Dragon's Law: Damon

by Alicia Sparks

  Cradling her in his arms, he carried her back to the chamber that had been prepared for him. The men, the fools, who had loved her, would not love again anytime soon, having been bloodied from their battle with him. Karina’s minions, no less. Men who were as enslaved by pleasures of the flesh as the woman who controlled them was.

  Kira still slept when he laid her on his bed. He took in a long, slow breath. Her life had been put in danger because he sought to end the battle with his brother and in doing so placed his trust in her family. He watched her sleep and vowed to protect her and his kingdom. Slowly, he reached out to her and gently shook her. They must return to his palace. But first, they must marry. Here, in front of the watchful eyes of King Rudolf and all of Karn. And Karina must pay for her continued betrayal.

  His brother would know what to do. Not Mace, but Kore, one of the twins, born to his father and yet another of his lovers. Kore, like it or not, was head of security under the standing regiment that still awaited a king. Though he was not fond of military leadership, he and his other brother, Trader, both knew they must keep order until the king was chosen. Neither of them wanted the responsibility.

  Now, he knew he must send word to Kore that he had returned home, and that he and Kira were to be married. A truce must be formed with Mace, also. Damon knew now that he had risked too much and would not lose Kira, no matter the cost.

  “I am so sorry.” He pulled her to him. Nothing would ever come between them again. He swore it.

  * * * * *

  It took two days for Kira to stir, thanks to the shock from drops of semen that had entered her body. For those two days, Damon remained at her side, watching and waiting while he and Rudolf, along with Kore, who had arrived the prior evening, worked on a plan to unite Tyr.

  Kore was filled with knowledge about Mace and even suggested that Mace may be ready for peace as well.

  “He has found a woman who loves him. He is a new man,” Kore declared.

  This was something Damon had to see to believe. As soon as Kira had recovered, he planned to marry her and then travel to Tyr in order to meet with Mace and his woman, Eleanora.

  Karina was under arrest, being guarded by Kore, who seemed more than eager to take the job.

  When Kira finally awoke, Damon’s relief was immense.

  * * * * *

  “Damon?” Kira tried to sit up, but her head still felt foggy from her ordeal. Everything had gone wrong. She couldn’t quite remember what had happened but she knew that she had come close to losing everything.

  “I’m here, love.”

  “Where are we?” For a second, she thought she was still in New Orleans, or in her own bed at home.

  “We are safe. Your father wishes to see you as soon as you are well.”

  “And Karina?”

  “You are safe from her. You are safe from everything. You and I will be married soon.”

  “Mmmm. That sounds good.”

  “Yes, it does.”

  “You are everything I want, Kira.”

  She looked up at him, unshed tears stinging her eyes.

  “Prove it to me.”

  “I shall prove it to you tonight. In front of all of Karn. If you will be my bride.”

  “I think I can manage that.”

  “Good. All is ready. Then it will just be you and I.”

  * * * * *

  Her wedding day. Kira never imagined it would come or that it would come under such awkward circumstances. Her sister had been arrested and sent to the gods only knew where. Damon’s brother, Mace, was apparently ready to call a truce and had even sent a wedding present. And her father seemed overjoyed to have his daughter back even if he knew she must marry Damon within a few days.

  She loved Damon, though, and knew that she needed him. Her heart would not beat without him by her side. They had gone through so much to be together, and now all those dreams she had while she was sleeping, before she had realized she was in a foreign land, they were all about to come true.

  Looking across the room at Damon, she smiled. This was all going to work out. She felt it somewhere deep down in her soul. They would be able to bring a new peace to their world.

  “Do you promise to always love and trust one another?” the priest asked when they joined hands.

  “Yes,” they both said.

  “And do you promise to lead your people to your best ability, joining your two lands in a promise of peace?”

  “Yes, we do,” Damon said.

  “Yes,” Kira echoed.

  “Then you two are bound to one another. In this life and the next.” He began tying the binding cord around their wrists, making them one, if only symbolically.

  Looking into Damon’s eyes, she saw everything she wanted.

  “I love you,” he whispered to her.

  “And I love you.”

  * * * * *

  “Love me, Damon,” she moaned, pulling him down onto the bed, her soft body a cushion for his hard one.

  He rose above her long enough to free himself of his clothing and then rejoined her, delighting in the way her smooth, soft flesh felt against him. His hands roamed her body as if they were memorizing every curve, every line. She would be his forever, this he vowed.

  “Are you wet for me, Kira?” Dipping his fingers into her sweet warmth, he knew the answer. “Do you feel how wet you are?” He ran his fingers along her bottom lip, depositing her nectar there for her to taste. “Taste yourself, love.”

