Delicous Darkness Page 3

  "Dorian, I need you.” Her voice trembled. Another orgasm built in her core. Close to shattering into a millions sparkling pieces, she whispered, “Don't stop fucking me."

  "Every hour if you will let me,” he promised.

  Audra's hips bucked, and her arms trembled as every cell strained for the impending release. Joining with him now, she not only felt her own orgasm but his as well. Her mind screamed, and he chuckled. She sucked in sharply when her limbs began to vibrate. “I'll die."

  "I won't let you.” Then he exploded. Hot cum shot from his cock as he continued to pound into her quivering channel.

  Audra felt both orgasms simultaneously. Her body shook violently. Cream oozed from her pussy. The walls of her sex pulsed around Dorian's cock. He plunged into her fully until his balls nestled against her rear, and then he stilled.

  She closed her eyes as a tear slipped down her cheek. It was too late. She was bound to him.

  Chapter Three

  "Let me walk you home.” Dorian pulled on his jeans. “I wish you would trust me. You have nothing to fear if we are together. However, if those who seek to destroy me find you unprotected—"

  "You don't need to worry,” she interrupted. “You've made your need for my survival perfectly clear.” She stood nose to chest with him. “Just because my body responds to you...” And it did. Standing next to him caused her flesh to tingle. Her nipples tightened with the image of him fastening his mouth to breast. “...don't think for a minute that my mind has deserted me."

  No, it was there in full glorious color. Fighting the temptation to act on the visions he created, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and tried to appear indifferent to him. So they were bound together. Needing his body didn't equate to needing his protection.

  * * * *

  "I know what's in your mind.” He should. He was there, in her mind. It was futile to deny that they already had a stronger bond than previously experienced with his two prior relationships. Whatever special abilities Audra had bound Dorian as tightly to her as she was to him.

  Protecting her was not about self-preservation. Rather, he could not bear to see her harmed. If he could not convince her to let him stay, he would use the shadows of the night to conceal himself from her. During the day, he could create his own darkness as a shield. However, it would take an enormous amount of concentration to keep her from sensing his presence.

  "I'd like to stay with you tonight.” He had no doubt the bounty hunters had already discovered his whereabouts. It would not take long for them to realize Audra was his source of strength. Then they would come for her. Spending the night and mating with her would ensure his ability to fight in the morning.

  He had won and lost a battle two nights ago. His chest tightened with the loss of Kiera and before her Renee. He'd survived, but another woman of white light died. After luring her away, the bounty hunters had destroyed her mind with their magic, and he hadn't found her in time. Still, he offered no excuses. Another ray of light snuffed out because of him.

  This time, he would sacrifice himself before he let Audra meet the same fate as Kiera and Renee.

  Dorian watched her move around the shop securing her business for the night. She placed stones of protection along the windowsills. After she turned the key of the till, she placed green stones on the money drawer.

  "I should tell you to go home.” She turned and looked at him over her shoulder. “Where is home for you?"

  Home didn't exist. Since shifting into her realm five years ago, he hadn't had one. He could not stay in any one place for very long without risking detection. Such was life as a defector. So he moved around, returning first to Renee and then for the past year to Kiera—and only to mate. This was his mistake. He couldn't protect Audra if he wasn't with her. Therefore, his home would be with her. All he had to do now was convince her. It would be so much easier if she weren't so stubborn. He would find a way to settle down and love her for eternity. “Home is where you are."

  As the general in his overlord's army, he had wielded the might and magic of his ruler's fists. His life's existence was one of servitude until his desertion. Afterward, shock waves rolled through the ranks. Others followed. The overlord would mount his head on a pike to demonstrate what punishment comes from betrayal if he ever caught him.

  Dorian couldn't let that happen. He saw only one future with Audra, a safe, long life. For the first time, he had experienced the bonding as strongly as the woman of white light. Unfamiliar pressure weighed on his chest. No longer one-sided, he now understood the power of the connection.

  "Dorian, are you listening to me?” Audra stood by the door with her arms akimbo. “I'm locking up. Will I see you tomorrow?"

  At least she entertained the idea of accepting him. Offering to see him tomorrow was a small step in the right direction, but he needed much more. He shook his head and crossed the room to stand before her.

  "I wish to spend tonight with you.” He drew his finger down her cheek. “Would you deny yourself?” His thumb caressed her trembling bottom lip. When her tongue darted out and flicked against his thumbnail, he had his answer.

  Their eyes met. “Why is it I don't want to say no to you when I've said no to everyone else?” She leaned her cheek into the palm of his large hand. Startling was the contrast between her pale hair and his dark skin.

  "You say yes to me, but not to my protection."

  * * * *

  Audra sighed. Exasperating as he was delectable. Anchored for life or should she run for her very survival? She wanted him, for tonight. And with a heavy heart, she acknowledged forever.

  She understood his fear for her safety. She'd been afraid of the dark since she was a child because even then she understood something different about herself.

  "Come on,” she said and took his hand. Immediately, she began to share his thoughts. “I wish you would stop."

  He chuckled, and her mind cleared.

