Hellbound Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Five) (21 page)

“So do we all get down in our Lotus position and hum?” Rhys quipped. Dante and Kellen glared at him while Illianna laughed.

“I don’t know what a Lotus position is, but sounds good to me,” she chuckled. Rhys couldn’t stop the answering smile that spread across his face. His mate got him. And damn, that was a nice change.

“Please tell me we don’t have two of them?” Dante groaned as he looked at Illianna then Rhys.

Rhys chuckled and glanced at the Cambion Lord. “The Goddess did good, didn’t she?” he asked with pride.

Dante rolled his eyes at Rhys while Kellen looked torn between amusement and confusion. “Is he really like this all the time?” Kellen questioned, rubbing his bald scalp.

Dante grunted and grimaced as he tried to shift his position. “Usually he’s much worse because he’s flirting with the females, as well,” Dante shared, his blue eyes dull from pain and fatigue.

Beside him, Rhys felt Illianna stiffen. He reached for her hand, but she took a step away from him and put her hands in her pockets. “That’s all in the past, Luscious. I’m a cambion, that’s what we do. And, don’t worry, I may flirt because that’s who I am, but there will never be another female for me. You are it,” Rhys assured his mate, wanting to reach out and take her into his arms.

She shifted her gaze away from Rhys and looked to Dante and Kellen. “You mentioned we need to come to terms with something. I don’t have an inner demon,” she said, changing the subject. “And, I don’t hear any voices whispering to me, either.”

“Everyone has inner demons, Illianna. Don’t kid yourself that angels are exceptions to the rule. Otherwise, you wouldn’t still be standing in this room with us,” Dante pointed out with a rueful smile.

Rhys couldn’t stop himself from going to her side when she paled, eyes widening. She had truly never considered that she had issues lurking beneath the surface. He’d have thought her time in Hell would have ripped that particular blinder away.

“I don’t hear Belial, either, which is good,” Dante continued, haltingly. The male was declining rapidly. They needed to get out of there or Illianna wouldn’t be safe. If Dante’s inner beast got loose, it would do whatever was necessary to get to Illianna. “Each of us needs to look inward. Poke at the raw spots and go to the dark place you usually avoid.”

Silence descended over the room and all Rhys could think about was what Illianna was thinking. What was her dark place? Rhys chastised himself for not concentrating on his own issues, but it was impossible to ignore his mate. His own shit didn’t matter to him, he knew he was fucked up and had let that go a long time ago. He didn’t dwell on his past and made sure to keep his inner beast fed so he didn’t become that person again.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed and Dante disappeared. Kellen fell forward, not expecting the weight of the other male to be lifted from his shoulder. “Lucky dog,” Kellen muttered. “I hope he finds a female before we get there. I’d hate to have to beat our Lord into submission. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy that immensely…” the male trailed off, lost in thought.

“Don’t worry, buddy. You couldn’t beat him on your best day. You don’t know him like I do. Dante is one mean motherfucker. There’s a reason he’s the Cambion Lord,” Rhys interjected.

Kellen shook his head and muttered, “I meant no disrespect. I’ve seen enough here in Hell to tell me the rumors about him are true. I was talking about myself, not my chances of being successful. Fuck, most of the time I fail miserably and am left with the bruises to prove it.”

“Sounds like you’re a glutton for punishment, Kellen. You don’t have to punish yourself for things that weren’t your fault,” Illianna added, placing a hand on the male’s arm. Rhys got his first glimpse of Illianna connecting with another and realized what she had to offer the world. He had no doubt it was a better place with her in it to bring joy and happiness to others.

Kellen looked into Illianna’s eyes for several silent seconds and whatever passed between them brought him to terms with his dark place because the male disappeared in a flash.

“Okay, Angel. Work your magic on me and get us out of here,” Rhys said, caressing her cheek.

“I don’t have magic and I didn’t do anything to Kellen. He obviously confronted whatever was haunting him and won. The question you should ask yourself, Rhys, is… what’s your greatest fear?”

He reared back. He hadn’t been thinking in terms of fear and didn’t want to. The flames licked at the inside of the walls and flared. “Right now my greatest fear is never having you again. Those flames are inside now,” he pointed out.

She glanced around and he saw the moment realization sank in and panic hit. “Kiss me, Angel,” he murmured, pulling her into his embrace as a way to distract her from their situation. He had no way of vanquishing the flames, but couldn’t stand to see her so afraid.

She looked up at him and for a split second he saw the true depth of her desperation. Without waiting for permission, he lowered his lips to hers, gazing into silver eyes glowing like the moon at midnight on a still lake. His lips sizzled when they met hers as their desire flared. He claimed her mouth in a passionate exchange, losing himself in the moment.

The female in his arms was his everything, and the thought wasn’t as frightening as he thought it might be. She moaned into his mouth, setting his entire body aflame, maddening him. It made him think of her moaning around his cock. He swore to himself that one day he would feel her hot mouth sucking and swallowing everything he had to offer. The thought of it had his blood racing hotly to his groin and filling his shaft, making it ache. His body was on fire, desire burning a scorching path to his soul.

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.