Isobel: (Dark Warrior Alliance Book Six)

by Brenda Trim

  Her core clenched with every inch he revealed. It still boggled her mind that he belonged to her. Tossing fabric aside, his eyes glowed brightly, indicating he was on the edge of his control. She loved that he only lost his rigidly-held control with her. His pants pooled at his feet next and she sighed at the spectacular sight of him standing there commando. He was thick, long and extremely hard and her mouth watered at the same time moisture seeped from her core.

  He went to the mound of pillows, fluffing them so she’d be comfortable. She glanced to the nightstand and saw a bottle of champagne chilling on ice along with crystal glasses and a bowl of strawberries.

  “Oooo, the good stuff, but I can’t drink alcohol right now,” she reminded him as she reached for the bowl of large berries.

  He beat her to it and grabbed the bowl, sitting it beside her on the bed. “Ah, but you can have this. It’s non-alcoholic,” he said, pouring each of them a glass of bubbly.

  “We havena had time to properly celebrate our beautiful nighean.” He handed a flute to her and raised his own, “To Isobel. May she be the first of many bairns to enrich our lives. And, to you, a ghra, my reason for living,” he confessed, clinking his crystal to hers.

  Tears sprang to her eyes and one rolled down her cheek. This vampire had come into her life and made it happy again. He made her feel more alive than she ever imagined she could. He cherished and adored her, accepting all of her, the good, the bad and the ugly. He loved her in such a way that she felt free and that was rare.

  “I love you, Zander, and I love our baby girl. My family means everything to me and I will spend the rest of my life showing you exactly how much.” She took a sip of the cold bubbly, enjoying the tickle sliding down her throat.

  Zander picked up a berry and took a bite then placed it to her lips. Dark hair fell over his seductive blue eyes and she hungered for more than the strawberry. Taking a bite, she moaned. His eyes flared and she felt the heat smoldering beneath his skin. The berry was good, but her hormones went to overdrive for the vampire staring at her.

  “You’re teasing me,” he husked, watching her slowly chew the fruit. “I think I need a taste,” he murmured, bending down to lick the edge of her lip. Leaning into him, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, making them both go up in flames.

  “Goddess, you’re making this hard. I want to fuck you so much it hurts. Do you know what you do to me?” he groaned, hand going to the tie at the side of her panties, tugging on the silky string then untying the other side. Pulling the fabric from underneath her bottom, he carelessly tossed them to the floor.

  “No, but I know what you do to me. Touch me, Zander. Feel what you do to me,” she begged, her core aching for attention.

  “Och, I plan on doing better than that,” he declared, taking the glass from her hand and setting them both on the nightstand before coming back to her side.

  Kissing her neck, he trailed a path of blazing heat along her collarbone. Captivating her with his glowing sapphire eyes, he played one large finger across her chest then dipped to outline one breast then the other. Nipples hardened under his ministrations and more moisture pooled between her legs.

  “Now who’s doing the teasing? Must I beg? I’m willing to do that. I ache for you, Zander,” she let out in a ragged breath. His finger circled around her nipple, getting closer but not touching the tip, driving her lust through the roof.

  His smile was sinful and delicious. “Yes, beg. No, I take that back. Tell me what you want me to do. And, a ghra, I want details,” he demanded, his finger trailing down her stomach and dipping in her navel. She shuddered, wanting more.

  Hesitating for a brief moment, she drew out the suspense, understanding that he wanted her just as much, no matter how cool he was pretending to be. A smile spread across her lips, accepting his challenge.

  “I want your finger to go between my legs,” she whispered. He complied, sliding between her slick folds. It felt so good she couldn’t resist moving her hips.

  “Now what?” he asked, watching her reaction to his touch.

  “Put your finger inside of me, now,” she panted.

  As his thick digit slowly entered her opening, she thrust upward, seeking deeper penetration. Her hands went above her head and clenched the pillow behind her. His control was unparalleled. It had to be as the most powerful vampire alive, but she wanted him to lose it, needed him wild with need like she was.

  “Say it, a ghra,” he growled, “tell me what your body craves.”

  “Put your mouth there. Taste me,” she coaxed, spreading her legs in invitation. He crawled down and positioned his body at her center, his mouth inches from her sex.

  “You smell so good, I canna wait to feast on you,” he groaned. “Look at me, a ghra, watch me do this,” he commanded.

  Eyes trained on his gorgeous face and mouth, they rolled back when his tongue slid out and licked along her clit, eliciting a growl from her. Writhing against his mouth, she thrashed her head from side to side, feeling her climax build as he swirled his tongue along her bundle of nerves. His finger slid in and out of her core and she felt his fangs scrape against her engorged nub and all rational thought evaporated.

  “Bite me, Zander! Please, bite me,” she shouted. Complying before the last word left her mouth, her orgasm barreled through her body as soon as she felt the sting. “Yes, yes, don’t stop,” she cried out as his tongue continued its attack. “I need you inside me. Fuck me, now. Fuck me, Zander!” she screamed, lost to the sensation of pleasure.

