Ignited By Flames

by Day, Vella

  Blake laughed. “Not that I’m complaining in the least, but where did the prim and proper Greer Caspian go?”

  “She disappeared the moment I met you.”

  Blake cupped her face and kissed her. “Mmm.”

  “How about showing me how much you appreciate my transformation?” she asked.

  He grinned. “I do love a challenge.”

  He kicked off his shoes and slipped off his jacket before dragging down his pants and briefs. Greer whistled. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  He lifted off his shirt and dropped it on the ground. “Better?”

  “Much.”

  Naked, he clasped her to his chest, sending her to another realm. Pleasure, bliss, and pure joy filled her as she lowered her pants.

  “Let me help.” He dropped to his knees and dragged her jeans and panties off. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”

  She laughed. “It hasn’t been that long.”

  “You want to bet? Even five minutes is too long.”

  Greer sure did love this man. When he widened her legs and swiped a tongue across her clit, she soared. Her breath increased, and her talons tried to force themselves to the surface.

  Be good, she demanded of her dragon.

  Then you better hurry. The thought of totally focusing on the two of you for the next few days excites me too much.

  Greer dug her nails into Blake’s shoulders and closed her eyes, loving how her mate could transport her with little effort. Waves of delight darted up her body, causing her inner dragon to scrape and claw. More than anything, Greer wanted to return the favor.

  “My turn.”

  Blake seemed to ignore her, his moans growing louder and more forceful by the second. His tongue kept flicking across her opening as his hands squeezed her butt. It didn’t seem as if he would stop. Not that she really wanted him to, but Blake deserved some pleasure too. She was the first to admit though that he seemed to be enjoying himself just fine.

  When his tongue delved into her opening, she lost it. Her climax swooped in, causing her knees to nearly buckle.

  Keeping a good grasp on her, Blake stood. “You liked that.”

  “I loved that, but now it’s my turn.”

  “You know my opinion on that when I’m too excited,” he said.

  Greer laughed. “You aren’t going to deny me my pleasure, are you?”

  “Never.”

  Blake cupped her face and then lifted her up. “I thought you were the one who mentioned getting comfortable.”

  “So I did.” He carried her to the bedroom. Together, they landed on the bed with him on top of her. “My turn to see if I can excite you the way you turned me on,” she said.

  “In a moment.” Blake kissed her. He seemed desperate, if the way he was touching her and probing her with his tongue was any indication.

  Her tongue battled for position. With her breasts against his chest, Greer ran her hands down his muscled back. Wow. How did she get so lucky to find this amazing man? Okay, Fate might have had a hand in that.

  When his hard cock dug into her belly, she abandoned all thoughts of how she’d gotten so lucky to land Blake Masters. Now she wanted more, which meant she wanted all of him.

  Greer turned the aggressor. She pushed on his shoulder to roll him over. She’d planned on sucking his cock, but seeing him this way made her need even greater.

  “I want you so bad,” he said as his eyelids fluttered closed. “Ride me.”

  “You don’t have to ask twice.” Greer straddled him.

  Blake grabbed his dick and slid it into her wet opening. Wild desire assaulted her as his cock tunneled straight to the end. Her breath caught, and her heart pounded. This insane urge to have him made her realize what she’d been missing her whole life—Blake Masters.

  She lifted up and then dropped back down. Blake pushed up on his elbows just far enough for his lips to capture one of her nipples. The pressure sent her soaring in so many ways. Passion and lust overwhelmed her. Gone was her usual composed state. Greer seemed to have entered a world of desire and love, all rolled into a hot package she called Blake.

  As he pounded into her, her teeth sharpened, her scales glowed bright, and her talons peeked through the tips of her fingers. In one quick move, he flipped her off him and withdrew. Before she knew what was happening, he had her up on her hands and knees. He then palmed her breasts as he hammered into her. The change in pressure pushed her really close to the edge. It was when he dragged his lips down her neck, across to that sensitive spot, and sank his fangs into her that fireworks exploded—at least in her mind they did. Both of them climaxed and their bodies pulsed.

  The added rush of endorphins swamped her, making her muscles almost useless. She lowered her head and then collapsed onto the bed. Blake held her for a minute and then slipped out.

  “Let me find something to clean us up with.”

  She didn’t know where he went, but he returned with a warm cloth and handed it to her. “You up for a shower?” he asked.

  “Give me a minute. You overwhelmed all of my senses.”

  He leaned over and kissed her. “I’m glad I did.”

  Greer wrapped her arms around his neck. She patted his back and then sat up. “Did I tell you I love you?”

  “Hmm. It’s so hard to recall when the most beautiful woman in the world is naked in front of me.”

  “You do know how to make a woman feel good and loved.”

  “Only you.”

  Blake lifted her off the bed and carried her into the bathroom. These next few weeks were going to be amazing.

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  Next up is Griffin and Danita’s story. Here is a sneak peek of the first chapter.

  “Are you still having nightmares?” Danita Warren’s therapist asked.

