by Trim, Brenda
Fire Warrior
Dark Warrior Alliance Book 14
Brenda Trim
Tami Julka
Copyright © December 2017 by Brenda Trim and Tami Julka
eISBN: 978-1-63587-820-2
Editor: Amanda Fitzpatrick
Cover Art by Carrie (Cheeky Covers)
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This book is about passion, which is defined as a strong and barely controllable emotion. Have you found yours? If not, search deep inside and discover your burning desire.
Then, be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
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Chapter One
Excitement thrummed through Rhett as he followed Breslin up the stairs to her suite at Zeum. Her hand grabbed his and tugged, encouraging him to move faster. He’d fantasized about her countless times but never thought she’d succumb to him. All he could think, as he watched the seductive sway of her hips, was she was worth the wait.
Her sleek blue gown fit like a second skin and he hardened at the sight. She had more curves than a winding road and he itched to caress every nook and cranny. She turned and gave him that sexy smile he adored, and he almost lost it right there on the stairway. If he didn’t get her naked soon, he was going to explode in his pants.
Breslin wasn’t like the other females he pursued. She was his greatest challenge, and that kept him coming back day after day. Rhett was accustomed to females fawning over him. Easy conquests, to be exact. He also attracted the softer, more demure type.
Breslin was far from demure. Oh, she was definitely all female, but she could kick a male’s ass with her eyes closed. That was intimidating as hell, but fuck if it wasn’t a turn-on.
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 resonated with him and Rhett was convinced it was that commonality causing him to obsess over the alluring vampire.
Truthfully, he’d almost stopped pursuing the Vampire Princess. Most days, Breslin treated him like scum beneath her boot. It was a song and dance he’d come to love and hate. Rhett knew she was attracted to him but she refused to admit it. Convincing Breslin she wanted him pummeled his overly inflated ego and there was only so much a male could take.
He even went on a walkabout to escape his obsession. He traveled 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, Rhett knew if he made the wrong move, she’d kick him to the roadside curb of rejection. He felt like an obedient dog, knowing if he behaved, he’d receive a treat. But the treat 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 were 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, turned around then claimed his mouth in a searing kiss. Her soft flesh heated against his and fire 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. He could see her fangs and his cock jerked. He wanted to feel her bite.
“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 lips. Yeah, she knew she was sexy as sin.
“I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you, demon,” she muttered and reached between their bodies to grip his cock. “Mmm, so verra hard. 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 boots he was certain 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. If that were the case he’d have to thank the male. Regardless, he wasn’t about to pass up the chance of enjoying a night with his vampire.
When they hit the landing, his control snapped and he pulled her into his arms. “I need you now, Flame,” he demanded.
Rhett felt goosebumps rise on her arms and she shivered. 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 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. She wanted him as much as he wanted her even though she’s never admit it. More than once, Breslin suggested he was a man-whore with no thought or concern for the females he slept with. 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.
“No’ here. My room now,” she panted and bit down on his bottom lip.
“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 had experienced her fiery passion. He liked to think he was the only male alive who could satisfy her burning need. Breslin 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 breast. The turgid peak called to him and he bent his head and licked one cherry red nipple. He circled the pebbled area, learning what she liked.
When he bit the hardened tip, she groaned and arched, shoving more flesh between his teeth. Rhett wasn’t surprised that she liked it rough. But when he gave her breast gentle licks and light caresses, 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 her bedroom door was closed, Breslin’s lips crashed against his. She was rough and insistent, kicking off her heels in the next breath. Rhett’s mouth parted, and she dove inside, her tongue stroking his. He imagined what that would feel like on his cock and nearly came when she sucked on his tongue. Fuck, he needed to be inside her flaming heat.
Breslin suddenly switched gears and tenderly kissed him, moving her mouth along his lips then his jaw. It was loving and gentle and he couldn’t get enough. There was this dichotomy of her taking charge and dominating, while at the same time, she was demure and reticent. It was baffling yet arousing and he wanted more.
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 at the base of her neck. Her sultry scent of cinnamon and fire was stronger there and he inhaled deeply. His cock jerked in response. He acknowledged the rich spice made him hard as stone whenever he smelled it.
Breslin clawed his shirt open then quickly tore it from his body. His back bowed when he felt her nails scratch his flesh. The fire beneath his skin followed her every touch.
Rhett met her gaze and 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 evening gown 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 lucid 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 when 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 tip of his cock. Rhett let out a string of curses as her wetness seeped through her thin panties.
He wanted to pound her into oblivion but the desire to explore every inch forced him to slow down. Needing a distraction, his gaze scanned the room and he caught sight of a fireplace in the corner of the room.
He stretched out his hand and threw a thin stream of his fire. His flame was deep orange with hints of red and instantly ignited the wood.
The pop and crackle called to the demon inside and Rhett 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 and bra, eyes glowing brilliant amber. It was a telltale sign of her arousal and Rhett’s aching cock insisted he oblige.
He reached for the button of his pants and was pleasantly surprised when Breslin took control and undid them for him.
“Why am I no’ shocked that you go commando?” Breslin asked when his slacks puddled at his feet.
His hands traveled to the clasp of her bra as 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’d be dying of embarrassment right now,” he murmured between kisses.
She tilted her head and didn’t object when he slid the bra straps down her arms and off her body. “We have staff to take care of laundry, you know,” she clarified.
“I know but it turns out my laziness has benefited you, Flame.”
“Aye, it certainly has,” she purred and then wrapped her strong fingers around his hard length.
Taking advantage, he palmed her lush globes, cupping first one and then the other before massaging them in full circular motions. He lowered his face and bit back a groan as she pumped 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.
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Rhett’s sexy, low rumble vibrated through Breslin’s sensitive breasts. She still couldn’t believe she was in her bedroom naked with the fire demon she swore not to have sex with. A few too many drinks, along with the insistent need from the shared bond with her brother, 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 the bond with 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 nothing before.
Breslin acknowledged Rhett wasn’t a dominant male and was 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 various types of attire and appreciated the finer things in life.
Reason intruded, 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 Goddess, it felt too damn good. Rhett was a skilled lover and she wanted him to please her.
Throwing better judgement aside, Breslin gave into the experience completely as she stroked his long length. There was nothing wrong with enjoying him for one night, she decided. 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’ve looked ridiculous standing there with his pants pooled around his ankles but it was the sexiest sight 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 crackled, glowing softly 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. 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,” Rhett demanded.
Moisture leaked from her center and Breslin found it difficult to breathe past the image his words conjured. Her gums ached to sink into his flesh. She wanted to taste his blood as much as she wanted to feel him inside her body.
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 erection pointing right at her. The tip was shiny with arousal and the glow beneath Rhett’s skin brightened. Lava flowed beneath the thin veneer that covered his hard length 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 roamed to the front. He cupped her sex like he owned her. Ripples of pleasure rushed through her body and she widened her stance. Her chest heaved and she felt her breaths came out in pants.