  *****

  Zander crawled up his mate’s body, her lust-filled eyes fixated on his straining cock. Her seductive smile had his shaft filling with more blood and ready to explode from her stare alone. He positioned his knees on either side of her firm ass, inhaling her natural honeysuckle scent that was emphasized by the vines around the bed. The aroma filled his nose, taking his lust to a new level along with his control. Bringing her legs over his thighs, he bent them at the knee and spread her wide.

  “Say it again,” he ordered, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance, but didn’t push inside.

  “Fuck me, Zander, please,” she begged, lifting off the mattress to guide him to her.

  In one long thrust, he went deep, making her gasp. He pulled out until the bare tip remained sheathed by her silken warmth, then slammed back in. Again, he repeated the movement, lifting her legs and going even deeper. Her body adjusted quickly and she started working in rhythm with his strokes.

  Sweat covered their bodies as his breathing became ragged. He pounded her body and she responded by bucking against his torso. Her hot palm reached between their bodies to grab his balls, rubbing them against her wet flesh.

  “Goddess, you know exactly what to do. That feels so good, doona stop,” he groaned, working his pelvis in a circular motion, trying to hit the spot that made her lose her mind.

  Her hand went to his shaft, gripping tightly as he slid in and out of her. His fangs ached for her blood as his seed built in his cock. Looking down at his beautiful mate, his breath caught at the sight of her writhing beneath him with fangs glistening in the candlelight.

  “I’m close again. I need your blood, Zander. Take me, I’m yours,” she offered, tempting him further by exposing the vein at her neck.

  Bending down, he scraped his fangs along her flesh in a way that drove her to the edge.

  “And I am yours. Take all that I have,” he offered before sinking his fangs into the base at her neck. Hot seed immediately jetted from his cock, spilling inside her womb. Her warm blood exploded like a bomb as it raced through his system.

  She bit into his shoulder and another orgasm blasted from his cock. There was no greater sensation than the sexual connection he had to his mate. Her moans of pleasure were all he needed as his climax raged on. Every muscle in his body tensed as her core clamped down, holding him inside her as she rode the waves of ecstasy crashing between them. In these moments, he was more tethered to her than he was to himself.
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  As their climaxes waned, their heartbeats subsided to a pulse that echoed the other. Rolling over, he wrapped her in his arms while he remained buried deep inside her body. He wasn’t ready to separate them in any way. He needed the physical connection, as well as, the emotional one after the crap they’d been through lately.

  Unable to resist his supple mate, he kissed her forehead, eyebrows, and cheek before finally claiming her lips. They were warm, wet and sweet. He nibbled on her lower lip and she moaned, parting her lips so he could explore further.

  Tongues tangled, he grabbed Elsie’s ass, pulling her closer, meshing their bodies together. His cock jerked, ready to go again and she pulled away giggling, “Mmmm, I agree with Big Z. Round two?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

  He laughed out loud. “Aye, and three, four and five before the night is over. But first this,” he said, reaching over to the nightstand drawer and pulling out a small box. Handing it to her, he held his breath, excited to see her reaction to what was inside.

  She smiled widely before ripping the silver paper from the package. Elsie loved getting gifts. She had resisted at first, but came to accept this was part of how he loved her. The way she lit up with excitement and joy bubbled over was as intoxicating as any drug. He gave her gifts some days just to feel that effervescent happiness. It was completely unguarded, real and raw and she only ever shared that with him.

  Lifting the lid to the box, her squeal of delight echoed around the room and through his heart. “Zander, this is so beautiful! I’ve always wanted one of these,” she blurted, holding the bracelet closer, inspecting each charm that dangled from it.

  “I can’t believe it, these are exact replicas. Here’s one of the phone you bought me with the Celtic cross on the back. And, oh my, a key that looks like the one to my Jag,” she crowed, clearly stunned by the gift.

  “No! You didn’t,” she spouted, looking at the ring on her finger and the matching charm on her bracelet, “this is identical to your mother’s ring that you gave me at our mating ceremony. How did you do this?” she asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

  “I have connections, my love. Had to put a rush on the order, but my jeweler didna want to disappoint his Queen,” he admitted, enjoying her enthusiasm over the gift.

  She turned it in her palm, shaking her head. “Oh, Zander, this is my favorite,” she whispered, opening the square locket that had the letter “I” encrusted with diamonds on the front. She opened it and met his gaze with tear-filled eyes. He had put a tiny picture of Isobel on one side and one of Zander and Elsie on the other.

  “I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much. I will cherish this forever. I love you,” she confessed, throwing her arms around his neck and smothering him with kisses.

  He chuckled at her giddiness, allowing her to attack his body. Her naked form taunted him as she straddled him, holding the bracelet as she examined some of the other charms. There was an infinity symbol, a replica of the Triskele Amulet and a small bell that chimed with movement. She looked slightly puzzled as she played with the bell, tinkling with each push of her finger.

  “I understand the meaning behind all of these, with the exception of this one. Am I missing something?’’ she asked, cocking her head to the side.