  "Thank you,” she said. “If we're going to get along at all, then you need to quit thinking me what to do. I'm not going to do as I'm told.” She turned and locked the door. “I never have."

  Dorian's breathing changed as soon as they stepped onto the walkway. His eyes searched the darkness, peering from one end of the street to the other. He put his nose to the air, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “How far is it to your home?” His ice-blue eyes darkened until they were nearly as black as his pupils. “How far?” he repeated in a strained voice.

  "Close.” She started past the front window of her store, and Dorian stepped in behind her. “I feel them, too. I knew you were coming to me. I could hear your heartbeat, feel your breath on the back of my neck.” She looked over her shoulder at him. “It wasn't unpleasant.” She couldn't contain the smile tugging on her lips. And then her smile faltered. “This is very different. Who are they?"

  "Bounty hunters. And we need to get out of here—now.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “I won't let them hurt you."

  Audra closed her eyes. With the touch of his hands and the conviction behind his words, she empathized with the burden of guilt he carried. He took responsibility for the deaths of his previous mates. She also understood that it wasn't his fault.

  "I know.” She took his hand and led him around the side of the building. A flight of wooden steps led to her apartment above the shop. “This is my home."

  The sound of his heavy, booted footfalls followed her up the stairs. After unlocking the door, she held it open and waited for him to step inside. She closed the door then leaned against it. “Should I be afraid?"

  Normally when she entered her house, she circled the room turning on lights. Dorian's presence changed that. She wanted him to be comfortable. A growing part of her wanted this to be his home. Now that she'd tasted his delicious darkness, she wanted more.

  Who would have thought her sexual appetite would be so gluttonous? Before tonight, she was a virgin, but with the images planted in her mind, all she could think about was gettin
g Dorian to ease the insistent ache between her legs. Maybe the heightened awareness that something dark and dangerous lurked in the shadows created this hunger. Whatever the reason, she was insatiable.

  Dorian prowled the perimeter of the room, pulling back the sheer curtains of the large picture windows and squinting into the night. The front portion of the loft was a living room containing a couch and rocking chair. A braided oval rug covered the floor, and Chinese paper lanterns hung from the ceiling over the corner tables. Geodes, split down the middle, sparkled and glittered on a shelf between the two front windows facing the street.

  "They're coming for you, aren't they?” Audra walked to the center of the room.

  Dorian leaned against the wall where he could watch out the window and still give her his attention. “No, my love. They're coming for you."

  She sat on the couch and sandwiched her hands between her knees. “Am I your love?” She didn't want to meet his eyes. How could she love him after what, three hours tops? Was it possible for this man to know love in such a short amount of time? Did it matter? She knew she loved him. “Did you love the two women before me?” She looked up and found him staring intently, straight into her eyes. Her stomach dropped into her knees. “Don't answer.” She didn't want to know the truth if he saw her as nothing more than a means to survival.

  Dorian turned back to the window. “They won't come tonight,” he said with his back to her. “More than a week ago they took my mate. When I found her, she was dead. I evaded the bounty hunters, but I have been running since. They hope to find me weakened."

  "Instead, you've found me."

  "Yes. They will try to draw you away from me. You must not go.” He crossed the room and sat next to her on the couch. “They will attempt to weaken your mind with their magic, poison you against me and then use you as bait. In the end, nothing you say or do will matter. They will kill you.” He took her hand and put it over his heart. Heat burned the palm of her hand and traveled up her arm.

  "The others were important to me. But there is something different about you, Audra. I feel as though I am the one at a disadvantage."

  "You shouldn't. I can't put pictures in your mind. Nor can I make you believe me when I say you're here because I want to be with you. I decided. You simply revealed what I'm missing in my life. I'll make you strong,” she assured him and took his hand.

  Surprised at her own willingness to feed his appetite, Audra studied him, knowing he could read the hungry gleam in her eyes. More shocking was the voraciousness in how she wanted him.

  Salivating at the pure male objective, she stood and led him to the bed draped with white muslin at the far side of the open loft. She left his side for a moment, while she lit white candles on the altar in the corner. Once the incense began to burn, she returned to him.

  Unlike tonight at the shop, in her home she wouldn't mold to his whims. Surrounded by magical charms, talismans and her altar, she controlled her mental faculties ... and her body.

  "I will make both of us strong.” She lifted his T-shirt exposing his magnificent chest once more. Without the barrier of his shirt, the scent of his skin was strong and heated her blood. Her mouth watered. Flicking her tongue over his flat nipple, she savored the taste of his mysterious essence. Before letting her mind link with his, she glanced at the window then returned her focus to Dorian. “Are you sure they won't come tonight?"

  "Yes."

  Audra intended to awaken his mind and heart with meditation and take him where he could feel the effects of her white light. His palatable darkness remained buried deep inside her. She wanted to offer him her gift. Having bounty hunters from some unknown realm breaking down the door would end any chance for him to understand the contrast between her brightness and his shadows.

  Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, she brought his face to hers and fused their lips. She sucked his tongue into her open mouth. Hot and wet, the dark cavernous depths of his kiss created flaring arcs of desire between them. She moaned in her throat as she slowly drew away. “You'll need to be naked.” She spoke against his lips and at the same time popped the snap on his jeans. “When I get back, I'd like you to be waiting in the center of the bed."

