by Amber Kallyn
She wanted to devour this man.
But this would be their last time together. She needed to take it slow. Draw it out, make it last all night long.
Her chest hurt at the thought of never seeing him again. She ignored it.
Taking his cock deeper into her mouth, she swirled her tongue along his thickness. His body trembled beneath her hands.
She licked up his length, then sucked him hard. Ty groaned, his hands fisting in her hair.
She nibbled along his cock, nipping the tip, running her hands up his chest, back down his sides.
Crawling up his body, she straddled his hips. Bree guided him to her entrance, sliding down his hardness as he filled her so completely.
“Heaven,” Ty groaned, his hands grasping her ass. “Stay with me, lovey.”
She squeezed her eyes tightly closed and rode him. Her body blazed with emotion, with sensations. Pleasure swamped her body. He caressed her roughly, hands moving over her ass, hips, up to squeeze her breasts.
His cock slid deep, the building pressure consuming her.
She burned.
Ty’s skin matched her heat.
He groaned, hips thrusting up to meet her descent.
The fire in her blood roared.
“Stay with me, Bree,” Ty shouted, his hips jerking frantically.
Bree squeezed her eyes tighter, meeting his every thrust as she bent down to taste his mouth.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as his tongue pushed to meet hers.
Together, they blazed.
Even the air crackled with it.
The orgasm held her close, as close as Ty’s tight grip.
“Stay,” he whispered hoarsely into her mouth.
He pounded into her, jerking his hips faster.
She met him each time. Their kiss turned furious. Tongues battled as if this was a war neither could win.
Lights burst brightly behind her eyelids as he pushed her over the edge.
Bree screamed against Ty’s lips, her body shuddering from the force of the exquisite pleasure rampaging through her.
The air grew hotter, crackling around them.
Ty grabbed her ass and lifted her, then let her fall, slamming against him. He jerked her up again, jutting his hips upwards, hitting deliciously deep.
Sweat slicked skin rubbed, pounded against each other. His fingers dug into her skin, raising her up, pushing her down.
She screamed as the climax stuck her once more, filling her, making her legs go weak.
Ty was relentless, unstopping.
He thrust up into her, hard, fast, never letting up as her body shuddered from the pleasurable force hitting her in waves of almost unbearable sensations.
“Stay with me,” Ty shouted, as he pulsed inside her, his seed hot and slick.
Bree didn’t move, except to open her eyes and stare at him. His eyelids fluttered open and he met her gaze, his eyes a mixture of blue and white swirls.
The burning air crackled louder around them.
Glancing up, Bree realized they were surrounded by fire. Flames licked along the hay-strewn ground, crawled up the wooden barn walls.
Only a small circle around them was untouched by fire.
A giggle escaped Bree as the barn doors, engulfed in flames, cracked and fell from their hinges.
They scrambled to their feet, Ty tossing her a horse blanket as the opening revealed a stunned audience of Calla, Scott, Kari and Rick.
“What the hells is going on in here?” Calla shouted.
Bree laughed, staring at the fire engulfing the barn. Ty yanked his pants up, then took her hand.
“Ignore them.”
“Kinda hard,” she replied with a smile.
“Get out of there before you roast,” Scott yelled as he flipped open his phone and punched in some numbers.
Bree started for the doorway. Ty grabbed her arm and held her back.
“Stay with me, Bree.”
She looked at him, blinking. “Why?”
Unbelievably, the man dropped down to one knee. Keeping hold of her hand, he stared up at her, a wry smile on his lips.
“I’m not one for long-term relationships. But the thought of you leaving terrifies me. I… I love you, Brianna Jones. Stay with me.”
She tried tugging her hand away, but his grip was too tight. “We’re, neither of us, the kind of people—”
“Then we’ll become the type of people,” he said. “Stay with me. Become my family. You belong with me, Bree.”
Something cracked overhead, the fire eating through the roof.
“Say yes already!” someone shouted outside.
Bree’s eyes filled with tears at the obvious love blazing in Ty’s eyes.
“You really think we can make it work?” she whispered.
“We can do anything we put our minds to.” He rose, pulling her into his embrace. “I love you.”
Bree closed her eyes, bowing her head, and said the words she’d never before said. “And I love you, Ty.”
Outside, clapping began. Ty whooped, grabbing her and racing them from the fiery barn.
Outside, he set her on her feet and devoured her mouth in an explosive kiss, just at the barn collapsed, surrounding them with a whirlwind of glowing sparks.
She didn’t care.
He was dragon. She was born of fire. Now, they could blaze together.
* * *
Inflamed
Dragos Book 4
by
Amber Kallyn
Together, a dragon and a succubus find love might just conquer all.
Pete is the youngest of the Dragos Clan, but when the woman of his dreams begs for help, he’s not about to let anyone else save her. Isabella, a demon succubus, has been a prisoner of the black mage for centuries. But in her dreams, she finds the one man who can love her without the cost of losing his soul.
Can the two find each other, and defeat the evil mage that’s been hounding the Dragos clan, once and for all?
