tone penetrated his lust and made him pull back. He had never seen her so vulnerable and he didn’t like it. His mate was the strongest female he had ever met and he realized he preferred her that way. She was glaring at him and panting, the scent of her fear as thick as the steam in the room.