Hellbound Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Five)

by Brenda Trim

  He broke the kiss and met glowing silver eyes. As he gazed at Illianna’s kiss-swollen lips he realized the flames had died down. Gazing around, he wondered if he really had absorbed the fire. It sure felt like he had.

  “The flames,” she commented, pointing out what he had noticed.

  “That’s a sign I need to give you more,” he murmured, taking her mouth again. He slipped his jacket from her shoulders and laid it on the ground. He missed the opulence of Mammon’s castle as he contemplated making love to her on the dirt floor.

  She didn’t object as he removed her shirt, careful of the wings that were jutting stubs. He recalled how sensitive they were to his touch. He took a moment to run a gentle finger along the ridge. She shuddered and arched into his chest. He felt her pearled nipples brush his chest through the fabric of his shirt.

  His hand trailed up her silky-soft skin to cup her breast. She had luscious pink nipples and he fingered the tip, feeling it lengthen in response. He leaned down and tongued one turgid peak, kneading the flesh of the other breast while he laved attention on the one. She was so soft and supple and responsive.

  “Rhys,” she called out, clawing at his shirt. The flames were nearly extinguished now. He took that as a sign to ignore their surroundings and give his mate the pleasure she was begging for.

  “Don’t worry, Luscious. I’ll give you everything you need,” he promised, tearing his shirt over his head while she toed off her shoes and then pushed her pants down.

  “Take off the rest,” he ordered. “I want to see all of you.”

  She quickly complied and he hurried to join her. Hand at the button of his pants, he paused for a moment. She’d seen him a few times, but she had never been so focused on him as she was at that moment. Her eyes were glued to his every movement and it made him even harder to think of her being turned on by him.

  He slowly undid his button and zipper, holding the fabric closed for the moment. He wore no underwear and his erection pulsed, ready to spring free. Keeping his eyes on her face, he watched her reaction as he let go of the fabric and quickly pushed it to his ankles. He knew he was big and had been told so countless times.

  Her gasp was followed by her sexy, little tongue snaking out and licking her lips. His angel wanted to taste him and he nearly ordered her to get on her knees as he guided his cock to her parted lips. Soon he promised, right now he needed to be inside her, needed a physical connection to her.

  He kicked off his clothes and both were panting hard by the time their bodies came together again. He palmed her ass and pulled her against his hard shaft. She was a tall female, only a few inches shorter than his six-foot-two-inches and his shaft rested just above the juncture of her thighs.

  She reached between them and unexpectedly gripped him. He loved that she let go a little more each time they were together. Her boldness now as she stroked him from root to tip was shocking and invigorating and tore a groan from his throat.

  “Fuck, baby. You have to stop or this is going to be over too soon,” he blurted.

  She laughed at his warning. “You play too much. I want you, now.”

  The hand on her ass moved between her legs, cupping her firmly. He lowered his mouth at the same time and kissed her deeply as he explored her slick folds. She returned his kiss with desperation and her knee wrapped around his waist, giving him more access.

  “Mmmm, my angel is hungry. I am going to enjoy sinking into your heat. But, first I want a taste,” he informed her, inserting a finger into her core. He groaned, rubbing her clit with the heel of his palm as he teased her entrance with his finger.

  She went on tiptoe and clawed at his back. He picked her up and laid her on their discarded clothing. She shook her head back and forth, the heat of the flames retreating outside the mausoleum. She opened her mouth to respond and he laid a finger over her lips. “Tell me you want me. That you can think of nothing but me making love to you.”

  He was kneeling between her spread legs, enjoying the view for several seconds before he made a move. His face inches from her dripping core, he kissed the inside of one thigh and then the other. Lust-filled eyes watched as he ran a tongue from core to clit.

  Ambrosia. She tasted of pure heaven. He watched her eyes slide closed and her head fall back as she rested on her elbows. Teasing her opening with a finger, he stopped licking. Her eyes instantly flew open and met his. The calm lake that he’d seen minutes ago was now a raging storm of passion and desire.

  *****

  Illianna gazed into Rhys’ glowing rainbows and wondered who this domineering, sinfully-sexy man was. He made her forget her origins and all the reasons she should stop him right now. He was a demon that had placed a claim on her and she was an angel that hoped to be accepted back into heaven.

  She tried to close her legs, but he placed his palms on her thighs and stopped her movement. “You’re beautiful. I have never seen a more delicious sight in my life,” he murmured, making her sex clench. When she was bared to him, his groan emboldened her and she bent her knees and allowed her legs to fall open.

  She had never been so open and vulnerable with anyone in her life, yet she trusted this demon. With everything, she realized. He had proved to be an honorable demon where she didn’t believe one existed. He was calling all of her long-held beliefs into question and nothing could have kept her from being caught up in his erotic storm.

  Doubt tickled the back of her mind. Could he be using his cambion powers on her? Was that why she needed him so badly? Why she was tempted to embrace her darkness?

  Incubi and succubi had inherent abilities to manipulate and force others into having sex with them and their cambion offspring had inherited those abilities.

