King of Khoth: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book 9)

by Brenda Trim

  Keira chuckled, and Angus was glad to see Mack’s brutal honesty didn’t offend her. Mack quickly smacked Kyran’s shoulder when he growled at her. “Chill, bloodsucker. There’s no one for me but you. And, just because I mated you, doesn’t mean I’m blind. Those are sexy dragons over there, and you know I’m right.”

  Nate chuckled and added, “Yeah, we’re sexy and unforgettable.” The wink he tossed to Keira had Angus roaring, and in his face in a flash.

  As Nate dangled from his vice grip, a small hand seared the flesh of his forearm. “Stop, he didn’t mean anything by it, and, frankly, he’s been the nicest to me, so I’d like him to stick around,” Keira encouraged.

  Angus released Nate who fell to his knees, gasping for air. He turned to Keira. “I canna help it. I’m verra possessive of you.”

  “I noticed,” she said with a smirk. “Mack, you have a point. I didn’t even realize something had control of me until after you broke the spell. I’ll agree to a guard, but not Legette. He’d probably hand me over to Cyril if given the chance.”

  “You’re wrong,” Legette snapped as he stood up and leaned across the table. His bulging muscles strained against the leather shirt. “I would protect you with my life. I never want to see that pain in my king’s eyes again. It’s obvious how much you mean to him. Given that, you are the number one priority.”

  “I don’t want to be anyone’s burden. I can go home to my family. My brother will keep me safe,” Keira insisted.

  The knife lodged deeper into Angus’s chest and twisted. It was a painful reminder that she might have loved him once, but she no longer held those feelings, and couldn’t wait to escape his presence.

  “Your brother isna capable of protecting you against Cyril’s malevolence. You would be placing him and your entire world in danger. Look at what he has done to Khoth. You would do that to Saqara? There is far more at stake than just your city under the sea. We’ve lost entire species to his machinations.”

  “Fine!” she snapped. “A guard then, but I will be going home soon. Get it? Soon!”

  “I know, Turquoise. I know,” he sighed with defeat.

  Angus opened his mouth to tell Keira she could go home right then, but he stopped before the words escaped. He didn’t want to force her to stay but couldn’t let her go, either. He knew keeping her against her will wasn’t the way to her heart, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Cyril getting his hands on her, and causing her more harm.

  Unfortunately, Keira was right. She’d lost enough, and if her desire was to leave, Angus couldn’t hold her there forever. He needed to accept she would leave him.

  Keira startled at the hopeless tone of his voice. Had Angus given up on her? On them? The idea that he was resigned to losing her hurt more than she wanted. At some point, his desire and devotion had become her true north. It was the only stable element to her life.

  Her heart raced, and her mind swam at the implications. She wanted her freedom but didn’t want to lose Angus in the process. It struck her like a bolt of electricity. She enjoyed the cat and mouse game they played and wanted to see where it was going while reconnecting with her family.

  “I just want to see them, Angus. I would come back,” she admitted to him.

  His head snapped up, and his hand dropped from where it had been rubbing his chin. He was at her side in a flash. Her eyes closed when heat flared between them, and his hands landed on her hips. The heat enflamed her, and her body responded the way it always did when he touched her. He ignited her desire with a simple caress.

  “I doona have a knight that can follow you to Saqara. There is no way I will be able to watch you swim away withoot protection. I know how determined Cyril is to have you, and I hope you can see that is no’ my jealousy talking. Even if you doona want me, I canna allow that Unseelie filth to get his hands on you. I’m sure he wants you to birth his evil offspring.”

  Keira watched as rage twisted Angus’s handsome visage and it fueled her own. Fate was cruel to deny her the ability to give Angus dragonettes, but not prohibit the same with Cyril. She was refused the blessing of Tuya, but could birth another’s offspring. It should be her choice to have children, or not, and with whom.

  Unable to resist, Keira reached up and ran a hand over the plains of his bare chest and rested them on his shoulders. Heat and electricity passed between them, igniting her to a boiling point. Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips as she contemplated kissing him.