  Why did Dr. Aminor always insist on digging into that wound? She had more pressing things to discuss with her therapist though.

  Danita rubbed the worn wooden chair arm in the doctor’s rather dark office. “Yes. Every night like clockwork.”

  Her brows rose as she leaned forward. “And? Are they less scary, more scary, longer or shorter in duration that when they first started?”

  Danita huffed, hating herself for being so weak. “Ever since that terrible wolf attacked me a few days ago, it’s been worse. The strange part is that I don’t see his red eyes staring down at me like I would have thought, but rather those of Sanditra’s.” Sanditra—that horrible dark lighter who tried to turn Danita’s light into darkness.

  “Knowing she is dead doesn’t seem to help, does it?” her therapist asked as she made a note on her tablet.

  “No.”

  “Why is that do you suppose?”

  “Because I am partially evil. She altered the light inside me when she made me do those despicable acts.”

  Dr. Aminor added another note. “And why do you think you are evil? Have you done bad things?”

  “Not yet, but I can feel some kind of darkness welling up inside me at random times.” Danita looked up. “I had a premonition recently—something that has never happened before.”

  Her doctor’s eyes sparkled with interest. “A premonition? This is new. What was it about?”

  Danita blew out a breath. “After my recent wolf attack, this woman, Greer Caspian, came and helped heal me from my wounds. It was a few days later that I pictured her in trouble. When I told her brother about it, he charged out and was able to save her.”

  Her therapist smiled. “That sounds like a good thing. You helped saved the woman who helped you! I wouldn’t
call that being dark at all!”

  “You might think so, but my insides felt as if they were on fire, and I’m not sure why.”

  “I wouldn’t worry about you being evil until you start doing evil deeds. Helping someone else shows that your white light is still strong.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Tell me again about this recurring nightmare.”

  “Why? It’s always the same—Sanditra is making me do evil things.”

  Dr. Aminor waved her stylus at Danita. “Yes, but you remember something different each time. I think when we have all of the pieces, we’ll be able to make more sense of it.”

  Danita doubted that, but she’d try to recall what last night’s dream was about. “One minute I’m in my usual cell in the Royal castle, the handcuffs sending poison through my body, and the next I am outside in the dark.”

  “Then what happens?”

  “Sanditra is looming over me with that insidious smile of hers that cuts me to the core. I swear that dark lighter bitch could always see right through me.” Danita huffed. “She starts off being nice and then turns really cruel.”

  “During this dream, you don’t know in your heart that she is dead?”

  “Not really. It’s probably because I know she is too evil to be gone for good.”

  “We’ve talked about this, you know.”

  Danita blew out another breath, not appreciating Dr. Aminor’s slightly condescending tone. It didn’t matter if she was trying to be helpful. “I know.”

  “Did Sanditra force you to perform dark magic last night in your dream?”

  “Surprisingly, no. She came, laughed uncontrollably for a minute, and then just left. It was strange.”

  “How did that make you feel?”

  Danita wanted to lash out at the therapist for asking that way too obvious question. “Scared the white light right out of my body.” Fear had actually paralyzed her to the point where she couldn’t move, not even while asleep.

  “Then what happened?”

  Danita clenched her fists to keep them from shaking. “Evil thoughts bombarded me.”

  “What did you want to do?” Aminor asked, her words metered.

  “Kill someone. And before you ask who, I don’t know, but I suspect it was some Royal for taking me. Then again, it could be Sanditra for ruining me. I woke up in a sweat, my body trembling and my heart racing.”

  “You were scared.”

  Why did she have to state the obvious? “Yes. I’d never had that exact dream before—or those horrible feelings of such rage.”

  “What did you do to compensate for these evil thoughts?” the doctor asked.

  “What you suggested. I pictured myself before I had been kidnapped by the Royals.” Danita closed her eyes and entered that pleasant sphere right then. “My safe place is on top of this hill where the pink, yellow, and white wild flowers abound. I imagine being on my back staring up at the bright blue sky watching the clouds float by and listening to the birds go about their business. The scene calms me and brings out my light.” She reopened her eyes.

  Dr. Aminor was actually smiling. “Excellent. Keep doing that.” Just as quickly she sobered. “I think this recent werewolf attacked has set you back.”

  She shook her head. “The attack was painful, sure, but this woman Greer healed me rather quickly. I think it’s because I’m still upset over my cousin’s recent disappearance that I have them. Every time I think about where Wendy could be, these extra dark feelings emerge.”

  “That’s maybe why you’ve been picturing yourself with Sanditra during the night. The darkness could represent your feeling of helplessness.”

  Way to make me feel worse! “It would seem so.”

  “So no progress on learning about Wendy’s whereabouts?”

  Danita’s stomach churned at not only the possibly of losing her beloved cousin and friend, but at losing control over her own thoughts. “No. Nothing.”

  Dr. Aminor scribbled something on her tablet. “It has to be hard, but you can fight through it. How are you handling these feelings of despair? Besides coming here, of course or picturing yourself on top of a mountain in a field of flowers?”

