Dragon's Law: Damon

by Alicia Sparks

  Her eyes were green with flecks of blue that had been brought out, no doubt, by her light blue costume, but right now they smoldered with a combination of fear and desire, desire winning out. When his head lowered to hers, just before their lips touched, her eyes smoldered with golden fire, sending her desire straight to his core, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And he was lost in her gaze somewhere, swimming for air. For a moment, she was his Kira. And may the gods damn him for it, but he needed her!

  Her mouth tasted as if the nectar of the gods resided there. The dragon within him growled from beneath his skin, warning him that he must take her tonight or else lose control of the beast. Damon knew he had no choice in the matter, not that he wanted one. The only thing he wanted right now was to part her pink lips, to slide his tongue into her body and to love her with a wild abandon. But there were rules to consider, consequences to his actions. And taking her would not come without a price even though his time was running out and the need to mate was upon him, fierce and demanding.

  “What do you want?” His finger traced along her swollen bottom lip, which felt like satin beneath his callused touch. He had no right to her, none save for the fact that his amulet had chosen her. And the fact that he would die without her.

  “I don’t know.” Confusion flashed in her eyes as she spoke. Then, a slow, lazy smile spread across her lips. “I want you.”

  “There are things you do not know about me. Things you do not yet recall.”

  “I don’t want to know anything about you. I just want you.”

  The words tore through him even as the dragon reacted to the scent of her sweet cunt as it rose up to greet him, her cream obviously preparing her for loving him. He had known her body would be ready, had known she would smell like the heavens, but he never thought that she would be so brutally honest in her pursuit.

  He pulled her flush against him, watching her eyes flicker with golden desire once more. Pressing his leather-covered penis against her stomach, he watched the slow smile cross her lips once more. It did not matter what she wished to know. The amulet had chosen her, and she would probably live to regret this night.

  The dragon whispered low and long, his growl trapped somewhere in Damon’s throat as Kira reached up to brush her fingers along his lips. He opened his mouth, snarling, taking two fingers between his teeth and biting down gently. She gasped and shook against him. It did not matter what fantasy she had in mind. Tonight was about need, and about him regaining control before the darkness enveloped him and destroyed them both.

  “Tonight you shall have me,” she purred.

  Guilt snaked up his back. If he took Kira without explaining to her the pact they were about to make with their bodies, he would be no better than the thief he had been the night he had kidnapped her so long ago.

  He should leave her there, walk away quietly and leave her to her new life. Surely there were willing, warm bodies downstairs, bodies that would gladly spread their thighs for him. But there were laws, again, laws he had no control over, but which controlled his every movement. But he feared that the fever raging inside her was just as strong as that which drove him. Leaving her here would cause her to choose another mate, something he would not allow.

  If he took a woman to bed tonight, it was not just for a night but for the entire period of the dark moon. If Kira took a lover, the same rules would apply. As a stranger in a strange land, that prospect was monumentally important. Mating with her, letting her back into his life was the reason he was here, but taking her here and now was more complicated than he wished. Mace would take the throne unless he was there to stop him, and he needed Kira to help him toward that end. But if Kira returned, would she choose him or hate him?

  The sweet smell of her hair wafted up to him, reminding him of exotic flowers from home. Her soft skin still lingered in his mind just as her lips and their willingness to crush against his threatened to force his hand once more. This was the one he wished to mate with, to take back to his home, to make promises that he knew he couldn’t keep, promises she was unable to keep.

  Her white teeth closed around her bottom lip, which was slightly red and swollen from his kiss. The thoughts racing through her head were too many, too quickly discarded for him to focus on any of them. Only one thought rang out above all else. Save me.

  He smiled, knowing the truth. She needed saving as much as he did.

  He allowed her scent to penetrate his brain, to work its way into his system, branding him deep inside with the memory of how it felt to be this close to another creature, something he never did out of want and always did out of necessity. The spirit guides joined the dragon’s chant now, warning him that things were about to change, that his fate had been to come to Earth all along, to come to New Orleans and find this creature whose beauty and sadness defied all logic, the woman who had simultaneously destroyed them both.

  * * * * *

  Kira tried to relax against him, tried to ignore the fact that in three tiny seconds, his lips had ignited a fire in her that now threatened to rage out of control. Her lifelong fear of the unknown had been forgotten in her momentary brush with his lips. He could be anyone, but tonight, he would be hers. Fate had sent her a challenge. Are you woman enough to do what you want, Kira? She feared the answer.

  Her hands ached to run up and down his back, to feel the muscles there flex and relax as they moved their bodies in a slow rhythm that had nothing to do with the music playing in the background. It was as if the entire world had melted away and there were only the two of them. Thoughts swam through her head as she drank in his rich scent. He smelled like everything a man was supposed to smell like all wrapped into one package. He felt like everything a man was supposed to feel like.

  Wrapping her arms around him even tighter, she gave in to the dream. If she was dreaming, she sure had one hell of an imagination. His fingertips pressed on her lower back, and her abdomen came into contact with his penis. Hard, very much aroused, waiting for her. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him. He seemed oblivious to the fact that he had a hard-on, and she suddenly hoped to all things holy that he wasn’t soft.