  The way he lit up when she told him she’d come back brought sunshine to her dreary day. She stared into his light green eyes and was lost in the moment.

  There was no denying that the sexy dragon captivated her but she couldn’t give him, or anyone, her heart until she felt whole again. However, Angus was right about one thing. They shared a connection that was enthralling, and she wanted him like nothing else.

  Angus stood a good five or six inches taller than her, and while he wasn’t as broad as Kyran or a few of the other Cuelebre, his power filled the entire castle, making him bigger than life.

  At first, his presence had been stifling and overbearing. Now, Keira understood what bothered her was the way Angus was worming his way into her soul. The connection to him was tangible. In fact, Keira sensed the minute he entered the castle and had rushed to the throne room to make sure he was okay.

  Staring into Angus’s brilliant peridot eyes, she loved how he hid nothing. Love and devotion were written all over his face, and she wanted to feel the way she felt the night before. Alive and passionate.

  The way his muscular body invaded her space had her remembering what it felt like when his head was buried between her legs. Recalling the pleasure had her trembling with need. Feeling her shake, Angus wrapped strong arms around her waist. His muscles rippled as he held her, and she envisioned him filling her in every way. Would it hurt to have another night with him?

  As if reading her thoughts, he murmured, “You’re thinking too hard, love. Give me one night.”

  Pulling her closer, he pressed his hard length against her stomach, and made it clear what that night would mean. The brief taste of the pleasure he gave was branded on her mind, and she craved more.

  “Will you use your fire again?” she whispered and tangled her fingers in his short black hair.

  A growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against her. It was tantalizing and thrilling, all wrapped in the sexy package of a dragon king. “Only if you do that thing with your tongue. The way it forked around my…” he paused and smiled sinfully, “definitely want to feel that again.”

  “Ready when you are,” she whispered as she claimed his mouth. The kiss quickly turned heated, and she ignored the catcalls when Angus picked her up and carried her out of the throne room.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Angus wished he were better prepared as he stalked towards his bedroom with Keira in his arms. He wanted to light candles and have wine and a snack for them for afterward. They’d need the refreshments when he was done with her.

  He’d given up hope that he was going to win Keira back, and accepted that once she was safe from Cyril, she would return home, but everything changed when Keira told him she planned to come back to him.

  Keira wanted him. Without her memories, she was hesitant, but their connection found a way to forge anew. There was hope now and he wasn’t giving it up for anything. When her arms wrapped around his neck, he nearly tore her clothes off and took her right there in the throne room. HeHe wanted bklfehilfebjllHeHHe wanted

  His mother always told him patience was a virtue, and it paid off. He gave her space and time to work through her feelings, and it granted him a night of passion. Anticipation bubbled through his veins, hardening his shaft to the point of pain.

  His lips trailed from her mouth, and along her jaw, while she writhed in his arms. The driving lust caused her to twist her torso until she was facing him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Stopping halfway up the stairs, he pushed her up against the wall
and bit down on her neck.

  Her gasp and the arch of her back told him she enjoyed it. Rational thought fled his mind, and his claws elongated from his fingertips. He had to clamp down on his desire, and reach for that patience he was so proud of moments ago. He refused to take anything she didn’t offer willingly. He would go at a sloth’s pace, even if it killed him. And it just might kill him, he thought, as his cock jerked in his leathers.

  “Are you going to take me right here?” she asked breathlessly and nibbled on his bottom lip.

  Angus took quick stock and noticed rather than the usual bustle and activity of the castle, they were alone in the corridor.

  “Gods help me, but I want to fuck you right here against this wall. But, I willna do that to you,” Angus promised.

  “That’s too bad. I think the staff disappeared to give us privacy,” Keira said with a pout.

  She was right about that. The erotic energy Angus was throwing off was a warning to steer clear. “Och, you make it difficult to behave,” he said before he laid a kiss on the side of her neck.

