Kings of the Fire Box Set

by Lily Cahill

  Damien could hardly breathe. He knew exactly what she was talking about, the exact feeling—because he, too, had felt it. He had experienced that weighted, important moment. As soon as he had seen her, something in him had known, instinctually, that she was the person he’d always been looking for without knowing he was looking for anyone.

  This couldn’t be casual. It would be smarter to keep it that way, or to stand up and leave now, while he still could. There was no way he could be with this girl without jeopardizing everything, but now he couldn’t imagine not being with this girl.

  A waiter appeared to the right of the table, clearing his throat. Damien growled at him, and the dragon in him was satisfied when the man—little more than a kid, probably a mortal with a part-time job—flinched back.

  “We’re not ready yet,” Damien said. His voice sounded deeper than usual in his own ears.

  “Certainly, sir,” the kid stuttered back, practically running from the room.

  When Damien swung back to look at Felicity, her eyes were big and dark, pupils blown out with arousal. Heat stirred inside of Damien, and he leaned into the table, just to be closer to her, to her intoxicating, intriguing, beautiful face.

  “Felicity,” he murmured, her name rolling off his tongue. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

  Felicity shook her head. The arousal he felt building inside of him was reflected back to him on her face.

  “Would you like to come back to my place?” he asked. He couldn’t remember ever being so forward with a woman before. He had always enjoyed flirting, wining and dining—but with Felicity he felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. In their few short meetings, she had managed to consume him.

  She bit her lip, but after a moment, Felicity nodded. “I—I really, really do. I don’t, usually, but Damien, this is—”

  “I know,” he cut in. He stood abruptly and held out his hand to her. Warmth spread up his arm, setting his body aflame as she placed her small, soft hand in his. He pulled her out of her seat, and her body collided with his. He could feel her against him, sheathed in that tight, gorgeous dress, and barely restrained the urge to groan.

  “It might be a while before I can get us another reservation here,” he said, his voice a low rasp against her ear. He could feel her shuddering against her, just as drawn to him as he was to her. “I don’t think Monsieur Michonne will take too kindly to us skipping out on this favor.”

  “Fuck it,” Felicity replied. She pulled back, putting just a bit of space between them. It felt like those scant inches were crackling with electricity. With a considering hum, she leaned over to the table and picked up the open bottle of champagne, shoving the cork into the top. She sent Damien a wicked grin. It went straight to his cock.

  “All right,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  Damien’s apartment was three blocks away, but it was the longest three blocks of his life. Felicity was in tall heels, which did incredible things for her legs, but were not practical for walking any sort of distance. Especially when the pair of them were both so distracted.

  Damien kept Felicity close to his side as they walked down the street, relishing in the warmth of her body close to his. He nearly groaned with relief when his apartment building came into view. If it had taken one more minute, he might have been tempted to shift into his dragon form and fly her back to his place.

  Not that he would have actually done that. Just because it had been twenty years since someone had threatened him or his brothers didn’t mean that the threat was any less real. When the Valdez family had held their coup, the four of them had barely escaped with their lives. There wasn’t a day that passed where he didn’t feel the threat of the prophecy still hanging over their heads, or think about his last promise to his mother, when he’d sworn he would keep his younger brothers safe and alive, no matter what.

  He shook his head and Felicity pressed in even closer to his side. He could feel the swell of her breasts pressed against his chest, and the feeling was perfect for distracting him from his darker thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to worry about the evil Valdez family or the pain they had given him over the past twenty years. Now it was time to relish Felicity Morningstar.

  “This is my building,” he said, tugging her toward the front door. Felicity’s heels clacked against the sidewalk as she took larger strides.

  The doorman nodded at Damien as he walked inside, and the pair of them made their way to the back of the lobby, toward the elevator. Damien hit the button with so much force the plastic cracked. He heard Felicity suck in a breath and glanced at her quickly. Her eyes were two dark pools of arousal; she hadn’t been scared of his strength, she had liked it.

  He nearly growled again, but the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. The doors swung open, and Damien dragged Felicity inside, crowding her up against the wall. He couldn’t possibly wait another minute to touch her. One of his legs settled between hers, forcing the hem of her skirt to rise up her shapely leg.

  Felicity reached for his collar and dragged him to her, crushing their mouths together.

  Damien had never felt anything so perfect. Felicity opened her mouth to him right away, her tongue touching his own as she curled her arms around his neck. He surged against her, his hardening cock pressed against the softness of her belly. His hands moved up her sides, exploring the curves and valleys, brushing against the sides of her breasts and lingering there. Felicity keened into his mouth.

  The elevator dinged again. They had reached the top floor.

  With a shuddering breath, Damien pulled back. He wanted to stay tight against her perfect body, but he also wanted more than that. He wanted to peel her out of that dress and lick every inch of her skin until she was begging for him inside of her.

  As soon as Damien gave her some room, Felicity slipped out from between his body and the wall, taking his hand and heading into the hallway. There was only one door on this floor—the benefits of a penthouse suite—and Damien fished inside his pocket for the key. His head was so dizzy with Felicity—her smell, and the taste of her lips, and what she looked like in that sinful dress—that he couldn’t find it.

