Chapter 27

27

K yrie

I wake up to find Damon thrashing about on the floor. He is moaning in his sleep. The blanket is tangled around his legs. I slip out of bed and kneel next to him. My eyes have adjusted to the dark somewhat. His face looks tormented as he continues to thrash. I reach out to touch his arm, trying to wake him. His eyes snap open, wild and panicked.

“Damon, it’s okay,” I soothe. He gasps for air, his chest heaving with the force of his breaths. He sits, running a hand through his hair. He continues to gulp in air like a drowning person.

“Kyrie,” he whispers, his voice strained. “It was so real.”

“You were having a nightmare.”

He nods.

“Would it help to talk about it?”

He shakes his head, his eyes still unfocused. “I dreamed of him…of Kyran after he died. It’s a dream I’ve had a few times. Actually, it’s a memory that’s become twisted.”

I wait for him to continue. Wait for him to sort it out inside his head.

“In my dream, Kyran is dead, but he doesn’t look dead, though I know he is. He’s lying on a white marble slab in a coffin made from glass.”

“Did that actually happen?”

He nods, his mind far away. “Snow wanted to be able to see him. I think she must have been preserving him with magic because even his skin coloring looked normal. His eyes were open and looked exactly the same as they had in life, only they were unseeing. His heart was quite still…he was dead.”

“That’s horrible, Damon. I’m so sorry.”

“It was hard to see him like that. So real, looking so alive and yet gone.” He breathes deeply. “In my dream, he wakes up from the dead and starts screaming. He’s deranged. He starts pounding on the glass coffin. The glass starts to shatter, and then…I wake up. You woke me this time. It’s…it’s…”

“Awful and terrible and something you should not have to endure.”

“I had the dream in the salt mines a time or two, only I didn’t realize that Kyran was my brother. I woke up feeling sad, bereft, and angry beyond belief, with no idea why since I thought it was just a nightmare.”

“I’m so sorry.” I put my arms around him, trying to comfort him.

Damon hugs me back, burying his head in my shoulder. “You smell nice, Ky. Like flowers in the desert.”

I smile. “I smell clean, for once. That’s all it is.”

“You always smell like flowers.”

I giggle softly. “Yes, and sometimes they’re growing in a compost heap.”

He doesn’t laugh back. He rubs his hand up and down my back and then pulls away, looking into my eyes.

His jaw is tight, and his eyes are blazing. “You should go back to bed now.”

“Yes, I should.” I cup his jaw. “I don’t want to.”

His face falls. “We can’t, Ky…I can’t…”

“You can’t be with me. You have a responsibility…a destiny. I get that, but we can have one night, Damon.” I lean up, the tips of my breasts brushing against his chest. Only my thin smock is between us. I take his lips and kiss him, my breath mingling with his. His hands come around my waist, pulling me closer. Damon deepens the kiss, and it becomes more urgent and desperate. Our bodies mold together as if they were made for each other.

He pulls back. “Just one night.”

I make a noise of agreement and then have to hold back a squeal when he stands, taking me with him.

“Are you sure?” he says as he lays me on the bed, crouching over me so that our faces are barely an inch apart.

“Yes.” Our lips come together in another searing kiss that has my toes curling and a moan building in my throat.

Damon grips my smock, pulling it up and up, then lifting it over my head. His eyes stay on mine.

He finally looks down, his gaze roaming my body. “I dreamed of this moment.” He gently traces the curve of my breast with just the tip of his finger and then traces down my tummy, stopping just short of the hair between my legs.

I don’t feel in the least bit shy. I feel revered. I feel worshipped and I love it.

“You’re a vision, Ky. You’re more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.” His gaze is back on my face like he’s taking me in, trying to memorize my features.

I grip the back of his head, and our mouths crash together all over again. I run my hands over his muscled back. I open my legs, feeling his cock through his braies. It’s hard and pressing against my slit.

“Thesha gave me some black root,” I say as we come apart; my voice sounds desperate.

His eyes are hazy with lust. He narrows them in confusion.

“Black root stops the womb from quickening.” I bite on my lip for a second. “Thesha gave me some. I tried to give it back, but she told me to humor her. She said I might need it.”

“Those two.”

“Turns out she was right.”

“Have you been taking it?”

I nod.

His eyes flutter closed, and he groans. “So, we have no fear of you becoming pregnant?”

I shake my head. “No. I will keep taking the root.”

“We don’t have to go there. We could—”

“We’re going there, Damon. It’s happening. I want you inside me…the sooner, the better. I hope I’m making myself very clear.”

He snort-laughs softly. “Since when did you get this demanding?”

“Since now.”

“I have to say that I like it a whole lot.” Then he kisses me softly. It’s like he’s making love to my mouth. If he’s as good with other parts of his body, this is going to be wonderful. First, he kisses my jaw, then my neck. Then he pulls away altogether before taking a nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over the hard nub. My back arches, and I groan softly. His tongue is wicked.

