Dark Flames (Blood Bound Book 6)

Dark Flames Blood Bound Series Book 6 Amy Blankenship, RK Melton Copyright © 2012 Amy Blankenship Second Edition Published by TekTime All rights reserved. Chapter 1 Damon strode through the door of his penthouse and set Alicia on her feet. He hadn't said a word since they’d left Night Light, not quite trusting his voice or emotions. The silence between them was deafening but Alicia didn’t have the courage to break it. When she felt his hand on her back, pushing her ahead of him into the living room, she got a clue as to how angry he truly was. Quickly turning around to keep him in sight, she silently watched as he jerked off his coat and tossed it clear across the room. The trench coat landed on the back of the sofa but Damon had already forgotten about it, choosing instead to stalk his escape artist of a mate. “Damon, wait,” Alicia felt the need to beg as she backed up. “Wait for what?” Damon asked with a slight tilt of his head. He slowly chased her with a seemingly relaxed gait. “Wait for you to disappear the first moment I turn my back? You have no clue what’s lurking in the darkness out there. It’s not safe.” “I’ve lived out there all my life. I’m not helpless anymore… you made sure of that when you turned me.” Alicia gave him a hard look but kept retreating, her self-confidence taking a beating as she felt his anger. “It’s not like I was running away from you.” She swallowed when he started unbuttoning his shirt with quick fingers. Damon’s eyes narrowed, watching her as she slid behind the sofa… as if putting it between them would stop him. “Now where have I seen this before?” he asked with a tilt of his lips. Alicia blanched at the frightening smile he gave her. “I asked you to take me to see him,” she pointed out. “And I distinctly remember telling you no, not yet.” The muscles in Damon’s jaw jumped as he had a flash back of finding her hugging Micah. The way they had jerked away from each other was exactly why he hadn't wanted her anywhere near the other werecougar. “Micah was worried… he loves me Damon,” Alicia tried the calm approach since he was allowing her to keep the sofa between them… for now. She blinked when he was suddenly beside her… on her side of the sofa, softly touching her cheek with his palm. “And you think now is a good time to rub that in my face?” Damon asked in a deceptively light tone. Alicia’s lips parted to retort but he was suddenly gone. She spun around when she heard the refrigerator door slam shut and saw Damon poring some of the blood into a glass. She frowned knowing he wasn’t injured… so why was he drinking blood? Taking a couple tentative steps toward him but not brave enough to enter the kitchen she asked, “Why are you drinking that?” They both flinched when the glass in his hand shattered. Damon closed his eyes for a second then snapped them open, “I’m angry, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, and I was hoping this would give me the strength to hold it in.” He raised an eyebrow when Alicia used the speed he had given her to dart past him to the refrigerator. Within seconds she was putting a full glass of blood into the microwave. Alicia felt a shiver when she turned around and Damon imprisoned her against the counter. He wasn’t saying anything… just trapping her there as he bent his head to her neck… not touching. “What are you doing?” she whispered hoarsely. “Testing myself,” Damon answered as he inhaled. “What are you testing?” She leaned her head back due to the heat he was creating inside of her. Damon pushed himself back so he could see her while he answered, “To see if I can keep my sanity while you smell like another man.” He quickly caught the hand she aimed at his face and jerked her forward. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned. He released her wrist when the microwave beeped. Alicia moved out of the way so he could get the glass himself. She frowned, “He’s my brother… it shouldn’t count.” “And maybe it wouldn’t if you hadn't told him you were not true siblings.” The glass shattered in his hand again. “Damn it, I give up!” Damon growled in agitation looking down at the crimson liquid all over the tile. Tightening his fists at his sides, he brushed past her into the living room. Alicia rubbed her temple now understanding, at least in his jealous mind, why he thought he had a right to be angry. She hadn't known he was listening when she’d told Micah they weren’t siblings. She was trying to make Micah feel better… not make Damon hold a grudge for life. Turning her head, she could see him standing in front of the wall-sized windows. Damon watched her come toward him in the reflection in the glass. He couldn’t help the soft smirk that tugged at his lips when she wrapped her arms around him from behind. She was so small she was all but hidden from his view. Gripping one of her wrists, he pulled until she was in front of him with her back pressed against his chest. “How long have you known that the two of you were not brother and sister?” he asked, locking eyes with hers in the reflection. “Only a couple hours before I told Micah,” She snuggled backwards into the security his arms offered, “We talked about it tonight.” She felt those arms tighten and quickly elaborated, “The three of us are the only ones who know… besides Mrs. Tully because she delivered me. We both decided that we don’t want anyone else to know.” “Wise choice,” Damon offered. Alicia bit her bottom lip wondering how to word it so that Damon would understand. “But I do love him, you know. He’s my big brother and we’ve always been close. You have to let me see him.” “Do I now?” Damon asked curiously. Alicia shook her head then turned in his arms so she could look up at him. “Listen to me,” she smiled softly. “Micah won first