  That wasn’t acceptable. He wasn’t about to call the super. With a snarl, Damien leaned his bulk against the door and pushed it open. The lock snapped, giving way easily.

  He turned back to find Felicity staring. She didn’t look scared, however. She looked … intrigued.

  “What are you?” she asked, her voice low and husky. It made his cock twitch in his pants. “A shifter?”

  “Yes,” he said, praying she wouldn’t ask which kind. He didn’t want to lie to her, never to her, but he couldn’t betray his brothers. Not yet. He needed to talk to them first and make sure they understood.

  She smiled, slow like molasses. “Explains the strength,” she said, as she floated by him, through the broken open door, and into his space.

  Damien followed her inside, pushing the door closed. It popped back open. He dragged a chair in front of it so that it would stay closed. No one got to see this, he decided. No one got to see his Felicity like this but him.

  His Felicity. The dragon inside of him grumbled pleasurably at that.

  When he turned away from the door, Felicity was standing in the middle of his cavernous sitting room. He wondered, briefly, if he ought to be embarrassed by its stark appearance. It certainly wasn’t very homey, by most people’s definitions. But she wasn’t looking at the room. Her eyes were locked on him, her gaze intent. He felt sucked into her, like she had a gravitational pull he was unable to ignore.

  Without breaking eye contact, she reached down and undid the clasp on one of her strappy heels. It fell to the floor, and she repeated the process with the next shoe. She was standing across the room from him, barefoot, vulnerable, and suddenly every inch of space between them was an inch too much. He crossed to her in just a few strides, his arms circling her waist and drawing her against him once again.

  Felicity gasped into his m
outh as he pushed his tongue past her lips, and his hands skimmed over the curves of her body to grasp at her ass. It was perfect, a round handful. He groaned and used the leverage to press her hips against him. Without prompting, she raised a leg, her knee near his hip, and let him take her weight.

  He dress immediately bunched, riding up to just below her panties, and Damien slid his hands to the hem, bringing it up past her hips. He could feel her heat against him where she was pressed against his thigh, and he wanted more, wanted to touch her silky folds with his fingers, bring her pleasure again and again.

  Slowly, he pushed her panties out of the way, letting his fingers dip beneath them. He could already feel that she was dripping wet. His fingers dipped into her slit, and Felicity ripped her mouth away from his own, letting out a breathy groan with her head thrown back.

  “Oh God, Damien,” she gasped. “Please, please—”

  “What do you want, Felicity?” He stroked her nub, and she bucked against him. He circled it again, letting his thumb caress her there, loving the way she gave herself over to pleasure so readily.

  Felicity managed nothing more than a heady moan, and he nipped at her throat with his teeth. “That’s not an answer, love.”

  Damien could feel Felicity’s thighs trembling with exertion—both from staying upright and the sudden force of her desire. The bedroom, however, seemed miles away. He couldn’t possibly let her go for that long. He couldn’t bear to be separated from her, not now that he was aware of the sweetness of her sex.

  “What if I guess?” he asked, rasping the words against her throat. His hand left her pussy, and Felicity writhed, letting out a pathetic noise.

  “That’s a terrible guess,” she said, her complaint turning into a laugh as he reached back to her ass and hoisted her up. Her legs locked around his waist automatically, and Damien took a few quick steps until her back was against the wall. Her hands flung out to either side of her, her chest heaving.

  “I take it back,” she babbled, “that was a great guess. An excellent—”

  Damien pushed his hard cock against her soaking panties. Even through the layers of clothing, he could feel her, and from the way she moaned, he thought she could feel him, as well.

  His hands went up to the zipper of her dress, on her left side just under her arm. Part of him wanted to rip off her panties and take her, just like this, but the rapid rising and falling of her chest had reminded Damien that he had not paid any attention to her breasts, and now all he could think was that that was a grievous oversight.

  He dragged down the zipper as quickly as possible, revealing a few inches of skin. Felicity seemed to catch on and started to bring her arm back through the tiny cap sleeve, freeing her left side, then her right. She shimmied the clingy material up her torso, and Damien held her away from the wall for a moment so that she could toss it away.

  She was nearly naked, then, and deliciously perfect. Her body was like a ripe peach, round and gorgeous. He wanted to pluck her. He pinned her to the wall using the weight of his body and brought his hands to her breasts. She keened as he touched her, then she grew louder as he lowered his mouth to her bra and licked at her nipple through the lacy black fabric. Her hands scrabbled at the buttons of his shirt, tugging fruitlessly.

  Damien growled and leaned back to rip open his own shirt, buttons ricocheting around the room. Felicity’s hands roamed up and down his torso, lingering on his muscles, tightening against his skin as he lowered his mouth to her neglected breast, palming the other.

  Propping her up with the strength of his thigh and torso, his hand dipped around her back and fiddled with the clasp on her bra, freeing her. The fabric dropped to the floor, and Felicity was before him, in all her glory. Her breasts were large and well-formed, and he took them both in hand, thumbing at her nipples as she rode the hard line of his cock through his pants, her breath coming fast and harsh.