“You’re going to need to be quiet, love.” I can hear he’s smiling. He curses softly. “I really need to stop calling you that.”

“You can stop tomorrow. Don’t stop now…not any of it.”

He peppers kisses down my belly. Lower and lower and lower, gripping my thighs with his big hands.

“What are you doing? I’m not so sure about that. Um…Damon…” I groan when he licks my slit.

“Shhhh,” he says in a low tone. “Unless you want the others to know what we are doing.”

I really don’t. I have to put a hand over my mouth to stop from crying out when he suckles on the tight bundle of nerves nestled between my folds.

Oh, gods.

Oh, goddess!

Oh! Oh!

My eyes go huge when he does it again. I’ve never had a man put his mouth on me. I’ve only heard about it. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’m panting as his tongue swirls around the nub before he suckles me again. Wet gushes out of me, but I don’t care one bit.

I grab the top of his head with my free hand, pulling him closer.

More!

I want more.

My entire body trembles with pleasure, each sensation more intense than the last. I can feel the storm building within me. I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. He thrusts a finger inside me, his mouth still there.

Oh gods!

I cover my mouth again to hold back a scream. I’m rocking against him. I can’t help it. I’m there…right there. I look down and see Damon laving me, his finger working in and out and in and out.

He’s a sight to behold.

My belly tightens. Everything tightens. Then I explode.

Waves of pleasure course through me, my muscles clenching around his finger. I cry out his name, my hips bucking and my back arching off the bed. I grab onto Damon’s head with both hands, rocking against his face shamelessly, but I can’t stop. I’m moaning with each rock of my hips.

Once the last waves of pleasure have subsided, I lay there panting, eyes closed for a moment, trying to catch my breath. When I open them, Damon is looking at me; his eyes are blazing, his jaw is tight.

Then he crawls up over me, pulling my legs up over his hips. He’s gorgeous. My breath is sucked from me.

“I want to be inside you, Ky.”

I nod. “I want that too…so badly.” I cup his face.

He pulls down his braies. I look between us, and his cock is a thing of beauty. It’s big, like the rest of him. Hard, too, and jutting from his body.

He kisses me softly, his finger finding my nub. He rubs. I’m so wet down there that it slips and slides easily.

I moan softly.

“I’ve wanted you for so long…so long,” he whispers, his finger picking up speed.

I get wetter. I start to feel another orgasm begin to build. How? It’s like he knows all the secrets of my body. Where to touch me. How to touch me. He knows me better than I know myself.

I’m moaning and panting. Our mouths are mating, like I want our bodies to be.

“Please, Damon. Please!”

“Do you want my cock, love?” he asks.

“Yes…please.”

Damon puts himself against my entrance and ever so gently pushes inside me. Thankfully, I am wet, or it might be too snug. We both groan. It’s loud, but I don’t care. We fit together tightly but beautifully. It feels so right. Like this is what I have been searching for, for a long time. I just didn’t know it until right now.

In this instant, I feel complete.

He puts his forehead against mine while I stretch to accommodate him. Our breath mingles. He cups my face and pulls back so that he can look into my eyes. It’s intense. Then he starts to move in easy thrusts, bottoming out moments later.

We both groan again, louder this time.

“Oh, gods!” I whisper, afraid the whole house will hear us.

He smiles; it’s tight. His face is taut with pleasure. “You feel good, Ky.”

“You do, too.” I run my hands up and down his back, pulling my legs up higher and opening wider to take him better.

Damon takes it slow and easy, making love to me in easy strokes that take my very breath. The build is there right away. The coiling. My skin is too tight, and we have barely even started.

I’m panting and rocking into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Oh! Damon!” I whisper.

He takes my mouth in a kiss. I must be making too much noise. I know I will care in the morning, but I don’t right now.

My breasts rub against his chest. He picks up the pace, changing the angle, and the rest of the world falls away. It’s just him and me and our joined bodies. Our hearts beat together as one. We come together as one.

My channel starts to flutter just as Damon’s thrusts pick up. He grunts. Everything in me lets go in a rush that has my nails biting into him as my back arches. Damon grunts and jerks. I feel heat as he spills his seed deep inside me. Our movements are frantic but still as one. My channel spasms, pulling him deeper, holding him inside me so tightly. My heels dig into his ass.

I cry out, but he swallows the sounds with his mouth until we are finally sated. Then he buries his head in my neck, breathing me in while we catch our breaths. I’m panting hard.

My body vibrates with the aftershocks. Damon is still buried deep inside me. I don’t want him to leave. I don’t want this to end.

I hold on to him tightly, savoring the moment. When he pulls away, it takes everything in me to let him go.

I have to let him go. I will be strong.