place on my hero list when I was a child because he didn’t agree with the rest of the family when they hid me away from the world. He would come to the school all the time and take me away from that prison… sometimes weeks at a time. He allowed me the freedom I craved.” Damon didn’t trust himself enough to say anything, but just holding her and seeing the love shining in her amethyst eyes was soothing his anger. “And he is a very smart man. He told me that one day I’d find someone who would show me what true love was.” Alicia reached up and cupped Damon’s cheek. “He was right… wasn’t he? You won't lock me away will you?” Damon pulled her tightly against him, wrapping her in the steel chains of his arms. He gazed out the window that overlooked what was fast becoming a very dangerous place. He had used this penthouse to hide from Michael… now he was using it to hide Alicia from anything that could harm her. Truth was… after what happened last night, this place was no longer safe enough to hide something so precious. He would have to find a place to call their own so he could ward it against demons. Besides… he was looking forward to fighting with Michael again. “So to be your hero, I have to let you out of my sight in an unstable city full of demons? That’s not fair,” Damon chided. “If I didn’t have to sneak around, then you’d always know where I am,” Alicia said then held her breath for a moment before continuing, “I don’t want to resent anything about you… I love you.” Damon sighed softly, “I love you too… that’s why I will only agree to your freedom if it comes with conditions.” “And those conditions would be?” she asked skeptically. Damon smirked, “I will teach you how to protect yourself when I’m not around to do it for you.” “Fighting lessons?” Alicia couldn’t help the excitement. “I’m game.” “You should be, because you really suck at fighting.” When she tried to hit him, Damon just pinned her arms against him and knocked her feet out from under her. Lowering her to the floor, he felt himself harden as he came down on top of her. “My point is made,” he said as he stared down into her eyes. Alicia growled up at him, baring her teeth in an adorable display of defiance. “And there will be no more secrets between us,” Damon finished with a hard look. Alicia’s growl stopped and she sent him an alluring smile, wiggling under him, “I want you.” Her voice was pure seduction. She waited until he relaxed his grip and started to lower his lips to hers. Quickly, Alicia rolled over, taking him with her. She bounced down hard on his lower belly with a smirk as she stared down at him. “My point is made,” she mocked and wiggled seductively again. “You think so?” Damon lifted them both off the floor and had her pinned to the wall before she could blink. He shoved his leg between hers, bringing it up so she was straddling his thigh. Leaning close to her ear, he sucked her sensitive earlobe between his lips then whispered, “Two can play at that game.” Alicia felt herself melt and rocked against his thigh wanting more. “I like the way you train me.” Damon growled at the s****l rush those words induced and slashed his lips across hers in a sudden frenzy of need. He would give her what she needed… but freedom wasn’t on that list. After seeing only a fraction of what had come out of that rift, he’d stalk every move she made even if she wasn’t aware of it. If she thought he was protective before… she didn’t have a clue. What Damon was holding back from her was his own fear… fear that if he let her out of his sight he would never see her again, alive or dead. He had experienced the pain of losing one woman he cared for in the past due to his and Michael’s stupidity. The difference now was Damon more than cared for Alicia… he loved her beyond reason. Pulling back from the kiss, he smirked and picked her up when she tried to follow him. He strolled intently toward the bedroom but lost his momentum when Alicia’s teeth slid across his right n****e followed by an upward stroke of her warm tongue. Her dainty hand was running across his exposed skin in a gentle caress, teasing him with things to come. Seeing he was thoroughly distracted, Alicia quickly slid from his arms leaving four shallow claw marks across his chest in her wake. They weren’t enough to hurt, but they would definitely be enough for him to give her exactly what she wanted… if he caught her. Damon blinked when Alicia suddenly vanished from his sight and heard the bedroom door slam shut with a light thud. His eyebrow arched and he looked down at his chest, watching as the tiny claw marks healed over and vanished. Glancing back at the bedroom door, he narrowed his eyes hoping she only intended to use that sexually-induced fighting tactic with him… not the enemy. Alicia had locked the door and was backing away from it waiting for Damon to come crashing through it. “Hello dear, miss me?” Damon whispered in her ear. Alicia screeched in surprise and rounded on him, taking a few steps away. They stared at each other for a moment before Alicia made a break for the balcony door. Damon smirked and easily caught up with her, wrapping his arms around her waist just as her hand touched the handle. She fought and squirmed against him, making a half-hearted attempt to get away and Damon felt himself harden with anticipation. His little hellcat liked to be chased and lovingly dominated and he would give that to her. He pulled her back against his chest and smirked at her sharp gasp when his hand latched onto one of her breasts. “That was a very nice distraction,” Damon mused as he nuzzled her neck. He gently bit the place he’d just nuzzled and squeezed her breast softly when she leaned her head back onto his shoulder and groaned. “But I had better be the only one you use that trick on.