  Thrusting his hips, he ground his erection against her core. She gripped his hair and threw her head back as she moaned. The slender arch to her neck and the way she responded, confounded and challenged him. It lit a never-ending fire in his veins.

  “Good, I wouldn’t want this to be too easy for you,” she teased as she wantonly rubbed against him.

  “You make me verra hard, Turquoise. Feel,” he murmured and brought her hand to his straining erection. The feel of her small palm gripping him through his clothes was one of the most erotic feelings.

  His cock jerked again, and he gripped her shirt, ripping it down the front. Keira wasn’t wearing a bra, and he feasted on the site. His thumb went to one of the cherry red nipples that begged for attention.

  Circling the area, he continued to learn what she liked. Their first encounter told him she had changed after the millennia of sleep. Before, he could tweak her nipples just right and bring her to orgasm by that alone. Now, her needs were lustier, he thought, as he pinched the turgid tip with force. Her mewls aroused him further, and when his mouth lowered and sucked, she detonated in his arms.

  It was a small release, but enough to threaten his shaky control.

  “I take that back. I’m going to make this as hard on you as I can,” Keira panted. “Put me down.”

  “Nay. I’m no’ done yet,” he declared as he pulled back and put space between them while still holding her against the wall. Keira’s firm ass filled his hands. It was a fantasy come true, especially after dreaming of holding her again for far too long.

  He chuckled and enjoyed the ripple that traveled through her body. Keira leaned her head back against the wall without a care in the world. He loved seeing her like this, unconcerned about her missing memories, the political strife over him choosing her for a mate, or wanting to leave and return to her family.

  Wrapping one arm under that backside that he wanted to sink his teeth into, Angus used his free hand to fist her silky, green strands and lowered his head to hers.

  Suddenly, Keira’s lips crashed against his, rough and insistent. Angus opened his mouth to let her inside, and her tongue flicked against his, stroking with breathtaking motion as she used her legs to close the distance between his shaft and her core.

  This brazen behavior was a new Keira from what he’d experienced before. More determined, less apprehensive and consumed with passion. Angus kissed his way across her cheek and down to the curve of her neck. She sank her nails into his flesh, raking up and down his bare back, and fire followed her every touch. Keira’s response to him was tantalizing and provocative.

  Burying his face where her neck met her shoulder, he inhaled deeply and took in her sultry scent. It was forever branded on his soul.

  Lifting his head, Angus whispered, “You’re mine, love.” He licked along the outer lobe, biting gently, testing how much sting she liked with her pleasure. The old Keira didn’t like any sting, but he noticed the previous night that the rougher he was, the more she enjoyed what he was doing.

  He sensed her sea dragon allowing more of her desires to rise to the surface. Beneath the detachment was a princess that craved attention and love, and he was happy to oblige. He wanted to give her the world.

  Angus continued their trek up the stairs, wanting to get her alone. The first time he made love to Keira he wanted it to be perfect, not against the wall on the stairs where anyone could happen upon them.

  She gasped and wiggled against him with every step he took. When he faltered on the last step, she laughed and twisted her hips again, tearing a groan from him. Her core pressed against the head of his shaft and Angus swore he felt her wetness through the fabric separating them.

  Hurrying down the hall to his bedroom, he kicked the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. No candles were lit, but there were logs set in the fireplace. Twisting to the side, Angus took a deep breath and blew a thin stream of his dragon fire. His flame instantly ignited the wood, and a soft glow filled the room.

  He crossed to the bed and laid Keira on the soft mattress. He crawled onto the bed as he reached for her feet, one at a time. He removed her socks and shoes and rubbed his thumbs under each, massaging her heels.

  He reached for her jeans next and had them on the floor in the next breath. He found it sexy as hell she didn’t wear panties. Her cheeks reddened, and she lifted her hands to shield her body from his perusal.

