by Riley Storm
She slid her hands up his arms, feeling the biceps there, hard as steel, and thick too. Pawing at his body like a cat in heat, she touched him everywhere through the suit, feeling the definition of his muscles through the fabric. His chest, his stomach, shoulders, back to his arms. Everywhere she touched, it was like steel.
His mouth crushed against hers, forcing her head back against the cool metal of the wall as they started upward, and his tongue flowed freely into her mouth. They touched and slid against each other, warm, wet, and completely arousing. She arched slightly, eager to feel his hot breath wash over other parts of her body, to feel the skin tighten as he kissed her everywhere.
“Jax,” she moaned as he nipped at her neck with his teeth, right over the artery, sending tremors down her spine that she couldn’t control. Then he gently sucked on the skin. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough that she could feel.
Sarah’s eyes rolled back into her head, her moan filling the little metal box. He knew just where and how to touch her, and he hadn’t even reached anywhere covered by clothing yet. Her brain was busy imagining what else he could do with his mouth and his tongue, or his fingers.
Or something else.
Without thinking, she slipped a hand between them, past his belt, finding his semi-solid erection through his dress pants. Her fingers traced its outline down to the base as best she could and then back.
Jax groaned loudly in her ear at the touch, bringing an aroused smile to her face. That was hot. She liked hearing him, liked knowing she was doing good things to him.
The doors opened and Jax pulled away from the wall, still keeping her suspended in mid-air. She thought to get him to put her down, but he didn’t appear to be having any difficulty with holding her up. His breathing was even, barely above normal, and there was no tremble from his arms.
“How strong are you?” she asked, nibbling on his earlobe while stroking his cock still as they walked.
Jax grunted as she tightened her hand slightly. “Strong enough,” he answered in a tight voice, followed by a hiss as she reversed direction and ran her palm along his shaft, generating more contact.
They wandered through a maze of hallways that would have left Sarah lost and confused if she’d been paying any attention to them. But she wasn’t. Her eyes were unfocused, concentrating instead on playing with Jax’s cock, teasing it, making it as hard as it could get while confined within his pants.
The second they went through a door into a set of rooms, Jax put her down. Even as his hands slid out around her waist, they found the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She barely had time to gasp before his fingers flicked away her bra.
Not one to be outdone, she grinned at him and yanked off his belt, sliding it free of his pants and dropping it to the floor. The rest of his pants came easily, but before she could slide them down, he once again picked her up, this time carrying her across the room, through a doorway and then pushing her down into the bed with the perfect amount of roughness and care.
Words started to form but were blown into nothingness as his mouth found her now exposed breasts, trailing little lines with his tongue around them, adding in kisses and gently sucking at her nipples, bringing them to rigid peaks.
Sarah gasped and moaned, grasping at his head, pulling him in tight, not wanting him to stop.
“Holy fuck, that feels so good,” she said, wanting him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was doing everything right. “Oh my God, oh my God, ohmygod.”
The words slurred as a hand joined his mouth in exploring her body, finally pushing up to the apex of her legs. His finger easily found her clit, circling it, pushing in, running over it and teasing her further with the light touch. Never fast enough, never hard enough, yet more than enough to leaving her a gasping, moaning mess who desperately wanted more of everything.
“Your shirt needs to come off,” she said, managing to find her voice when he paused to work at her pants.
That also gave her time to glance down and notice that his pants had slid off at some point, giving her an even better view of his cock as it strained to be free of his tight boxers.
“In fact, you may as well just take it all off,” she ordered, not entirely sure where the sudden confidence had come from.
“Yes, ma’am,” Jax said, grinning from ear to ear as he stepped back and slowly—too slowly—unbuttoned his shirt.
She pushed off the bed, came up to him, and grabbed his shirt. “You’re rich you said, right?” she breathed.
“I…I guess?” he said, confused.
Sarah pulled as hard as she could. Buttons popped and his shirt flung open. “Oh, my God, I’ve always wanted to do that,” she gasped as his rock-hard body was exposed to her eyes. “Fucking hell, look at you.”
Pressing her hands on his stomach, she felt him up, until she reached his shoulders, slowly sliding the ruined shirt down and off his shoulders.
For Jax’s part, he was grinning wide from ear to ear, clearly loving the attention.
“I’m glad you like it,” he rumbled, his eyes meeting hers, then slowly running down her body. He grabbed her hand abruptly and brought it to his crotch roughly, reminding her of how hard he was. “I like what I see too,” he growled, and suddenly Sarah was back on the bed.
Jax loomed over her, completely naked now, his underwear having disappeared somehow as well. He removed her pants so roughly they nearly ripped. She bit her lip at that, finding it hot how badly he wanted her. Not to mention the way his body tightened as he moved back on top of her.
His mouth crashed against her a millisecond before his fingers slipped across her mound, dipping low and easily finding her wetness. Slick fingers edged up, over, and around her clit.
Sarah’s breathing grew labored, coming in shorter gasps as he did this. Her nails tightened into his back, digging in deep as he worked. His eyes never wandered from her face, and she could see how turned on he was getting, watching her.