  “I try to think of positive thoughts as much as I can, but I fail miserably most of the time. To be honest, I’m increasingly angry with each passing day. That wolf attack was just the final straw I think. Anyone would be upset if her only relative had gone missing. I believe what would help me the most is doing something to find her. Clearly, the police have failed. It’s been over a week since Wendy has disappeared.”

  “Danita, please. We’ve spoken about this. If your cousin was abducted, you need to leave it to the authorities to find her.”

  Danita’s lip uncontrollably curled. “They haven’t done a damned thing! A week is a long time to be held captive. I should know!” She was almost shouting.

  “Calm down. This isn’t helping to bring back the rest of your white light.”

  It was the reason why she was in therapy in the first place. “I know, but it’s so frustrating. Wendy is the only family I have. She’s sweet. Kind. This never should have happened to her. What could anyone want with her?”

  “Tell me what you do know.”

  Facts helped center her, and Aminor knew that. “Nothing more than what I told the cops and Griffin Caspian.” Ah, Griffin. He’d been the one she’d called after that terrible wolf attack in the woods. Within minutes, he was by her side, flying her to safety. He’d also been the one who had helped her after her escape from the Royal prison. She wouldn’t have recovered this much if it hadn’t been for him. “Wendy’s neighbor heard a commotion in the apartment above hers—where Wendy lives. Normally, my cousin is super quiet since she works on her articles during the day. She’s a journalist. At first, the neighbor thought Wendy was moving furniture, but then she heard a shout followed by a thud. The neighbor is elderly and wasn’t about to run to the rescue, so she went next door to speak to her neighbor—only he wasn’t home. She went back inside and called the police.”

  “What did they find?”

  “A lamp had been turned over, and a shattered coffee cup was on the floor,” Danita said. “Two pillows were also slashed. That seemed rather random to me, but I think they were trying to make it look like a robbery.”

  “And Wendy?”

  “She was nowhere to be found.”

  “It appears as if she put up a good fight.”

  “Wendy is a wolf shifter, so I’m hoping she did some damage to her kidnapper or kidnappers.” It was the only scenario that made sense.

  “Has there been a ransom note or contact of any kind?” Aminor asked very matter-of-factly.

  She shook her head. “Wendy and her dad are estranged. Besides, he has no money, so I don’t think this was motivated by greed.”

  “Then what?”

  “I wish I knew,” Danita said.

  “To help with your feeling of helplessness, you said you wanted to do something. What do you think your options are—other than interfering in a police investigation?”

  “I’m not a detective. I’d have no idea where to start.”

  “Hmm. I suggest you focus on thinking cleansing and positive thoughts then.”

  Dr. Aminor was no help. “It’s hard to do that when I’m so worried about her. I know what captivity can do to a person.” Danita refused to think that her cousin was dead though. That negativity could prove deadly to her own soul.

  “We talked about this. Negative thoughts are a feeding ground for your dark light to take over your body.”

  “I know.” Damn Sanditra. Before the Royals had kidnapped her, Danita didn’t have an ounce of dark light in her. After spending a few weeks with the very powerful witch, her white light had begun to dim. What she wouldn’t give to be like her old self again.

  “Understandably, you are angry and anxious,” her therapist said, “but in your mental state, you might do something rash that could make things worse. What if Wendy�
�s kidnappers took you too?”

  She shrugged. “I’d at least be with Wendy.”

  “Danita.”

  She held up her hands. “Fine. I’ll let the police handle things.” For now. Besides, Griffin said he would look into it.

  “Good. This week I want you to focus only on positive thinking. With a clear head, you might be able to figure out a way to help your cousin.”

  She doubted that, but it was worth a try. Danita stood, not any calmer than before she walked in, but after her Royal incarceration, she had promised Griffin she’d attend therapy. Just when she thought she was ready to embrace the world, her cousin was kidnapped, and Danita was attacked. Not doubt about it—she was cursed. “Thanks, Doc.”

  In need of a caffeine hit and a snack, Danita decided to walk over to Angelique’s café instead of driving there. After being cooped up in that office for an hour, she needed the space and fresh air, though it wasn’t as cathartic as she’d hoped. Horns made more noise than usual, people seemed pushier, and the wind was whipping her hair into her face and annoying her. For a moment, she was tempted to slow down the world around her to help calm her mind.

  But she wouldn’t use her magic in that way. While it only took a sweep of a hand and a silent chant, it would take more energy than she possessed right now. It also wouldn’t be of any benefit to anyone. Using her powers for her own personal gain would only serve to foster her darkness, which was the last thing she wanted or needed. Ugh.

  As soon as she entered the coffee shop though, her negative vibes diminished. Angelique, the restaurant owner, possessed a very powerful white light aura that affected everyone who entered. Her coffee shop was safe, giving Danita a small sense of control.

  After ordering a drink and a snack, she snagged a table near the back, needing peace and quiet to think about her next move—a move that Dr. Aminor might not approve of.

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