  Her tongue darted out as she arched her back, forcing her sex to come into contact with his. He inhaled sharply, knowing that if he entered her now it would not last long. All day, he had thought of burying himself deep inside her and never seeing the light of day again. All he wanted was to love her, to be one with her.

  “Damon, I love you.”

  “I love you,” he whispered against her neck as he positioned his cock against her opening.

  Slowly, he slid into her, filling her completely, not stopping until he felt his cock press against her cervix. He stayed there, his eyes holding hers, his cock buried inside her, refusing to move. This was the sweetest torture, having her folds close around him, her muscles spasm against him, coaxing him to move while he fought against the primal urge. Every muscle in his body tensed with the need to thrust into her. He stilled his breathing, tried to calm the hammering of his heart. Still, the desire to take and take until she had no more to give was fierce.

  “Love me, Damon.”

  “I am loving you.”

  “No. I mean, move.” She arched her back, tilting her hips back, pushing him even further into her, her wetness coating him as he moved.

  “If I move, it will not last long. Already, I wish to pour my seed into you.” When his voice came out, it sounded like a low growl, evidence of his desire, of his lack of control when it came to her.

  She flashed him a wicked smile. “Don’t move then.”

  His breath caught in his throat when her fingers moved down to rub against her clit. They grazed the tender flesh above his penis before they caught her swollen bud. When she began to move her fingers in a circular motion, coaxing an orgasm, pleasuring herself, he remained perfectly still. Her insides quivered, opened and then closed around him. Gently at first. Then, as her movements became more frenzied, they tightened around him like a fist.

  He let out a growl as he tried to remain focused, tried not to move. Her fingers moved with increased intensity and her orgasms came one after the other. She moaned, let out a tiny cry, bit her lip. But the whole time, her eyes held his, forcing him to watch the delight as it overtook her face, her body. Unable to wait, unable to remain still, he lifted her hips, held her legs against his chest, and began to thrust into her with such force the entire bed shook.

  “Oh, Damon!” she cried beneath him as she flung her head wildly from side to side. Her fingers dug into the bed covering before sinking into his forearms. But he could think of nothing save the sweet feel of ecstasy as her body spasmed aroun
d him, squeezing him toward orgasm, promising delights unknown to man.

  When his hot seed finally shot into her body, he let out a growl. His heart hammered in his chest, threatened to make him go deaf from the intense sound. And Kira, sweet Kira, opened her arms for him as he sank down onto her, his breathing ragged.

  “I shall never let you go,” he vowed, taking her breasts into his hands and covering them with kisses. “Never.”

  Her hand sank into his hair, gently caressing it, stroking it as if he were a babe. This was exactly where he was meant to be and he would convince her of this or die trying.

  He groaned low and long. “Come here, woman. Let me show you how much it will help.” She gasped as he pulled her against him and then rolled her over. His fingers ran along the mark he had placed on her neck. “You still bear my mark.”

  “I figured I might.”

  “I want you to bear more than that. I want you to have my children. Will you do that for me, Kira?”

  His cock pressed into her opening, not quite going inside, lingering just on the edges. “Yes, Damon. I will do that for you.”

  “I love you.” His voice sent a shiver through her as it washed over her back.

  “I love you.”

  “Then come for me.”

  When he drove his cock into her, tremors ripped through her body. There was nothing she would rather do than come for the man who had taken her heart and showed her exactly how love could be.

  * * * * *

  His arms encircled her, making him feel so incredibly happy, yet so confused by the swirl of emotions that overtook him as his tongue plunged inside her and his breath mixed with hers. Her hands went into his hair, pulling him into her, as he reveled in her taste, hoping this joining would mark the beginning of their life together.

  He covered her, his big, strong body pushing her against the bed, the clothing that he had just donned opening underneath her quick fingers. His hands sought her soft chest, reveling in the warmth of her skin and the curves of her body. As his mouth moved down her body, pushing aside her clothing, revealing her nakedness, he pulled away from her hold. She plunged her hands into his hair, tangling around it as he dipped his head lower across her stomach.

  “Shall I show you what a dragon can do with his tongue?”

  She arched against him, encouraging him to move further, to run his tongue along her mound, to dip inside her, and he knew he would never be the same.

  “Not yet, love.”

  He parted her thighs and settled in over her, his mouth just a breath away. Spreading her open so that her clit stood out, hardened and waiting for his touch, he held her there and gently blew across her skin. A shudder raced through her, forcing her back to arch as she raised herself up for him.

  “Please…”

  “Please what? Do you want me to please you?”

  “Yes.”

  “No. Not yet. I want to show you something first.”

