Hellbound Warrior: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Five) (30 page)

“Is this what you want, Angel?” he asked, replacing her hands with his own.

He dropped his huge body over her and took her mouth again, his tongue darting in ways that mimicked what she craved him to do to her sex. His hands roamed over her breasts, caressing and pinching her taut nipples. Unable to help her reaction, she arched into his touch, enjoying the way he chuckled into her mouth.

Lifting his head, he smiled wickedly as his hands held hers to the mattress above her head. Her body flushed with heat as he spread her legs with his thighs and slid into the space he’d created. The feel of his leathers against her flushed skin was erotic and maddening.

She wanted flesh-to-flesh contact, but apparently he was in no rush to give her what she ached for so she wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly, providing friction where she needed it most. His large palm ran down her leg as his lips enclosed one of her nipples and sucked hard.

A tangled moan tore from her throat, and, without conscious instruction, she thrust more of her breast at him. He devoured her flesh while he gently rocked his lower body against hers.

“Take me now,” she begged.

He lifted his body and she opened her mouth to protest until his hand slid between them and traveled to the juncture of her thighs. Finally, the place aching to be touched. He stroked a finger through her wet folds and circled her clit, eliciting a moan. Her pelvis lifted, rubbing against his finger.

“I need more,” she pleaded. She may expire from unmet need if he didn’t give her what she wanted soon.

Inserting one thick digit inside, her mind splintered as pleasure swamped her. Looking down, she watched as he kissed a path down her stomach. Glowing rainbows met her heated gaze. He had to be, hands down, the most gorgeous man to ever live.

The connection they shared was stronger than ever, nearly bringing tears to her eyes. She felt how much he cherished her. His mouth latched onto her clit and licked and sucked as his finger thrust in and out.

“You taste like heaven. Wings, or not, you’ll always be my Angel,” he vowed.

She made some incoherent sounds in response as he teased and tormented her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm. He didn’t relent as she pressed her core towards his face. He obliged by cupping her ass and bringing her even closer. He added a second finger and sucked her clit, making her detonate into a million pieces. The most shattering orgasm she’d ever experienced.

“Goddess, you’re so tight,” he murmured as she came down from her climax. “I’m going to embarrass myself and cum in mere seconds when I finally get inside you.”

“Stop torturing and take me, Demon,” she demanded, already aching for more.

“My greedy little angel,” he said with a wicked smile as he finally, rid his body of his leathers.

“Who wouldn’t be greedy with everything you have to offer,” she purred as she grabbed onto his big, thick cock. It kicked in her hand and he dropped his head back, groaning under her ministrations.

Those vibrant eyes snapped back to her face and she saw the intensity of his need for her. Any sane woman would have been frightened by the look in his eyes, but she preened and lay back, spreading her legs, offering herself up without hesitation.

He positioned himself at her center, rubbing his long shaft through her wet folds. Maintaining eye contact, he pulled back and thrust inside in one hard move. She was more than wet and ready for him, but her breath still left her in a rush with his large size.

She closed her eyes against the pain and pleasure of his possession. He was by far the biggest man she had ever been with and he filled her completely. He touched nerve endings she didn’t know she had.

Her eyes snapped open when he murmured, “You’re mine, Luscious. There is no going back now.”

“Yes. I’m yours,” she whispered, accepting his mate claim.

He thrust deep and hard and with each descent, his pelvic bone hit her sensitive clit, making her shudder. He was all around her, inside her, everywhere. She panted and her heart beat erratically as he pounded in and out of her body.

Rhys unleashed a wildness she hadn’t seen from him as he licked and sucked her breasts while he fucked her in a way she had never experienced. No one had taken her this hard or made her body sing like Rhys. She was weightless, floating on a cloud in Heaven again. Of course, he would be the one to take her home.

He twined their fingers, resting his weight on his elbows as he worked her body like his life depended on it. His arms caged her and made her feel safe and protected despite the powerful thrusts he delivered. He wanted to pleasure her and she wanted to experience all of it. That was one constant she knew she could count on for the rest of her life.

He released one of her hands and cupped her cheek, capturing her gaze as his body slammed into hers. Her core clenched and every muscle tensed, telling her she was close.

“I love you, Rhys,” she declared, freeing her other hand so she could grab his ass and pull him deeper. Her body moved and her breasts bounced with every movement, brushing his chest. The sensation was electric and took her even closer to the edge.

She had no idea how he did it, but his cock grew inside her, becoming thicker and harder and his eyes blazed on fire. The moment was perfect and she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to stay like this with him forever.

“This is just the beginning, Angel,” Rhys murmured as if he’d read her mind.

She nodded, this was the beginning and they were going to have many more nights like this. With that certainty, she gave herself over to her orgasm. Her muscles contracted and squeezed his shaft, milking everything he offered. He barked out a sharp curse and his face went as taut as his body. His movements stilled and she felt his seed leave his body in a hot rush.

She felt the moment Rhys fed off of their sexual energy, taking it to provide what he needed to survive. It was shocking how much she sensed from now that she focused beyond the surface. His inner beast had been clawing beneath the surface and was now purring in contentment. Expecting to feel completely drained from how much he took, she was surprised when all she felt was mildly uncomfortable in various places due to his vigorous loving. And, surprisingly, she never felt stronger.

He laid his forehead on hers, both panting for breath, their bodies slicked with sweat. Belatedly, she realized they hadn’t showered his blood from their skin and it was now mixed with their sweat, but she was too content to be bothered by it.

Reluctantly releasing her grip on his ass, she wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed in their combined scent. Lifting her chin, she placed a kiss to his lips. This kiss wasn’t feverish and rushed, but slow and sensual. The connection she shared with him grew by the minute, grounding her in her new life.