  “Damien, please ….” She barely managed the words. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

  Damien felt his dragon just beneath his skin, begging to be released. He felt like he was a furnace, giving off heat. Her hands dipped down to his belt, and his joined her there, still pressing her against the wall with his hips. While she took care of unbuckling, he retrieved a condom from his pocket. Maybe he’d been a little too self-assured before he’d left, but he’d figured it was better to be over-prepared than under, and he was glad, now, for his foresight. Between the two of them, they managed to drop his trousers to the floor. Felicity dragged her hand up his length over the material of his boxers and then thrust her hand inside, pulling his cock out.

  Damien ripped open the condom packet with his teeth. She plucked it out from his mouth and rolled the condom on, taking the time to give him a few firm strokes up and down the length of his shaft.

  Damien couldn’t wait another moment, couldn’t imagine releasing her from where she was pushed up against him. He dipped his fingers into the side of her panties and tore them away, flinging the fabric across the room, and then sheathed himself inside of her.

  Felicity let out a cry, arching her back and thrusting her breasts toward his face. Damien licked at her nipple as he pulled out slowly and then thrust back into her. Her hands landed on his shoulders, squeezing tightly as he built a steady rhythm.

  She was so hot around him. It was like she had been made to fit him. The slide in and out of her channel was as smooth as silk, and he could feel her muscles tightening around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper.

  “More,” she moaned.

  Damien moved his lips to her throat, kissing and sucking at the soft skin there while his hand skimmed down and brushed over her clit. She seized up in his arms as if she’d been hit by electricity, and her shout echoed off the cavernous walls. He quickened his thrusts, making them hard and fast and matching them with the pace of his thumb over her clit.

  Felicity’s pants turned short and static, and she frantically clung closer to him. Her breasts were bouncing as she worked her lower back as best she could, pushing back against him as much as he was pushing up into her.

  “Damien,” she said, her voice a stutter. “I’m—I’m going to ….”

  “Come for me, love,” he growled.

  He felt her go vice-tight around him, and then the clench turned to a flutter and her cries went high and breathy. It was the most beautiful sound, the most beautiful feeling.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured into her skin, raising his head to kiss her lips. Her eyes were still screwed up in ecstasy, and he gentled his thrusts just a bit. He kept his touch on her clit light but persistent, and after a moment, she was wiggling in his arms again, silently begging for more.

  He aimed his next few thrusts as deep as he could go, turning his touch strong and heavy, and she broke over the edge of pleasure again. She was loose and limp in his arms, strung out on sated desire, and only then, seeing what he had brought her, did the pleasure curl at the base of Damien’s spine. His balls went tight and then suddenly he was losing himself inside of her.

  Chapter Five

  Felicity

  FELICITY WAS HALF-ASLEEP WHEN Damien slipped out of her. She didn’t even have a moment to think about what she’d just done—she’d never slept with a guy on the first date, and she’d certainly never interrupted a first date to go have sex instead! But she had told Damien the truth: She felt connected to him in a way she had never felt connected to another person. She felt like she was his, but she also felt like he was hers.

  Damien’s lips were gentle against her own as he set her down on her feet, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She’d never had a man treat her like this before, like she was so—sexy, desirable, perfect. She didn’t even feel self-conscious standing in front of him, completely naked. He looked at her like he wanted to devour her, which worked for her because she very much wanted to be devoured.

  “Stay the night,” he murmured, kissing her cheek lightly. He tucked an errant strand of
hair behind her ear, and there was something so tender and intimate about the gesture that made Felicity feel safe, secure.

  She nodded. “Okay.”

  Damien stepped out of his pants, which had been bunched on the floor, and walked through his living room, naked and proud. She followed behind him, through the room, past the kitchen, and into a small hallway. He opened one door and she saw the most beautiful master suite she’d ever seen: a big, four poster bed with heavy velvet curtains; cherry wood furniture, perfectly polished. Even the carpet was so plush and soft she felt as if she sank into it as she walked.

  His bed was perfectly made, the comforter a deep crimson color. He turned down the sheets and paused, motioning her toward the bed with his head. She blushed the same hue as his sheets but slipped between them, luxuriating. She wondered what the thread count was—she’d never felt anything so soft against her own skin.

  She’d expected Damien to settle into bed beside her, but instead he leaned over and kissed her softly. “After that kind of exertion, I am starving,” he admitted, the words blurring against her mouth. His confession startled a laugh out of Felicity.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  Felicity could almost hear her mother’s voice in her head—maybe you should skip this meal, Felicity, goodness knows you could stand to miss one or two. I hooked the head of the Valdez family because I didn’t eat carbs for seven years—but she ignored it. Damien wasn’t looking at her like she was anything other than the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He made her feel like the most beautiful girl.

  “I am,” she said, smiling when she saw him light up at her response. “That’s what we get for skipping dinner and going straight for dessert.”