  "Where are you going?” His voice quivered with either fear or need.

  She kissed the worry lines from his expression and stepped away. “Nowhere.” She pointed to the bed. “Naked, Dorian.” She shimmied and slipped her skirt over her hips. “And in the center of the bed.” Opening her shirt, she let it drift off her shoulders and fall to the floor.

  Dorian's shoulders relaxed, and a soft grin played across his lips. He shucked his pants, and Audra smiled. Full and pulsing, his strained erection surged upwards. He stalked toward her, and she raised an eyebrow, stopping him. Obviously more intuitive than he acknowledged, he took two steps backward until his knees bumped the footboard. Never taking his eyes from her, he scooted onto the bed. Then he leaned back on the fluffy pillows, laced his fingers behind his head and waited for her.

  Audra was naked when she sat on the bed beside him. “Put your arms to your side and close your eyes,” she whispered. Shadows danced on the walls in the flickering candlelight. Dorian closed his eyes. “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth."

  She smiled again, watching him adjust his frame in attempt to get comfortable. Moving to the top of the bed behind him, she put her back to the wall and knelt with his head between her knees. Running her fingers through his hair, she focused her energy.

  Placing her palms flat on the top of his head, she slowly unlocked the portal of wisdom. The crown charka, the center of consciousness, mastered all the other chakras. Once opened, Dorian would feel the blending of white and dark. It would balance him. Just as she was beginning to understand, he had completed her.

  The intensity in which she focused was unlike any time before. While joined with Dorian, she had undergone a metamorphosis. He became a permanent part of her. Now she would try to open him to accept her.

  After pressing slow circles into his temples with her thumbs, she then traced his thick, black brows. Once opened, the third eye charka brought awareness to time, light and intuition. Brilliant indigo-hued energy flowed over her hands.

  She followed the ridge of his nose, noting the slight curve and bump. With his military career, she assumed he'd probably broken it at some point. Since she didn't want him to speak, she didn't ask. Whisker-covered, hollow cheeks, led her to his full lips. Unable to resist, she leaned over and gently touched his mouth with hers.

  "Audra, you're killing me.” He arched his head farther back and sucked in a deep breath through his nose. “Could you sit forward a few inches so I can taste the delicious flavor of your cream?"

  "Not yet."

  "You're wet for me."

  And getting wetter. Heat flowed from her fingertips, into her blood and pooled in the center of her sex.

  Audra moved to his side. Taking the Kama Sutra massage oil from the bedside table, she poured a generous amount into her palm. She rubbed her hands to warm the oil and placed them on his chest, over his heart chakra. Green energy radiated from his body.

  "For love, balance and harmony,” she said. With slow circles, she worked her way to his throat. Her fingers stimulated the area causing the chakra to emit pale blue energy. “For communication."

  His chest expanded as she moved over his solar plexus chakra. Her fingers tingled. “Energy, both spiritual and physical, is centered here."

  Yellow energy nearly consumed the colors of the chakras she had already opened. He was so much more than he presented. When she touched him, she understood his self-imposed banishment. He was a man born into the wrong realm. In her light, he would become more than a pawn in an overlord's army. Magic, dark and white, would be his to command.

  She hesitated before moving to the sacral chakra, the heart of his sexuality. It wasn't just his enormous cock stretching toward her hands but the visions she'd have tapping into that part of
his psyche.

  "Don't stop now, Audra.” His voice was smooth and even. The colors of his chakras became brighter. His response was at odds with the clamoring in her chest. The tension in her muscles increased as her hands stroked over crisp, chest hair. The lack of moisture in her mouth made it difficult to swallow. She took several deep, steadying breaths to clear her mind, focusing only on her objective—to balance Dorian and create another bond between them.

  Her adept hands belied the nervous trembling in her core. After massaging circles into the flat, muscled area of his lower abdomen, she turned her hand over and gave his shaft several loving strokes. The flame of desire scorched her palm as much as the feral growl coming from his lips, pulled taut against bared teeth.

  She cupped his heavy sac before sliding beneath to his root charka. Red energy exploded from his body as the energy point that grounded him to her realm was blown open with her touch. Her body vibrated with his energy. “Your will to survive is the strongest."

  Dorian sat up, engulfing her in his aura, and Audra found it difficult to focus. A rainbow of colors radiated from his body. Light streamed from his fingertips as he reached to touch her face. She closed her eyes as liquid heat poured into her melting core.

  * * * *

  Never had Dorian seen colors so vivid and intense. Audra had opened him to receive her white light. A gift.

  Five years of taking, believing he was in control of his destiny. “Thank you.” He pulled her against his chest and ran his hand down her narrow back. So small but full of strength. “Let me make love to you?” No longer would it be a simple mating to increase his power. It was not about his survival but theirs.

  Putting her on her back, he braced between her thighs and slipped the head of his cock into the damp folds of her pussy. “Look at me,” he whispered. When she did, he inched a fraction deeper. Flames of passion dances in her irises. “I am bound to you."