That just made her even wetter, responding easier to his touch as she relaxed into him. The pressure built, and the rest of her body tightened. She stared deep into those unnatural copper-lined eyes, drinking him in.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped as he pushed her past the edge. There was no turning back, no way of stopping even if she wanted to. Jax must have recognized this, because he moved his head lower, latching on to one of her nipples with his lips while his fingers worked frantically against her clit.
She shuddered once, twice, and then her cries filled the room as she came, the entire evening’s worth of anticipation slamming into her body in one giant wave, pounding her down into the bed.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” she cried, the words ripped from her throat. She yanked on Jax’s neck, pulling him in tight to her chest even as her back arched her breasts up toward him. She couldn’t control anything, every action happening without her thought. Her brain was mush, and when the orgasm finally passed, she flopped back, unable to move.
Jax wasn’t done though. He kissed her breasts one by one, then her stomach. It took a moment before she realized where he was going.
“Wait,” she tried to say weakly, but he had already slipped off the bed onto his knees, his arms easily pulling her to the edge, where his eager mouth met her clit.
“Oh God,” she said, eyes rolling back into her skull as she shuddered, her body already responding to him again. “Oh my God.”
Jax didn’t talk, but she didn’t need him to. His mouth was doing plenty of communicating. He started slow, light, getting her body warmed to the touch again before he increased the pressure and speed so very slowly until she was ready and eager for another climax.
At some point he slipped fingers inside her, curling them just up and around, rubbing her just right with extra stimulus. Her body couldn’t handle it. Within a minute she was crying out again, thrashing against the bed as Jax pounded her body with yet another orgasm.
“I can’t,” she managed to get out when he tried to
keep going. “Break. I need a break. Please.”
He growled and stood up, wiping her juices from his mouth.
“Fuck me,” she begged, unable to think straight.
Her eyes bulged as he pushed inside her. She hadn’t been watching, hadn’t expected it, and a small orgasm shuddered its way through her now. Then he slid completely in, his cock stretching her walls so utterly perfectly, and she came again, harder this time, her juices coating his cock, flowing freely now as he pushed against her again and again.
“Jax,” she moaned. “Holy fuck, Jax. I want it. I want you. Fuck me.” She was babbling, but she didn’t care. He was destroying her mind, drowning it in ecstasy and Sarah was a glutton for his punishment. He could do whatever he wanted to her just then and she would not care. She was his in that moment and nothing else.
One arm grabbed both her legs, holding them tight to his chest as he straightened. The height difference meant her shoulders remained on the bed, but the rest of her was high in the air.
Her eyes flew open as he thrust into her. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Yes. Right there. That angle, fuuucckkkk.”
She was so tired, her body drained and beaten from orgasm after orgasm, and she didn’t think she could come yet another time, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t amazing.
Jax fucked her hard, moving her body into whatever position he wanted, until she was a soaking, quivering mess, unable to speak, barely able to breathe.
He moved to the edge of the bed, flipping her casually onto her stomach, his thick cock still inside her. She moaned as he pushed into her from behind, his hands gripping her waist, holding her upright when her legs failed.
“Holy shit.” The words came out as he started striking her g-spot just right with every thrust. Maybe she wasn’t done yet.
Jax seemed to recognize this, and he moved faster. Harder. His hips slammed into hers, drawing louder cries every time. Darkness closed in at the edges of her vision because her lungs refused to work after a bit. Pressure between her thighs grew and grew. And grew.
Then Jax reached under her, wrapping one arm across her stomach to hold her upright. The other pushed between her legs, playing with her clit.
She exploded the instant he ran the tip of a finger over her. Her body tightened and relaxed and tightened again. She felt something rush out of her, and then wetness began to coat the inside of her thighs, and as Jax thrust into her she could hear and feel it spreading.
“Is that you?” she asked in mild alarm, only to hear Jax grunt a negative. It was her own wetness she felt.
He pushed her down into the bed and slammed into her hard several times. “Please,” she begged. “I want it.”
Jax needed no more urging. She moaned loudly as he pulled out of her, roaring loudly. A moment later, warmth erupted across her back and ass as he emptied himself. Again and again, it splattered against her skin.
Without thinking, she thrust her own hand between her legs and quickly fingered herself to another small orgasm as Jax covered her. She’d never felt so aroused, so well taken care of, and yet completely used at the same time. Jax had done whatever he wanted to her, and she’d taken it all, and become a mess of everything during it.
The bed bounced slightly as he collapsed onto it next to her. With what little strength remained in her, she pulled herself all the way onto the bed, breathing hard.
It wasn’t long before they both dropped into an exhausted sleep, uncaring of the mess they were covered in.
But they both were smiling.
23
He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face as she stepped out of the shower, beginning to dry herself off while he watched through the glass, water still pouring over his head.