Prologue
Jasper, Arizona
Calla O’Neil jerked in her sleep as dreams turned to nightmares. Wearing only a thin shirt and panties, she stumbled barefooted over rough floors, splinters scraping her tender feet. The icy air numbed her. Calla clutched her swollen belly protectively, worried as the child growing inside her kicked frantically.
Deeper, from her soul, her dragon bellowed in fear. She wanted to shift, but was wary of a trap.
Far ahead a light appeared, shining through an outline of a door at the end of the long stone hall. She crept forward and slowly reached for the circular handle.
Her dragon cautioned her hand.
They must protect the babe. Yet, this door was the only way to go.
She pushed it open, but didn’t step through the threshold. A huge fireplace dominated the far wall of a room. Heat from the roaring fire instantly drenched her in sweat.
To the left, a pale, white-blonde woman lay on an oversized bed, her arms stretched wide, chained to the bed posts.
She glanced up, her face drawn and sickly.
“Calla. You came. Will you help me?” The woman whispered in a strange language. Somehow Calla understood.
A whip cracked from the dark hallway behind her.
Calla rushed into the room and tried to slam the door closed, but it refused to budge. Backing toward the bed, she stared at the shifting shadows.
The whip cracked again, louder, closer. A tall, hooded figure strode into the room, a silver tipped leather whip trailing over the floor, metal beads clinking on stone.
“Finally. You are in my dungeon. I will have you, and the rest of the Dragos clan in my clutches. Soon. My plans are laid and on course for your family’s demise.”
Calla woke, jerking upright in her own bed, in her husband’s mountaintop cabin. Her breath stuttered as her heart thumped loudly.
Scott stirred, pulling her into his arms and holding tight. “What’s wrong? Is it the babe?” He rested his hand pr
otectively on her belly.
“No. I th-think it’s the dark mage we’re tracking.”
He pulled her closer, tensing. “Here?” The air around them stirred as her husband’s emotions flared, his elemental magic rising.
She shook her head, rubbing her cheek against the soft sprinkling of hair on his chest. “In my dreams.”
* * *
Phoenix, Arizona
Bree Jones lay next to her fiancé, Ty Dragos. She loved watching him sleep. His dangerous edges softened, giving her glimpses of the boy he once was.
Her eyes finally drifted closed. She found herself falling into a whirlwind.
Standing in a strange, long dark tunnel, the air chilled her naked skin.
But she never got cold. She was fire.
Yet no matter how she tried, Bree couldn’t warm herself. Nor could she touch the flames always burning deep inside. Panic spread from the inability to feel her magic.
Wrapping her arms over her bare breasts, she turned in a circle, unsure which way to go. Finally, a light grew ahead and she hurried forward.
“Hello?” she called. “Anyone here?”
She reached a door and lifted the round, metal handle, pushing it open. Inside the cavernous room, Bree hurried to the blazing fire, rubbing her arms for warmth.
At a noise on the other side of the room, she jerked around, then stopped in disbelief. A young woman, beautiful, but far too thin, lay chained to a huge bed.
“Are you...” Bree didn’t ask if she was all right, obviously she was not. She headed toward the bed.
The woman moaned and her eyes opened, revealing a stunning silvery-gray rimmed by red. “Brianna. You came. Will you help me?”
“What’s wrong?”
“He is going to kill me. My powers grow weaker as each day passes. Only you and your family can save me.”
“I have no family.” Bree shook her head. “I’m an orphan.”
The woman’s silvery eyes widened. “But you do have family. You belong to a clan now, and will for the entirety of your long life. You are Dragos now, wedded or not.”
The room grew colder, icy.
A voice called out, “This time, you will not escape me.”
Shivers of fear crawled up Bree’s spine. She knew that voice all too well.
“How can I help?” she asked the woman.
“Talk to the youngest one, and the rare one. They will know what to do.”
Bree blinked and the light faded, leaving her in darkness.
The dark mage’s voice rang out again. “This time, none will avoid my plans.”
Bree jerked awake, staring around the room.
Ty’s room.
She was safe, not facing the mage.
But deep inside, she knew with certainty she would have to face him soon.
* * *
Phoenix, Arizona
Anna Dragos raced down a long, dark hall, the coldness in the air biting at her skin. She whimpered, knowing at once she was back in the master’s dungeons.
He would catch her, chain her in the place she’d escaped from.
Then he would drain her dragon magic and fulfill his quest to become more powerful than ever.
Icy tentacles crawled down her limbs, making her movements sluggish from terror. She didn’t want to be here.
“Garreth?” she cried. He would save her. Her dream warrior never let her down.
But he didn’t answer.
A door creaked open, beckoning her with light and warmth.
Anna inched forward, cautious this was a trap. How the master loved his traps.
As she entered, warmth from the roaring fire engulfing her, she spied Isabella.
The woman lay chained on the bed, as she’d been the day Anna escaped this wretched place. She was pale and weak.
“What’s he done to you?” she cried, racing to the woman’s side.
Isabella’s eyes fluttered, as if opening them took too much energy. Finally, she succeeded. “Anna, darling. How I have missed you. But life is good, no? You found your dream warrior in true life and he makes you happy?”