  “Tell me your wishes,” he whispered into her hair, sending another wave of delight through her body. He was playing on a fantasy just as everyone else here was. And why not go along with it?

  “Why do you want to know?” The urge to resist was still strong.

  Was that a laugh? “I wish to know all about the woman who will take me to bed tonight.”

  She stiffened in his arms and tried to pull away, turning her back to him, but he held her close. Alarms went off inside her head. Men could not be trusted, especially not gorgeous strangers who seemed to know all the right things to say. This was a setup of some kind, though she had no idea who would want to set her up, or why. And she didn’t understand why she couldn’t pull away.

  “Don’t turn around, Kira.” His words held a warning she couldn’t understand. He could feel the unspoken questions pounding inside her with every wild beat of her heart. Still, she obeyed, to his surprise.

  She stood before him, her back to him, her long hair brushing against the hand he had on her waist. Her breath was hung somewhere in her throat as he listened to the turmoil inside her body. She was not accustomed to taking men into her room, but Damon swore he was not just another man, and she knew she was no ordinary woman.

  “What are you doing?”

  He had done nothing save for run his hands along her shoulders and down her arms, yet it set her entire body on fire. “Close your eyes,” he whispered.

  “Your hands are so hot.” She rolled her neck as she spoke, inviting him to touch the delicate flesh in the crook where her shoulder and neck met. He obliged, running his long, fingers along her skin, the resulting sensations heavenly.

  “Mmmm,” was his only response to her observation.

  “You aren’t ill, are you?”

  “No, I am not ill. Don’t turn around. It is you w
ho are making my hands so heated. I am feeding off your energy. You are nervous, no?”

  “I don’t think we should do this.”

  “Why should we not? Do you not want me?”

  “I want you all right. But there’s really no point in this. It’s just meaningless sex.”

  She slipped from his grasp and he held his breath firmly in his chest. If she turned around, she would see the long nose, the red eyes—the dragon breaking free of its master. He waited for her to turn, to run in horror. Instead, she stood perfectly still, as if she were waiting for encouragement, waiting for him to take charge.

  There was no need to answer. The energy seeped into his fingertips as he touched her. It had been so long since she had been touched this way, too long since he had touched her.

  Her words ached as they made their way into his chest. He felt the pain behind them, the reasons why Kira had not been loved in so long. She was a woman with no past, yet he knew differently. He could give her the answers she sought, but those answers could once again destroy him. “It is not meaningless to me.”

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  “Lean against me and let me love you.”

  She swayed before her body fell against his, her back pressed against his chest, her soft bottom pressed against the need between his thighs. Smoke rings blew from his nose just before he inhaled her scent. She smelled like wild orchids. When his lips made contact with the back of her neck, avoiding the roses, the dragon receded, knowing he would feast tonight.

  “I want to see you.” His breath hung in his throat as she turned, and he stood there helpless, hoping he once more looked like a man. “There, that’s better.” Her fingers traced along his jawline, forcing his heartbeat to quicken as her touch lingered too long over his lips.

  “Kira…” the word was part sacred plea and part utter desperation. He needed her in a way he could not begin to explain. Every breath he took in her presence solidified his need as he drank in her velvety scent.

  “Shh…let me.” She removed his robe slowly before her head dipped down to his chest where her tiny mouth closed over his nipple. “I want to explore your body, to bring you pleasure. Will you let me do that, Damon?”

  Willingly. Gods, yes, he would love to have her soft hands on him, caressing him, kneading his flesh into a thousand tiny explosions. But the sadness that reflected in her eyes told him she needed him for much more than a moment’s pleasure. Not only did she wish to please him, but she wished to end the aching in her chest, an ache that Damon knew all too well. Whatever had happened to her, she was once again the innocent woman whose love he had once won. Everything inside him wished for a moment to turn back time and make her his.

  “I will let you do whatever you wish to me.”

  Her eyes lit up at the prospect as she began pushing him toward the bed. “Good. I had hoped you would say that.”

  Chapter Five

  Kira’s boldness seemed to come out of nowhere. There was something about the way his words caressed her skin that made her want to please him, want to touch him. Her desire for him became a driving need that pulsed through her skin, hot and urgent, as if it had a stake in their joining.

  When the backs of his legs made contact with the bed, she stopped against him, reveling once more in the feel of his body pressed against hers. She wondered how long it had been since she had loved a man and felt loved in return. Had she loved Damon before? Everything was still so foggy, so cluttered in her mind, she still couldn’t remember anything save for the fact that she knew his face. Damon was a stranger to her, but at the same time he was the only person in the world she felt a connection to. Something in his eyes reflected the same need she felt deep in her soul. It was as if they were destined to be together, a thought she knew was nothing but a childish fancy. Still, he had done in a few hours what no man had done in years. He made her want him.

  “You are wearing way too many clothes.” She smiled as she ran her hands along his chest and then moved lower to his trousers.