  “Nay. I wanna see you. I could gaze upon you for eternity, and it wouldna be enough. For so long, I thought you were lost to me. I just want to appreciate all of you,” Angus admitted as he ran his hand up her thigh, stopping shy of her sweet center.

  His other hand traveled to her breasts, cupping first one and then the other before massaging them with full circular motions. He lowered his torso and took one ripe berry into his mouth and laved her pert nipple. He recalled how much she’d enjoyed this the night before. Her sounds were raw and primal. It was the sound of bone-deep sexual pleasure, and it made him shudder with satisfaction.

  His dragon and body demanded more, but he was taking the slow, sensual route to pleasuring her this time.

  Angus’s sexy, low rumble conjured images of him feasting on her. As her mind pictured what he’d done, her arousal intensified to a painful need. A smirk tilted one corner of his mouth, telling her he knew precisely what he was doing to her.

  Inhibitions flew out the window when he prowled to her as she lay on his oversized bed, emitting an exciting aura of dominance.

  This authoritative male was the Dragon King, powerful and controlling. Keira wanted him to let go and release all of it to her. No doubt a frenzied Angus would be unforgettable and ruin her for any other male. If she allowed herself to think more than two seconds about their developing relationship, that had already happened.

  Those were thoughts for another time. She wanted to enjoy this experience to the fullest.

  Raising above her, she got another glimpse of his perfectly sculpted body. His hands went to his waistband, and her eyes riveted to his every movement.

  “Tell me what you want, Turquoise. I need to hear you say it,” Angus directed as he flicked the button open.

  Keira hesitated to tell him what she wanted, not comfortable voicing her desires. Instead, she arched her back, and then her breasts met strong hands, and a heated flame. A low-level burn started where their flesh met, and it drove her crazy.

  Sitting up, she grabbed his zipper. “I want all of you, Angus. I can’t take much more of this torture. I need you.”

  Angus left her to remove his pants as he cupped and teased her breasts. His deft fingers played with the sensitive, swollen flesh in the most delicious fashion. It was impossible to concentrate on her task as ripples of pleasure rushed through her body, but she finally managed to get the zipper down, and shoved his leathers past his hips.

  His shaft sprang into her hand, and she had a moment of doubt. She wanted him desperate
ly but was concerned. It had been a very long time for her, and she had no recollection of what sex was like, or what to do.

  Angus was in action before she could voice her reservations. His pants were off in one smooth move, and as Angus loomed above her, she was awed by his physique. Tousled black hair, faceted light green eyes, and full lips were the cherry on top of a muscle sundae. Her mouth watered for another taste.

  “Turquoise, I’m going to give you my all, and then some,” he announced and was back on the bed with her.

  His body urged her flat, and his arms came down on either side of her head while his legs caged her lower half. Surrounded by his strength and power made her feel safe. In fact, she always felt safe around him.

  The way he spoke to her, and the respect he showed her, despite her grumbling, made her feel more than she wanted.

  His lips crashed down on hers and took her breath away. Soft, but insistent, she met his demand with her own. This time, nothing he did was slow. He kissed her hard and fast then moved onto her breasts. He had a fascination with her chest, which was okay with her. She loved the way he brought her to the precipice with his attention to her nipples.

  Keira’s eyes slid closed then flew open when she felt one of Angus’s fingers slide over her clit. The touch was feather light and continued up her abdomen and stopped at the base of her throat, right over her pounding pulse. The male had her going in every direction, and intense need pooled at her core, making her clench tight.

  “So sensitive, love. And so wet for me,” Angus husked.

  He was like a living flame on top of her. She related to cold on an instinctual level because she was a sea dragon and it was much cooler in the depths of the ocean, but Angus’s heat was addicting. She’d been drawn to him since the first day in Scotland, and it had intensified with time.

  “Oh!” she exclaimed as he kissed his way down her stomach. Lifting her hips, she urged him on. “Use that hot breath of yours again?”

  “You like my steam, do you? Good, because I can’t control it when I’m with you,” he admitted.