A painful lump grew in Anna’s throat. “You? You sent the dream warrior to me?”
Isabella twitched as if she was trying to shake her head no. “I only showed you your destined mate. I knew he could keep you safe and free.”
Anna bowed her head, laying a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Now, it is I who must ask for help. He will kill me soon.”
Anna nodded. “Tell me what to do.”
“The Dragos. The youngest. Together, the two of you can find me and set me free. But you must hurry.”
“I will.” A warmth bloomed in Anna’s chest.
She and her dragon were in agreement. They would find Isabella and set her free, finally returning the favor the woman had done for her, helping on the night of Anna’s escape. If not for Isa, she might not have made it out of this dark, oppressive dungeon.
“Thank you.” Isabella’s eyes drifted closed.
Thunder boomed, shaking the castle, reaching to the depths of this room. Anna jumped to her feet, facing away from the bed and stared into the creeping, twisting shadows in the hall.
A heavy hand clamped on her shoulder and she blinked, only to find herself at home, in her own bed.
Her husband, Garreth, leaned over her. “Nightmares again?”
Slowly, she shook her head.
No.
Not nightmares, for those were wispy things that disappeared once awake.
This was different.
This time, she was going to have to return to the real place of pain and terror. And the horrid memories of her parents’ deaths.
Chapter One
Peter Dragos loved to dream. Whether a full night’s sleep, or a twenty-minute catnap, he’d relax, count down from ten, and find himself in luxurious, exotic places. A tropical isle, a castle floating in the sky.
But more important, always she was there.
Isabella.
Only this time, he was in a dark, cold place. A light guided him to a large room, a rough stone-cut fireplace dominating one wall. Flames sprung up, warming the chilly air.
He smiled, ready for Isa to appear.
A moan came from a huge bed on the far wall.
Pete hurried over, his concern flashing into a white-hot anger. His fists clenched, his teeth ground together. Blood pumped faster, thumping at his pulse points. His inner dragon growled, the sound escaping Pete’s chest.
“Isa?” he whispered.
She didn’t open her eyes, but a smile grew on her thin, parched lips. “I knew you’d come.”
“What happened?”
“I fear my power is fading, darling. Will you save me before…”
“How?” he asked, reaching for the cuffs chaining her to the bed. His fingertips brushed them and a spark lit, snapping to his hand with blinding pain.
“Don’t. I need you here.”
“Tell me what to do,” he said, staring at the chains. There had to be a way to get her free.
“I’m so hungry. Feed me. Feed me as you usually do.”
Pete glanced down at her thinness. It did not make a difference to him, she was still beautiful beyond any woman he’d met in real life. But… “I’ll hurt you.”
She laughed, the sound a ghostly remnant of the strength she’d always before possessed. “No. You could never do such a thing. Not my Pete.”
Slowly, Pete lowered himself to the side of the bed, his cock already hard, throbbing at the thought of loving Isa. “I’ll be careful.”
“Mmm. I know you will, lover mine.”
He traced her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip. She licked along his finger, drawing it into her warm, wet mouth to sweetly suck him.
Pete leaned closer, replacing his thumb to kiss her urgently, yet he kept his touch soft. Her scent, vanilla and lavender, inflamed his senses. His dragon roared, ready to take and conquer. Yet, it knew they had to t
ake things slow this time.
Kissing along Isa’s neck, he sucked at her fluttering pulse. He grasped her full breasts, rubbing them, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
“More my darling,” she whispered, her voice a little stronger.
He softly scraped his teeth against each pink bud, then traced his hands down along her stomach, hips, lowering himself to the sweetness between her thighs.
Pete flicked his tongue over her clit, spreading her lips with his fingers to lick all the way to her sheath.
Isa moaned, her body trembling. “Yes. That’s what I need.”
Pete ran his finger along her clit, down her pussy and to her ass. The tight, puckered skin tempted him, but now was not the time for his own pleasure. He unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free. Pumping himself a few times slickened his finger with his juices.
Moving back to her ass, he rubbed his thumb along her tightness, probing inside. Isa’s hips jerked and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He licked along her pussy, spearing her sheath with his tongue as he worked his thumb deeper into her ass.
“Hells, I want to touch you,” she murmured, then let out a soft cry of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Take me in.” He slid his thumb deeper, then eased out, working the natural lubrication.
Taking her clit between his teeth, he nibbled, then sucked hard. His thumb slid inside her ass more easily and he picked up speed with both hand and mouth.
Isa trembled against him, her gasps and short cries making his cock thicker, harder, throbbing with the need to conquer. He was ready to come, just from touching her, tasting her sweetness.
Pete plunged his tongue into her pussy in synch with his hand, working her body fast, yet not too hard.
Isa screamed, her body shuddering and clenching around him.
“Oh, lover mine,” she shouted as the orgasm wrenched through her.
Pete slowed his movements, watching the play of her face. A slow smile lifted the corners of her lips and she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.
He could sit forever, drowning in the silvery depths.
“Now complete me. I hunger.”