  He smiled down at her as she began unbuttoning the pants, trying to remain focused on the moment and trying not to worry about tomorrow or the day after. What she needed right now was the man whose scent was driving her fingers forward, forcing her to want with a need so strong it practically throbbed between her legs.

  The man from her dreams stood before her. She was certain of it now. God, this man was absolute perfection from the cut of his abs to his bulging pecs. He swore he wasn’t a model but there wasn’t much else he could be unless he was a warrior of old, somehow trapped here in her time. Ordinary men did not look like this. They did not have eyes that looked right into her soul and didn’t have a smile that practically melted her on contact. And they didn’t drive the need like he did.

  When his arms surrounded her and pulled her to him, she was lost. His fingers moved to untie the back of her dress before sliding it down her back. Before she could think to protest, her boots and stockings were also removed, leaving her there in her lacy bra and panties. With a wicked smile, he took her bra clasp in his hand and slipped the fabric from her skin, exposing her breasts. Finally, his hands slid down her thighs, removing the last stitch of covering with them. He smiled and then wrapped his arms around her.

  She clung to him, hoping he would show her the way out of this maze of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She didn’t want a man like him for a night, someone who looked and acted like a knight in shining armor. No, she wanted him for all time, even though she knew that was something a woman like her could never have.

  Self-doubt reared its ugly head as her body slid against his, as his mouth captured hers in another of his searing kisses, the kind that ignited her all the way to her toes. Tears stung the backs of her eyes when the intensity became too much, when his tongue became too hot, too demanding, when the tiny voice in her head warned that this was just a dream.

  “I don’t think I can do this,” the words came out as a breathless, empty plea. When she met his eyes, she knew he was too far gone already, having feasted on her mouth.

  “Please, Kira, I must have you.”

  He rolled over, placing her beneath him. For a second, he stared deep into her eyes, and she swore his glowed red. When his mouth came down upon her neck, his teeth sinking into her flesh, threatening to send her to orgasm with that act alone, her resistance left her body. To hell with tomorrow. He was here right now.

  “Damon,” she moaned against him.

  “Are you wet for me?”

  Yes, she was wet for him, in spite of her insecurities. And she swore if he touched her there, the heat from his body would cause her flesh to sizzle. He hadn’t reached for her yet, hadn’t groped or grasped like she had expected. Instead, he seemed to be teetering on the edge of control as his mouth worked its way down to her chest.

  His hands closed over her breasts, forcing a gasp from her throat. She longed to be naked beneath him, to have his hot skin pressed against her, to have his cock riding deep inside her. “Please, Damon.”

  “Please what?”

  “I want you to love me.”

  His hands never left her body as they stroked her sides, her waist and her breasts. His fingers closed around one nipple and then the other, giving each a light squeeze as she shuddered against the bed, all thoughts of protest completely abandoned.

  “I’m going to love you,” he warned when his lips brushed against her ear. “I’m going to show you exactly how you should be loved. I’m going to take these into my mouth.” His hand caressed her breasts before moving lower to brush across her abdomen. “Then I’m going to go lower. I’m going to run my tongue along your thighs. When you think you’ll die from anticipation, I’m going to take your tiny clit between my teeth and pull until you come. Has anyone ever done that to you before?”

  She shivered her answer, unable to still the quaking deep inside. Her pussy clenched in response to his words, willing his hands to move lower now. Her juices dr
ipped out, fully preparing her for his body. God, she had yet to see his cock, but feeling it pressed against her stomach was almost more than she could stand.

  “Then, Kira, I’m going to run my tongue along your folds and drink your juices as they spill out of your body. I’m going to watch your cunt as it trembles and vibrates, awaiting my cock. Then, when I’m sure you are ready, I’m going to place my cock right here.” He moved to accentuate his point. For almost a full second, his cock pressed against her opening. She barely had time to arch her back, to beg him to enter her, before he moved away.

  “You’ll stretch for me as I fill you. And when I come inside you, you will know that you are mine. I am going to brand you tonight, Kira. No man shall ever touch you again.”

  The words hid a warning, one that she was too horny to understand. His woman forever? Sounded good to her. There could be no harm in a little love play, a little fantasy.

  When his tongue began trailing its way down her body, following the path he had promised, her hands fisted into the covers. The white cotton became her salvation as he dipped his head low, taking her clit between his teeth before torturing it with his tongue, which flicked back and forth across her most sensitive spot in a way that had her practically screaming beneath her panting breath. Waves of delight swept over her as he threatened to push her over the edge. She was blinded by need, by desire.

  Her nails scraped along his back, surely drawing blood. His movements felt so controlled, so calculated. Finally, when she thought she would surely die from the need, his cock rested against her pussy, preparing to finally give her exactly what she needed.

  She swore she heard voices urging him forward but his mouth had destroyed her sanity. It could have been the air conditioner for all she knew. Her pussy quivered, begging him once more to enter her. Her teeth caught her bottom lip for fear of screaming, of dying from the sensation. And, finally, he entered her.