There wasn’t enough blood left in his brain to form a coherent thought. “Um … okay.”
Xyn laughed. “Urian?” She cupped his face and rubbed noses with him. “You’ll be here when I get back?”
“I will.” Nothing could make him leave.
“Okay.”
With a ragged breath, he leaned back against the wall as she went to help the dragons settle in. Then he glanced down at the sizable lump in his jeans.
Damn, that was really obvious and embarrassing. He wasn’t about to leave the shadows anytime in the near future.
At least you know it still works.
True. It’d been so long at this point, he had begun to wonder.
And that thought was still on his mind a few minutes later when Xyn returned as a faint whisper.
Laughing in his ear, she wrapped herself around him and teleported him from his shadows into a bedroom. “What are you doing?”
She left him to lock the door, then returned to stand in front of him. Biting her lip in a way that only further inflamed him, she ran her finger down his chest, raising chill bumps the whole way. “Can you still use your magick to conjure clothes?”
“Yeah.”
An evil grin broke across her face. “Good.”
Before he could ask her why she wanted to know, she ripped open his shirt from hem to neck and attacked him as if she were starving and he was the last steak at a banquet.
Urian couldn’t have been more floored had she set him on fire and used his balls for kindling. She ran her hands across his entire body while she licked and sucked his skin until he thought he’d go blind from it.
With her powers, she flipped him and tossed him onto the bed, then dissolved both their clothes.
Sucking his breath in, he surrendered himself completely to her fierce caresses. Never had a woman been so forceful with him. He loved it.
Xyn grazed Urian’s throat with her teeth and licked his whiskers, allowing them to prick at her tongue. “I’m so glad you followed me and the others here.”
He breathed against her ear as he tongued it and cupped her breast in his hand. His fingers toyed with her nipple in a way that had her wet and aching. “Oh, Xyn … how could I not? I’ve missed you so!”
She nipped his chin while she fisted her hands against his muscular back and pressed her bare body into his. Ah gah, his skin felt so good. She wanted to cry at the peace she experienced by exploring him again. It was truly Katateros.
And it was then that she realized what was missing. How could she have missed it?
Shocked and amazed, she pulled back to scowl at his chest. “Uri? Where’s your Daimon mark?”
He glanced down to where her hand rested over his heart. “I’m not a Daimon anymore. I was … fixed—” Not exactly the correct word, but he couldn’t think of anything better to use. “A long time ago.”
“You’re human?”
“No. I’m kind of unique.”
“But you don’t feed on souls?”
“Or blood.”
She let out a peculiar half laugh. “You eat food?”
“I do.”
Her eyes turned warm and adoring. “Oh, how I wish I’d been there the first time you ate to see your face.”
“You didn’t miss much. Other than a lot of cursing that followed the biting of my tongue.”
Xyn laughed for real then at the image she had of him trying to figure out how to chew when he’d never had to do so before. “My Urian.”
“That’s me. Ever brain damaged.”
“No. Definitely not.” She kissed him, reveling in the miracle that was her Daimon. “I could just eat you up.”
“I’m at your disposal.”
She shook her head at these words as she nibbled his neck. He let out such a sound of pleasure that it honestly startled her. “Are you okay?”
He sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth. He cupped her head in his hands. “Depends. Is the truth going to be a buzzkill or a turn-on?”
“What do you mean?”
His gaze burned her as he sank his hand into her hair. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, Xyn. My heart was broken one time too many.”
Her gaze fell down to the tattoo on his arm where he bore the black tears that marked the passing of his loved ones. It was something all Daimons did to honor and remember those they’d lost.
Dipping her head down she kissed his mark. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No!”
She smiled, then nipped his chin.
Urian groaned as she slid her hand down to touch his cock. He felt his powers surge through him. Oh yeah, that was the most incredible pleasure. It’d been so long since anyone else had touched him that he’d forgotten what it felt like.
Capturing her lips, he pressed her hips closer to his.
She gave a low whistle of appreciation as she took him into her hand. Then she traced a line up to his tattoo of his father’s shield pattern. “You’ve changed this, too?”
He nodded. “I made it look more like my father’s.”
“Stryker?”
Laughing, he shook his head. “You’ve missed so much. I’m the son of Styxx, not Stryker. Stryker and I are at war. But I don’t want to talk about hate … not while I’m with you.”
And not when she gave him that look right there that seared him to the core of his soul.
Xyn ran her hungry gaze over his tawny body. Every muscle was a study of sinewy grace and perfection. All man and all hot. His chest was dusted by golden hairs. Not too thick, just enough to be manly and appealing. Goodness, how she’d missed touching a man and being close to one like this.
Urian had always touched her in a way no one had—and not physically. Emotionally. A part of her was still timid to touch him for fear that her dragon powers would kick in and she’d scorch him, but the other part of her was desperate to be held. Just for a little while.
“You don’t like false people, do you?”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “Are you reading my mind?”
“No. It’s strictly from what you’ve said. I told you, I’ve never been able to read your thoughts and I don’t know why.” Which was so odd, because she normally could read those of others. Urian had always been different.
He gave her a cocky grin. “It doesn’t take much to read them right now.” He gave her a scorching once-over.
Xyn laughed until he dipped his fingers into the part of her that craved him most.
Urian stared down at her. A wicked light came into his eyes as he kissed his way down her body. He paused to lave her breasts. Ribbons of heated pleasure burned through her while his fingers continued to tease and play, and delve deep inside her.
Then ever so slowly, he continued south until he replaced his hand with his lips.
Xyn arched her back as her body twitched and ached in response to his masterful touch. Before she could draw another breath, her body shattered as one of the most intense orgasms of her life claimed her.
Still he continued to please her until he wrung another one from her spasming body. She sank her hand in his soft hair, tugging at it as he continued to tease her, over and over.
Urian growled at how good she tasted. It’d been way too long since he last had a woman. Hell, he’d had so little interest in them lately that he’d begun to fear he was broken. But there were no inhibitions or hesitation with her even though he should have them in spades.
They really needed to be focused on other things right now. But he didn’t give a shit. Let them die and the world end. He didn’t care. He needed her more than anything.
Unable to stand it anymore, he pulled back from her. He lifted her hips and drove himself deep inside her body.
She cried out his name.
Smiling, he thrust against her, seeking solace in her warm softness.
Xyn balled her fist in Urian’s soft white hair as she buried her face in his neck to inhale the warm masculine scent of his skin. There was so much power in him, so much skill in the way he filled her and touched her. It was like he knew every way to wring as much pleasure from every thrust as he could. And to be able to have him again like this … it was incredible.
For the first time in centuries, she felt human.