It had happened, and he couldn’t be happier. It was more than just sex, which had been utterly phenomenal. The best he’d ever had, and it wasn’t a contest. His body was drained, utterly and thoroughly, literally and figuratively, and his usual vigor hadn’t even been up to fooling around in the shower.
Instead, he’d gently washed her down, removing the dried mark he’d left upon her and everything else. In return, she had done the same to him. Jax had enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, so very different from the frenzied passion of earlier in the night. That, he felt, had brought them closer, had broken down more barriers between them than actually having sex had.
Now he eyed her out of the corner of his eye, luxuriating in the hot water for a few minutes longer as he continued to think things over, continued to be amazed at how lucky he was to have finally found someone he not only wanted to have in his life. But who seemed to want to be there, now that she had discovered he wasn’t trying to use her.
Could it be, he wondered to himself. Have I finally found her? The one? Everything inside him cried out that yes, this was his mate. After so many long years of searching, of loneliness and heartbreak—though he didn’t talk about that last to anyone—he’d finally found her.
Jax wasn’t about to let her get away. He had to keep her, to show her the truth of their connection. Yes, he decided, that was just what he was going to do. Prove to her that it was fate that had brought her to Plymouth Falls. That she was meant to find him. That they were to be together. As mates.
She would understand, he knew. If anyone would get it, it would be Sarah.
Getting out of the shower, he dried off quickly. “Get dressed,” he said, beaming from ear to ear as he handed her a set of standard gray sweatpants and shirt outfit that every member of Draconis had on hand in large numbers.
Shifting wasn’t very gentle on the clothing. So, they wore loose-fitting things around the Keep, things that would easily slide off, or that would not be missed if ripped to shreds.
“Okay?” she said humorously. “That’s the opposite of what you wanted before.”
“I know, but I want to show you something, and we have to go outside for it,” he said with a helpless shrug. “Come on! Come on!” he said, voice rising with excitement.
“I’m going,” she protested with a laugh, dressing swiftly, her wet hair still dripping onto the material. “Do you have a small towel I can wrap this up in?” she asked. “I don’t want to catch a chill.”
Despite his desire to get a move on, Jax didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. He darted back into the oversized washroom and rummaged through his towel drawer until he found one, waiting impatiently as she whipped her hair up into that thing women did with a towel.
“Now where?” she asked, taking his outstretched hand and following him out into the hallways of the Keep.
Jax took side routes, avoiding anywhere he might run into the other dragons or their mates. He wasn’t ready for that yet.
“You live here?” Sarah asked, her voice echoing down the hallway. “This place is huge.”
“The family house,” he said sheepishly. “Built back when we had many more of us than are around today.”
He knew she would take that as they were all dead, but until the dragons figured out a way to awaken the rest of their comrades, it was as good as the same.
Pausing at the door, Jax frowned as he realized there was a problem in his plans. “It’s raining,” he said unhappily, wondering when that change in weather had occurred.
A brief memory of his windshield having some moisture on it came to him. Yes, on the drive back he’d had to flick the wipers on briefly toward the end, though it wasn’t coming down very hard yet.
Now, though, he could see through the window off to his left; it was raining much more heavily. He couldn’t expose Sarah to that. Another place would be needed. One that was open, with space for him to stretch out.
“I’ve got it!” he said, grabbing her by the hand and moving quickly back through the house.
Sarah laughed and followed along. “What is this all about, Jax? You’re being so mysterious!”
“You’ll see,” he reassured her. “You’ll see.”
They took the elevator down to the parking garage. Sarah pau
sed to look at all the cars, but he just shrugged, pointing at a box on the wall. “There’s the keys, take any one you want. But later. Not now.”
She gaped at his words, her eyes glued to the box for a moment, but his insistent tugging had her coming along until they came to an open spot.
With only the four of them awake, much of the garage was completely empty. It provided him all the space he would need, provided he didn’t stretch out too much.
“Okay, stay here,” he said eagerly. “And don’t get any ideas.”
“Ideas about what?” she wanted to know, but the last word trailed off as he started to strip.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m showing you the real me. The side I can’t show anyone else, but that I can show you. This is my secret, Sarah. The one I don’t tell anyone.” He smiled, elated to finally be revealing himself to his mate.
“Jax?” she asked, sounding confused now.
“Just watch. Watch and be amazed,” he said, giddy at the prospect of being united with the one, with showing her who he was and beginning their journey to happily ever after.
Now he understood, understood how the others felt. Why they were always happy, and what that meant to them to have a mate. He got it now, after four centuries of living alone, Jax had found his one. The one who would get him, who would understand him.
He backed away until he was far enough from Sarah it wouldn’t matter, and then he let go of his control, releasing his dragon. It too was eager to be free, and the giant lizard rushed out from him in an explosion of copper scales as he grew, changed shape and solidified into his dragon.
Brass streaks ran through his scales, darkening to an earthen brown over his wings, the membranes a very different color than his body. He represented all the parts of earth, his element. His power.
“This is me, Sarah,” he said in the melodious, musical voice of dragons. “This is my secret, and I—”
He stopped talking when he realized she was no longer standing in front of him.