Several minutes later, he lifted his head and gazed down at her. His smile was all mischief and mayhem of the best possible combination.

“I can’t wait to tell the others that I have been blessed with an actual angel for a Fated Mate. Let’s go hunt them down and see if Dante and Kellen arrived. I just wish we had come back with the amulet. At least Lucifer doesn’t have it anymore,” Rhys jabbered, clearly excited to be home.

Her smile fell and a sigh escaped before she could stop it. “I’m not an angel anymore. Sorry to disappoint you,” she pointed out.

With his thumb and forefinger under her chin, he forced her to meet his eyes. “You think having wings is what made you an angel? I’ve never met anyone with a purer heart. You don’t need wings to bring joy and happiness to others. Look at how you saved those souls in the Underworld, and, not to mention, how you saved me.”

Tears brimmed and spilled out of the corners. “You really think your friends will like me?”

“They’re going to love you, Illianna, but not half as much as I do,” he crowed with pride.

Driving towards the eastside, Santiago’s obsession with a black-haired beauty continued. The female’s suspicious green gaze haunted him. Every time he closed his eyes, her rockin’ bod and generous rack played on the backs of his lids. Skin-tight jeans paid homage to her perfect ass and long legs…damn, he wanted those legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her welcoming body. And Goddess, could she wear a bigger shirt? The fabric had left little to the imagination, not that he was complaining, but he’d had a hard time concentrating on his job when all he could do was stare at her large breasts.

Yeah, Tori Castillo had become his own personal demon for more reasons than just her good looks.

The female was the sister to the male he had caught selling Angel’s Kiss. That slime, Miguel, had gotten what was coming to him for fouling the streets with that poison. He could still see the bastard moaning and convulsing in the alley where he’d sold the drug to an addicted shifter. The entire realm might be outraged at Miguel’s condition, but Santiago wasn’t sorry for what he’d done.

Miguel deserved a taste of his own medicine. He would be addicted to the drug when he woke and his entire life would now revolve around procuring Angel’s Kiss. It was fitting, Santiago thought, given that he had encouraged and enabled countless supernaturals to ruin their lives. Miguel was a blight to society and the reason the realm’s lower class was growing by leaps and bounds.

Every society needed all castes to function properly. Even the higher class, known as the upper-crust in his realm, served its purpose, although the wealthy were pretty useless in Santiago’s opinion, with their endless black-tie affairs and bogus fundraisers. It was the middle and lower classes that kept their community running smoothly. Without them doing their jobs, no one else would be able to do theirs.

The Dark Warriors were at the top of the ladder in terms of wealth, but they were nothing like the upper-crust. They weren’t afraid of getting dirty. Hell, their jobs required it. Santiago couldn’t recall the last time he’d come home from a night of patrolling that he wasn’t covered in black blood and ash. There were times he couldn’t get it off his skin it was so thick.

Aside from that, most of his colleagues at Zeum didn’t rely on the staff to cater to their needs. They preferred to clean their own rooms and do their own laundry. It hadn’t been a shock for them when Elsie had all but taken over the chore of cooking. For her, it was a labor of love. And, he couldn’t imagine any of the upper-crust painting and decorating their own nurseries like Zander and Elsie were doing.

Santiago’s thoughts traveled back to Miguel and his alluring sister. He had hoped Orlando wouldn’t pick up on Tori’s line of questioning, but as soon as they left her place, he started asking questions. Santiago had let a few details slip and Orlando had zeroed on it.

An argument ensued over how Santiago had known what the male was wearing, as well as, the suggestion he’d been dealing and not just using. Fighting over such details was pointless. They needed to be spending their time finding Miguel’s supplier, not what had happened to the male in the alley that night.

Santiago still believed that Miguel was high up in the drug trade. He knew Miguel associated with Von, but Santiago’s gut told him that Miguel dealt directly with the manufacturer of Angel’s Kiss. That was who they really needed to find. Santi was close to taking Von out which would make a dent in the market, but that wasn’t enough. He needed to take out the witch or sorcerer who made the shit, only then would the drug trade falter.

Not many would be eager to pick up that particular baton. Especially, after Santiago had made it his mission to hunt down and target everyone involved. Word was out that someone was taking out the dealers and moving their way up the chain. Yeah, Orlando had pointed that one out to him, as well. Good, he thought, the scum dealing this drug needed to be afraid.

Swerving to the right, Santiago cursed as he almost missed his turn-off. He was too distracted by the issues at Zeum and the beautiful Valkyrie. He needed to pull his head out of his ass or he was going to be questioned about more than this investigation. He parked his SUV at the edge of the lot and climbed out into the chilled night air. Winter in Seattle could be downright frigid, even for a wolf shifter.

Hands stuffed into pockets, he maneuvered his way through randomly parked vehicles and greeted the guard at the door to the fight club. The outside appeared rundown, while the inside was anything but. His boots echoed off the cement floor of the large barn. The wood walls were weathered, but had been stained a rich mahogany.

The tension in his chest eased as soon as he crossed the threshold. He breathed in smells of sweat and blood layered over dirt and mold. The owners of the club would never be able to eliminate the smells that permeated the wood. A human wouldn’t have been able to detect it, but Santiago’s wolf caught every nuance.

Elegant light fixtures shone down on each of the four rings. Not that the heavy crowds afforded Santiago a view of the fights at the moment. His eyes traveled up the metal spiral staircase to the renovated loft area. What used to be an area to store hay was now a bar with an overlook of the fights below. There was nothing amiss among the revelers huddled over the railing. Same old betting, drinking, and yelling down to the fighters.