  Illianna considered her encounters with Rhys. No, she decided, she didn’t believe he had ever used his powers on her unless you counted his skilled kisses and careful hands. He had done nothing to coerce her into being with him. She admitted she wanted him like she had never wanted another.

  He lowered his head and his hair tickled her thighs as he brought his mouth to her core. He resumed licking and sucking her clit while he teased her opening. She grabbed his hair and held him to her body not wanting him to stop. When the sensation became too intense, she pulled his hair, trying to stop him.

  “I’m not stopping until you cum,” he protested, continuing his ministrations. He levered himself with his elbows on the outside of her thighs, keeping her spread for him. She couldn’t move her body against the force on her legs. She was helpless to his sexual torture. The pleasure became almost painful before she felt her insides clench, exploding in a release so intense she shouted his name as she gasped for breath.

  Rhys surged to his knees and sat back on his heels, pulling her up with him. He lowered her to his lap and onto his stiff cock. She winced when his thick shaft shoved its way into her opening. He was a large male, and no matter how ready she was, still stretched her.

  “No, it’s okay,” she reassured him and took over. Inch by delicious inch, she took him into her body. When he was seated inside her he held her hips, refusing to allow her to move. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, enjoying the feel of being so full.

  “You are the sexiest female ever created. Absolutely perfect,” he whispered, kissing her neck.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned and moved against his hard length. He gripped one hip and a breast with his other hand. He pulled and pinched the tip and she instinctively arched into his touch. He claimed her mouth and thrust into her while playing with her flesh.

  He guided her hips and set a rapid rhythm that had her clenching around his thick shaft. She didn’t think she could have another orgasm so soon, but mere minutes after entering her he had her close to the edge.

  “Rhys, I’m so close,” she cried out against his mouth. His hand moved from her hip and slipped between their bodies. He thrummed her clit while kissing her and playing with her breast. He played every erogenous zone she had at once, making her putty in his hands.


  Within seconds they were both climaxing. Her body quivered with an intense release. She had never felt as much as she did with Rhys. Being with him took her back to the heavens and for those precious few minutes she forgot that she was still trapped in Hell.

  He masterfully swallowed her shout and she climaxed again when she felt his warm semen jetting into her body. The third climax caught her off guard, beginning before her last one had even ended. Her body clenching and convulsing around him, she held on tight to his shoulders and let herself go, holding nothing back. Reveling in the aftershocks that coursed through her core, she sat on his lap as they caught their breath. They were slicked with sweat and the flames, she realized, had nearly vanished completely.

  “The flames,” he observed, “went away when we had sex. I think it’s tied to us…our relationship.”

  Her brow furrowed as she considered his words. “You’re right. They are nearly gone now. But, how are they tied to us. We aren’t in a relationship,” she protested and the flames flared outside. A gasp escaped her mouth and she suddenly felt very awkward with him still inside her body and scrambled off his lap.

  The roar of the flames continued, as they quickly dressed, telling her there was indeed a link. One that she would rather ignore. “Did you see that?” she hedged, wanting to know what he thought.

  She trusted Rhys to tell her the truth, even if she didn’t want to hear it and the mere thought that she believed a demon was capable of being honest threw her for a loop. Her belief that all products of the Underworld were manipulative liars was no longer accurate.

  Rhys and his colleagues were more like her brothers than any creature she had encountered during her captivity. They were honorable warriors who fought to protect the innocent no matter the danger to themselves.

  “Yes. Like, I said. The flames are tied to our relationship. Before you protest, hear me out,” he muttered, holding up his hand to stall her automatic rejection. “I know you have a choice in the matter, unlike me, but trust me, Angel, there is something between us. What just happened and has happened each time we have been together has never happened to me before and I know you feel it too. As much as I’d like to think we will leave this place and complete a mating, I understand it might not happen. And, even if you don’t choose me, I will do everything in my power to always keep you safe. Starting with making sure you leave this place.”

  She gazed into his eyes and heard the truth in his words. He was one of the most selfless men she’d ever met. Not to mention the sexiest. It was impossible to deny what lurked in the dark part of her soul. “You’re right, there is a connection between us,” she admitted, enjoying how he drew her into his embrace.

  Without warning, the world went black and spun out of control. She had no idea what was happening, but his arms wrapped tightly around her waist kept her panic at bay. She was safe with him.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Santiago sat around the large conference table in the war room, barely containing his irritation. He and Orlando hadn’t been home from their Seattle PD job for more than thirty minutes and they were already being called into resolve realm issues. He and his partner were the only ones who effectively straddled the line between the humans and supernaturals. Sure, Jace worked in a human hospital and did his time in the realm medical clinic, but that had nothing to do with keeping the innocent safe and ensuring realm secrets remained hidden.

  Orlando didn’t seem to mind that they had to defer to realm police for most issues not having to do with demons and skirm. Dark Warriors were the only ones qualified to combat those particular enemies, but Santiago didn’t have faith that the realm police were able to contain the other dangers. Case in point, the way Angel’s Kiss was spreading like wildfire.

  The drug posed as much danger to the realm as the demons did. The deadly mix of hallucinogens and angel’s blood was systematically eating away at the lower class of their society. Like the human world, the Tehrex Realm had its derelicts and bums, and if the drug had stayed with those individuals it wouldn’t have been as devastating, but it was encroaching on the working class with alarming speed.

  The realm population was already low having gone seven hundred years without Fated Mate blessings. It was a poignant reminder that most supernaturals couldn’t procreate without their mate. Everyone knew it was going to take time, now that mate blessings had resumed, rebuilding their numbers. They didn’t need anything else decimating their numbers.

  This drug threatened their stability and as a Dark Warrior, that wasn’t something Santiago could tolerate. The increased strength the drug gave users was one thing, it was the high that lasted days at a time that was truly destructive. Users tended to be violent and sloppy. It was only because of his and Orlando’s efforts that the realm had remained a secret. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d been called in lately to cover up the rape or murder of a human because of an Angel’s Kiss addict.

  Zander should be thanking him for his efforts and tasking him with finding the manufacturers, not questioning him about his actions. He wondered if Gerrick had told Zander about the fight club. Santiago glanced at the surly warrior, noting the way his demeanor had softened since finding his Fated Mate. Shae had been the best thing to happen to Gerrick and Santiago was glad the male was happy. For a brief moment, Gerrick met Santiago’s gaze, but nothing in his demeanor told Santiago if he had disclosed his activities.

  Santiago refused to give up the fight club and didn’t see why it was illegal. Most supernaturals were hotheaded creatures that needed an outlet, if you asked him. He believed Zander should be organizing the fights, making it a safe release for those who were close to the edge. Maybe then Angel’s Kiss wouldn’t be so attractive to users.

  Santiago tuned out the meeting that was going on around him and considered the evidence he had gathered. There might be realm detectives assigned to the case, but he didn’t have faith that they were going to be able to find the sorcerer or witch that was binding the hallucinogens to angel’s blood. He had found evidence of Dark magic on the vials of the last guy he’d taken out. It wasn’t surprising that whoever was making the drug for Von was using Dark magic.

  If Santiago had learned anything from going to the fight club, it was that Von was the maker’s right hand male. Santiago had no doubt Von had direct contact on a regular basis with whoever was responsible for Angel’s Kiss.

  “Are you listening to me?” Zander barked, pounding a fist on the table to get Santi’s attention. He shook his head, embarrassed that he’d let his mind wander so far off track.

  “Sorry, Liege. I was thinking about who could be responsible for the drugs,” Santi explained, leaning forward, resting his folded hands on the table.

  Zander stood straight, his black shirt puling tight over his muscular chest. “Good, because I was just telling Orlando that I want you two looking into the latest incident. The victim is in the hospital and Jace is on his way to intercept the blood before it reaches the lab. They can’t get a look at that sample. I need you guys to take the case from Vice. This case could potentially reveal the realm. It’s your job to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

  Santi nodded his acceptance and watched Zander run his hand through his hair, frustration clear. “Consider it done,” Santiago replied.

  Orlando must’ve picked up on his urgency to get moving. He clapped Santi on the shoulder and gave him a rueful smile. “Ready partner?” Orlando asked.

  That was one thing he appreciated about Orlando. They had gotten into an argument and Santi had said some things he regretted, but Orlando wasn’t holding it against him.

  Orlando was an easy-going male, often cracking jokes. Santi should apologize, but he wasn’t quite ready. Orlando had different opinions than Santi and he had no desire to hear what the male thought about his activities of late. He’d heard enough.

  Besides, he had Orlando’s back no matter what went down between them and trusted that Orlando did, as well. They’d become
as close as brothers in the past two hundred years and Orlando understood him better than anyone else, and vice versa, which is why he knew the male was head-over-heels in love with the Vampire Queen.

  “More than ready,” Santi replied honestly, standing to take their leave. “Catch you guys later. Save us some veal, motherfuckers. Don’t eat it all,” he told the group of males at the table. All of the Dark Warriors stationed in Seattle, except Rhys, who was on a mission in Hell at the moment, were present, along with some of the Dark Alliance council members.

  “Don’t take too long or you’re gonna be assed out,” Bhric, the Vampire Prince, retorted with a chuckle as he sipped a glass of whiskey. It was only ten in the morning and the male was already hitting the bottle.

  Stepping into the large entryway, the aroma of meat and garlic met his nostrils, making his stomach growl. Elsie was always cooking for them, and now that she was pregnant, cooked even more often. She had already made homemade bread and a spicy Panang curry that morning. Not the typical breakfast meal, but none of them complained. She was an excellent cook.

  “Let’s get this over with. That food smells off the charts and I want to get back in time to eat,” Orlando said, leading them out of the house.

  *****

  “Meet Miguel Castillo,” Jace murmured when Santiago and Orlando entered the hospital room.

  “What are we looking at?” Orlando asked, crossing the room.

  “I’ve already tried healing him and have had no response. It’s like all the other cases of Angel’s Kiss overdose. What is concerning is his heart rate and blood pressure are far lower than I usually encounter,” Jace explained, as he lifted his stethoscope from the piece-of-shit dealer’s chest. Jace lifted his hand, stalling further discussion and turned off one of the machines that had begun to beep.