  “No. Please.” She tried to move but he held her firmly to the bed.

  “Lie still.”

  “I am going to show you how I can make you come without touching you.”

  This time when his breath blew across her, she squirmed beneath him, but he still didn’t lighten his hold on her. He breathed again and then again. With each breath, the heat increased while her clit visibly throbbed, begging for release, begging to be touched, teased, rubbed.

  “Come for me and then I’ll take you.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. And you will.”

  His breath rushed over her once more and this time he felt the orgasm build deep inside. When she came it was as if a rush of color danced in her eyes.

  “You taste like heaven,” he whispered.

  “Please, Damon.”

  He ignored her pleas, running his tongue along the outer edges of her folds, avoiding her clit, avoiding her opening. Her juices spilled out as he moved over her. When his tongue finally brushed against her clit she let out a cry and then the tremors took over her body. She thrashed against the bed, pulling at the covers, her body urging him to take her, to release her, to end the madness that was taking over them both.

  He finally lifted above her and pressed against her, warning her of his impending invasion. And she was more than ready, opening for him, spreading her thighs wide. His hair fell into her face, brushed against her breasts. She arched against him, encouraging him to slide into her, to give her what she wanted and to fulfill the promise his body made to her.

  “Do you want me?”

  “Yes. More than I want to breathe.”

  “Good.”

  With that one word, he entered her, filling her completely, stretching her further than she remembered being stretched before. His cock pressed against her cervix, remaining still.

  “I want you to look at me. Know that I will always love you.”

  He kissed her tears as he moved inside her. His cock slid in and out gently, loving her rather than taking her in a wildly savage way. This was new, too. The depth of feeling she invoked was enough to make his heart almost burst from the fullness. He took her hands in his, wove his fingers with hers and continued to move slowly inside her, taking his time, feeling out every single inch of her womanhood.

  His hair brushed against her face before he brought his mouth down to gently cover hers. When his lips met hers they teased at first, lightly kissing the outer edges of her mouth. Then his tongue darted out to lick first her top lip and then her bottom one. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close and rested her head against his chest. Slowly, he rolled them over so that she lay on top of him.

  “I want you to love me.” He smiled up at her.

  “I do love you.”

  She rose above him as he placed his arms behind his neck.

  “You have amazing breasts.” His eyes were focused on her chest as she began to move on him. “I like to watch them move as you move.”

  She began rocking slowly on him, setting her own pace.

  She dipped her fingers down across her wetness, which had pooled between her body and Damon’s and then used the wetness to moisten her clit so her finger would slide around it easier. The sensation immediately caused his climax to threaten. He wasn’t ready to come yet, wasn’t ready to descend from the heights, to return to the mortal realm, but he could no longer deny it.

  The orgasm ripped through her body and she clung to him as he pounded into her, nearing his release. A growl erupted from deep in his chest as his seed spilled into her.

  * * * * *

  As the moons rose over the land, Kira settled into her new husband’s arms and pulled him tightly into her embrace.

  They had formed a bond with their bodies, just as they had with their words. In three days they would go to his home, to the palace, and confront his brother. No, not confront. Plan the future. Mace and Damon would overcome their differences now that they had both found love. Kira smiled in the darkness as Damon rested in her arms. Somehow, she had traveled across the galaxy twice for this man. His blood beat inside her veins and his heart was somehow connected to hers. She should have known it the moment she set eyes on him.

  New Orleans seemed so far away. It was another lifetime ago. And her fear of living without a past was no longer an issue. Damon had given her a past, but he had done so much more for her. He had also given her a future.

  The End

  About the author

  Alicia’s interest in romance began as a child when she used to hide out reading her mom’s forbidden romance novels. She remembers very distinctly the first time she ever read Gone with the Wind and was instantly hooked on the concept of the Southern gentlemanly rake. She likes to think that there’s a little bit of Rhett in all of her heroes, whether they be sexy cowboys or dark and brooding rock stars.

  Always writing against a soundtrack, Alicia finds inspiration for her cowboys and contemporary heroes from country musicians such as Kenny Chesney. Her love for the gothadelic s
ounds of Type O Negative has inspired several vampire stories and stories about tragically beautiful musicians. Other inspirations include the music of Saliva, Van Halen, Santana, Blake Shelton, and Prince. (She’s a Gemini. That explains the wide variety of influences!)

  Alicia has completed several manuscripts ranging from comedic contemporaries to dark, sexy paranormals and fantastical futuristics.

  Her favorite ice cream is Godiva’s dark chocolate truffle. Eaten straight from the container, it is almost—almost—as good as reading erotica!

  Alicia Sparks welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, OH 44224.

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