by S. E. Smith
“Honey, unless you want me to bury a dead body, you better do something about this inferno that you started. The answer isn’t yes – it is ‘hell yes’. You can add as many exclamation points at the end of that as you want. I plan on working my way down your delicious body while you do that,” Pearl retorted, reaching up to unbutton her shirt.
Her lips twitched when more buttons went flying, reminiscent of her actions earlier. Their desire for each other was well and truly a wildfire. Asim growled and finally snapped the front of her bra to free her breasts. Pearl unfastened Asim’s pants and buried her hands inside, wrapping them around his cock while her mouth hungrily explored his chest.
She fell backwards, her knees giving way against the bed. Asim took advantage of it and swiftly removed her boots, socks, and pants. Each article of clothing flew in a different direction in their haste.
Asim impatiently kicked his trousers off and wrapped his large hands around her calves. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and stood looking down at her, his cock poised at her moist entrance.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a strained voice.
Pearl reached down and felt the moisture between her legs. Hell, she hadn’t been this wet without a little help since she could remember. Feeling for his cock, she aligned it with her channel and lifted her hips.
The first touch of his cock entering her coincided with another wave of Dragon’s Fire. Asim must have felt the flames overcoming her and the sudden rush of moisture between her legs because he surged forward, impaling her at the same time as the fire peaked. Pearl wrapped her legs around Asim’s waist, thanked the goddess of yoga for insisting that she participate, and held on for the ride.
Her sensitive breasts brushed against the coarse hair of his chest, causing her nipples to become taut pebbles. Pearl held onto Asim’s shoulders when he bent over her. Her head fell back, exposing her long slender neck. With a smothered oath, he braced his arms on each side of her, sank his teeth into her neck – and breathed.
Silver scales framed by white rippled over Pearl’s body and along her arms. Her body felt like it was burning to ash and being reborn. The feel of Asim’s stiff cock stroking her channel, his coarse hair teasing her nipples, and the feel and smell of their combined lovemaking tipped the scales and Pearl came harder than she had ever come in her life. Her orgasm rolled on and on, building, peaking and breaking, only to build again.
Asim didn’t stop his driving force. