Ice Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book 13)

by Brenda Trim

  Suddenly, it occurred to Rhett that he was unprepared, and he cursed himself. He wished he’d known ahead of time this would be their night. Breslin deserved to be spoiled and pampered. Typically, he arranged candles, wine, chocolates, and soft music for his lovers. He was romantic, if nothing else, and believed in giving that extra touch to make his females feel special.

  The sexy warrioress caught his eye from the first day they met. He recalled being drawn to her inner glow and later discovered it was a result of her ability to control fire. As a fire demon, that power connected with him, and Rhett was convinced it was that commonality causing him to obsess over the alluring vampire.

  He’d nearly given up pursuing the Vampire Princess. Trying to convince Breslin she wanted him had pummeled his overly-inflated ego.

  Breslin brushed off his advances like someone swatted at an annoying fly. Eventually, Rhett went on one of his walkabouts to escape his attraction to her. He’d made it to New Orleans, Chicago, and New York, enjoying the nightlife, and numerous females, but the princess haunted his dreams. She was there, night and day, giving him no peace. Eventually, his fixation drove him to return to Seattle.

  Her firm, rounded ass snagged his wandering mind. How many fucking stairs were in this house, he wondered as he bit back the urge to bite the firm globe mere inches from his mouth. Although it was Breslin’s idea to go to her room, he knew if he made the wrong move, she’d kick him to the roadside curb of rejection.

  Rhett felt like an obedient dog, knowing if he behaved, he’d receive a treat. But the reward wasn’t some crunchy, bone-shaped snack. This treat was Breslin, naked and writhing beneath him. Or on top, riding him like he was a wild stallion. Hell, if he was real good, maybe she’d suck on his bone.

  “Mmmm, baby. Shake that ass a little more, and I will take you right here,” he murmured as they continued the climb.

  Breslin stopped and turned then claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Her mouth was hot against his, and the fire in his blood simmered through his veins.

  “Stop talking before I change my mind,” she murmured against his mouth.

  Rhett fisted her long auburn hair and forced their lips apart.

  “Kiss me like that again, and I’ll rip that designer dress from your body,” he growled as his other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight against his raging erection.

  Flames danced behind her amber eyes, and she licked her lower lip.

  “I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you, demon,” she muttered and reached between their bodies to grip his cock. “You have what I need, and I want it now.”

  With that, Breslin turned and dashed up the last few stairs. Rhett stepped over discarded shoes he was sure belonged to Bhric, and smiled. His friend’s mating ceremony was earlier that evening and Rhett imagined the urgency with which the male must’ve chased his new mate, Alex, up the stairs.

  Rhett was happy for his friend but also aware of the closeness between Bhric and Breslin. They were twins, sharing a unique bond, and Rhett wondered if Bhric’s fervor was affecting Breslin. He’d have to thank the male, if that was the case. Regardless, he wasn’t about to pass up the chance of enjoying a night with his Flame.

  When they hit the landing, his control snapped and he pulled her into his arms. “I can’t wait,” he demanded.

  Rhett felt goosebumps rise on her arms and she shivered slightly. Anticipation bubbled through his veins, hardening his shaft further as his fire turned from a simmer to a boil. He palmed her ass and she began moving against him. He picked her up, and the ripping of fabric echoed through the hallway. Breslin claimed his mouth again, hiking her dress before wrapping her legs around his waist. Hell yeah, he thought, as he pushed her against the wall, deepening the kiss.

  Her moan, and the way she wantonly rubbed against him, told Rhett all he needed to know, even though she’s never admit how much she wanted him. More than once, Breslin suggested he was a man-whore, with no thought, or concern, for the females he bedded. Until tonight, Rhett assumed she hated him. As much as he wanted to ask about her change of heart, he didn’t dare. Not when he was so close to experiencing her.

  “My room. Now,” Breslin panted and bit down on his bottom lip. “I refuse to fuck right here, no matter how much you want me to.”

  “As the Princess commands,” he replied and continued up the stairs with her still in his grip.

  Rhett made sure to move his body and thrust his hips in a way that ground his erection against her core. She gripped his long hair and raked claws over his pounding pulse. The way she dominated confounded and challenged him, igniting his inner fire.

  “At least you know your station,” she teased as she continued to rub against his cock.

  “Gods, you are the sexiest female alive. And, you enjoy torturing me. My dick is a steel pipe, ready to burst,” he murmured and pushed harder against her hot core.

  Her heat scalded him in the best possible way. He wondered how any other males could handle her burning flame. He liked to think he was the only one able to satisfy Breslin. She gave new meaning to the phrase ‘too hot to handle.’

  He gripped the plunging neckline of her dress, and shoved it down, exposing her large breasts. The turgid peaks called to him, and he bent his head and licked one cherry red nipple. As he walked, he circled the pebbled area, learning what she liked.

  When he pinched the hardened tip with force, she arched and groaned, shoving more flesh between his teeth. Rhett wasn’t surprised that she liked it rough. But when he gave it gentle licks and light touches, Breslin came unglued, writhing harder and faster against his cock. That surprising development had him rushing to her room to find out what else she enjoyed. She was a mysterious female, and he was determined to bring her pleasure she’d never forget.

  The second the door to her room was shut, Breslin’s lips crashed against his, rough and insistent while she kicked off her heels. Rhett’s mouth parted, and instantly, Breslin’s tongue flicked against his, stroking lightly along the length of his. There was this dichotomy of her taking charge and dominating, while at the same time, she was gentle and reticent. It was baffling, and extremely arousing.

  For a brief second, Rhett realized beneath her gruff exterior and bitchy attitude was a female that craved attention and love. The thought concerned him until Rhett realized he was happy to oblige for the evening. There was no harm in having a little fun while giving this sexy vampire everything he had to offer, which was a night of passion and numerous orgasms.

  Rhett broke the kiss and buried his face where her neck met her shoulder. Her sultry scent of cinnamon and fire was stronger there, and he inhaled deeply. His cock jerked in response. He acknowledged the rich spice immediately got him hard whenever he smelled it.

  Breslin’s long nails clawed his shirt open, and she quickly tore it from his body. His back bowed when he felt her fingers claw their way down his flesh. The fire beneath his skin followed her every touch.

  Arching his neck, Rhett growled, “I like your version of foreplay, love.”

  “And I like that you can handle the heat,” she teased with a wink.

  Seconds later, Breslin’s long dress was over her head and tossed to the floor. She giggled when he waggled his eyebrows at her voluptuous figure. He loved this lighter, flirty side, and wanted to play. In the next blink, her expression went from ludic to seductive, and he went weak at the sight.

  He sent fire to his hands, and cupped her lace-covered ass. Heat exploded between their bodies. Her heavy-lidded eyes closed as he slipped his hand beneath the fabric and squeezed tightly.

  She moaned and writhed as the inferno spread from where he held her hot core against the head of his cock. Rhett let out a string of curses as her wetness seeped through her thin panties and soaked the front of his pants.

  Rhett wanted to pound her into oblivion, but the desire to explore every inch of Breslin forced him to slow down. Needing a distraction, his gaze scanned the room, and he caught sight of a fire
place in the corner of the room.

  He stretched out his hand and threw a thin stream of his demon fire. His flame was deep orange with hints of red, and instantly ignited the wood.

  The pop and crackle of the fire called to the demon inside and he felt his skin ignite in response. Sweat broke across their bodies, and the slip and slide of their flesh had him wanting to slide in and out of the sexy vampire.

  He crossed to the sofa and set Breslin on her feet. She stood there in her frilly panties, eyes glowing a brilliant amber. It was a tell-tale sign of her arousal and Rhett’s aching cock demanded he oblige.

  He reached for the button of his pants and was gratified when Breslin took control and undid them for him.

  “Why am I not surprised that you go commando?” Breslin asked when his slacks fell to his feet.

  He bent his head to her neck. “I typically don’t, but I didn’t have any clean briefs. And, thank fuck I didn’t wear my dirty ones, or I would be dying of embarrassment right now,” he said between kisses.

  She tilted her head and didn’t object when he nibbled the flesh at the base of her neck. “We have staff to take care of laundry, you know,” she clarified.

  “I know, but turns out my laziness has benefited you, Flame.”

  “Mmmm, it has,” she purred and then wrapped her strong fingers around his hard length.

  Taking advantage, he gripped her breast, cupping first one and then the other before massaging them with full circular motions. Her large bosom filled his palm and he pushed them together, enjoying the way she arched into his touch. He lowered his face and bit back a groan as she pumped her hand up and down his shaft while he took one pert nipple into his mouth and sucked. The primal sounds escaping her throat were raw and desperate, and his inner demon roared in pleasure, hungry for more.

  Rhett’s sexy, low rumble vibrated through Breslin’s sensitive breasts. She was still shocked she was naked, and in her bedroom with the fire demon. She swore she wouldn’t have sex with him, but a few too many drinks, along with the insistent need she felt from her shared bond with Bhric, and she quickly threw that vow out the window.

  She would have to ask Bhric about this new development. Would she always feel this incessant need for sex now that her twin was blessed with his Fated Mate? That would be a problem given his mating ceremony happened a few hours ago. He and Alex would be holed up in their bedroom for weeks, if not longer, exploring their new connections. She’d never last, she amended, and considered moving to another part of the compound to diffuse her bond to her brother.

  Rhett licked across her breast, drawing her attention back to the demon. She moaned as pleasure rushed through her system. The male ignited her need to a fever pitch. When she was in his arms, she felt invigorated and inflamed like never before.

  Breslin acknowledged Rhett wasn’t a dominant male and the exact opposite of the type she dated. She hated her attraction to him. She was a warrior, through and through, and the idea that she couldn’t stop thinking about this fire demon, with his button-down shirts and loafers, was preposterous. Although, the clothes-diva in her was jumping up and down that she was with a male that recognized there were different types of attire, and appreciated the finer things in life.

  Reason intruded on the moment, forcing Breslin to reconsider her actions. She was allowing this male, who didn’t give his conquests a second thought, to suck on her breasts and touch every part of her body. She should stop this right now, she thought. But fuck, it felt too damn good. He was a skilled lover and she wanted him to please her.

  Throwing her better judgement aside, Breslin gave into the experience as she stroked his long length. There was nothing wrong with enjoying him for one night, she amended. Besides, she was going to rock his world and he would become her next stalker. Keep telling yourself that, she chastised. Yeah, she was in denial, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass.

  Breslin released his cock, and stepped back to appreciate his physique. Rhett wasn’t big and bulky like she preferred, but he was fit and muscular. She loved his lean muscles and sculpted body. He should have looked ridiculous standing there with his pants pooled around his ankles, but he was sexy as ever.

  “You are a work of art, Flame,” Rhett praised as he reached for the waistband of her panties.

  His orange eyes glittered in appreciation as he bent and pushed them down her legs. She quickly stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.

  The nearby fire glowed and crackled behind them. The flames highlighted his translucent skin. Rhett’s blood flowed like hot lava beneath the surface of his flesh, calling to her natural ability. She was curious if she could control his fire, as well. She glanced up and met his hungry gaze and found her need echoed in his fiery depths.

  “I’m going to bend you over the bar and fuck you from behind,” Rhett demanded.

  Moisture leaked from her center, and Breslin found it difficult to breathe past the image his words conjured.

  She didn’t hesitate to prowl over to the bar, placing her palms on the cold granite surface. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out as she spread her legs slightly.

  Turning her head, she gave him a heated stare and murmured, “Show me what you’ve got.”

  Rhett’s shoes went flying and his pants quickly followed. He hopped on one foot as he removed his socks and was behind her in a flash, his sizable cock pointing right at her. The tip shined with arousal and the glow beneath Rhett’s skin brightened. Lava flowed beneath the thin veneer covering his hard muscle, and she wondered if that happened every time he had sex.

  His hands spread across her ass cheeks. He squeezed tightly before his deft fingers delved down. He stroked her sensitive, swollen flesh in the most delicious fashion. Ripples of pleasure rushed through her body and she widened her stance. Her chest heaved, and she felt her breaths came out in pants.

  His shaft was a hot poker against her hip as he stepped closer. Rhett urged her body forward until her upper torso lay flat on the counter. The cold surface felt good against her heated flesh. She turned her head to the side and waited for his next move.

  He was taller than her five-nine frame and easily covered her bare back when he laid across her body. His placed his arms on either side of her head while his legs pushed between hers, widening her stance.

  Her position left her vulnerable and exposed, but when Breslin was surrounded by his strength and power, she felt safe. What would it be like to feel safe and loved forever, she wondered.

  The one time she remembered feeling safe and loved was when she was a young stripling in the loving arms of her mother and father. But then they were brutally murdered by an archdemon, and ripped from her life, and her heart. The void had never been filled, no matter how hard Bhric, and her other brothers had tried.

  Before she could contemplate that loss any further, Rhett’s lips connected with hers, and his kiss took her breath away. Hard and insistent, she met his demand with her own. His fingers caressed her stomach before delving down to the cleft between her legs. His first touch was feather-light, and it drove her mad with desire.

  Intense pleasure caused Breslin’s eyes to slip closed, but when one of Rhett’s fingers slid across her clit, they flew wide and she gasped. He pressed harder and rubbed in a circular motion against the engorged nub. His weight kept her in place, but she bucked against his ministrations.

  He rubbed faster, until she was close to orgasm, but then stopped and trailed his fingers upward, despite her protests. He grasped her throat as he kissed her deeply. His aggression had her need spiraling out of control. His free hand went back to her slit and he pinched her clit, making her shout his name.

  No. Begging was more like it. She wanted him so badly she was willing to beg if that’s what it took.

  “Damn, Flame. You are so fucking wet for me,” Rhett husked as he rubbed his hot, slick body against hers.

  “Yes!” she shouted as he continued to swirl across her bundle of nerves ruthlessly. Lifting her hips
, she urged him on. “Harder. More, Rhett!” she panted.

  Rhett’s hands were everywhere as he set upon her with sensual determination. The feel of his hot finger against her flesh was maddening. The heat wasn’t just the sensual need between them. His internal body temperature was far beyond anything she’d ever experienced, and it had her nerve endings going haywire.

  Rhett inserted one thick finger and went directly to a fervid pace. He pressed and thrust his digit in and out, and she clawed at the counter, but there was nothing to grip. Her body tightened, and she flew over the edge. Rhett didn’t stop and was relentless as he plucked, rubbed and pinched her sensitive flesh.

  “I need to make sure you are ready for me, Flame. I’m a big male,” he breathed into her ear.

  All she could manage was a nod as she reached another peak and hurled over. The orgasms rolled one into another. There was no mistaking his skill and mastery over the female body. He knew and understood it better than any other male she’d ever been with, and her body craved more.

  She reached back to grab his cock, urging him to her center. “Och, I’m ready, demon,” she demanded, and looked over her shoulder to meet his fiery-orange orbs.

  Breslin held his gaze as Rhett entered her one delicious inch at a time.

  Expecting him to pound into her once he was seated, she was pleasantly surprised when he gently pushed deeper into her welcoming body. He slowly pulled out until just the tip remained inside her core and then slowly pushed back in as far as he could go. He kept that pace for several pumps, and then his need took control. She enjoyed his slow and deliberate movements, but loved it when he set into a fast and furious rhythm.

  “Harder, Rhett. I want more,” she demanded between pants as she pushed back as much as his weight allowed.

  Heat surrounded them, and Breslin saw the world around them turn orange and red, her fire rising to the surface with her increased pleasure.

  She called on her power and heard growls when she connected to his flame. Yes, she could dominate his fire. Now, she would get what her body demanded.