  “Oh, but that charm is my favorite one of all. You see,” he stated, taking the platinum bracelet and securing it around her wrist, “I’m going to enjoy listening to the sound of that bell every time I make love to you. The harder I pound into your sweet ass, the louder that bell will ring. It is going to be the sweetest sound next to that of you screaming my name,” he added, lifting his hips to press his erection against her firm ass.

  “Oh, you’re a verra bad vampire,” she teased, wiggling on top of his cock as she twisted her wrist as tinkling filled the air along with her laughter.

  “A ghra, get ready, you’re aboot to find out how bad I am,” he growled, thrusting inside her body for round two.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Elsie chopped some cabbage and threw it in the bowl along with the shredded carrots. Asian crunch salad was her newest addiction and she loved that it was simple to make in large batches for their household. Cailyn was holding Isobel, making funny faces and cooing to her.

  Her sister was a natural with babies, always had been. She was the one who earned extra money by babysitting the neighborhood kids, whereas, Elsie had always preferred mowing grass, washing cars or doing something outdoors. She always thought that Cailyn would be the first one to have a baby, but now that she had a daughter of her own, she couldn’t imagine life any other way.

  “So, how has it been spending time with Rami again,” Cailyn asked, putting Isobel in her playpen and sitting on a stool at the nearby counter.

  And that was the million-dollar question. Ramiel had been living there for about a week now and things had been tense ever since Zander had all but declared he was taking Elsie to their bedroom to have sex. Rami had barely spoken to her since that night, and, when he did, there was no eye contact. She wanted to reach out to him, but didn’t know what to say.

  “Well, it has been wonderful and awful, uncomfortable yet familiar, and very, very awkward,” she huffed, chopping some green onion to add to the mix.

  “Ouch, that bad, huh? It’s so weird seeing him again, especially with wings. I don’t know if I should hug him or get on my knees and start praying,” Cailyn admitted, pouring a glass of white wine. “Has he made any leeway with his link to Isobel?”

  “I know what you mean, it is strange that he’s an angel. Although, he always had such a kind heart,” she professed. Unfortunately, from what he’d told her, he was an angel seeking revenge, not salvation, so she wasn’t so sure how kind his heart was anymore. Those skirm had taken more than his life that night, but he was gentle and caring with Isobel and that’s what mattered most to her.

  “He said he definitely feels a connection to her, but he can’t find a way to communicate with her. It’s important that he do that so she has the ability to summon him when needed. I asked Zander about dreamwalking with her, but he said it’s pointless until she starts talking. I was hoping you might be able to help in that department,” Elsie suggested.

  “Me? How so?” her sister asked, sipping her wine and watching Isobel swat at the squeaky toys hanging above her head in the playpen.

  “Well, you were able to sense her emotions when I was pregnant so I thought maybe you could dip into her mind and see if you can communicate with her,” Elsie admitted, adding the chopped chicken to the bowl. She walked to the pantry and grabbed the ingredients to make the dressing and came back to the granite-topped island in the large kitchen.

  Just then, Ramiel walked in. When he saw Elsie talking with Cailyn, he turned to leave. “Rami, please don’t go. Stay and have lunch. I was just telling Cailyn that I’d like her to try and communicate with Isobel. Maybe she can help her understand what you need her to do,” Elsie revealed, tossing sugar, red wine vinegar, soy sauce, canola oil and salt and pepper into her dressing mixer.

  Ramiel walked over and stood by her side, looking at the contents in the bowl. “That looks delicious. You always made the best salads. I’d love some lunch, thank you,” he replied, leaning against the counter, close enough that their bodies were touching. It didn’t make her nervous, but it was definitely too close for comfort.

  “Would you like a glass of wine,” Cailyn offered, rubbing her neck nervously. She was clearly not sure how to act around Ramiel.

  It was further evidence of what had been taken from Ramiel with his death. Dalton and Cailyn had always had such a close relationship and got along famously. It was sad to see such strain between them now.

  “Sure, I’ll get it, just show me where the glasses are. Elsie, can I get you anything?” he asked, making his way to the cabinet where Cailyn was pointing.

  “If you don’t mind, grab the square container with the red lid from the fridge. It has the crunch topping for the salad,” she instructed, whisk
ing the dressing to the perfect consistency. Rami grabbed the container and came back to stand at her side, watching her every move.

  “Cailyn, if you think you can get into Isobel’s mind and direct her a little that might be the ticket. She’s very responsive to me, but I’m just not making that final connection. Once that’s established the rest is quite simple,” he said, sticking his fingers in the bowl, grabbing a handful of the nut and dried noodle topping. Elsie smacked his hand and he jumped, laughing at her reprimand.

  “You know what, she’s very alert right now. Why don’t I take her to the pool area and see what I can do. She loves being near the water and I think I’ll do better if it’s just the two of us,” Cailyn admitted, walking over and picking up Isobel.

  Elsie sensed a small amount of tension ease between the two, but her sister was nowhere near being comfortable with Ramiel, which was no doubt the reason she wanted to leave.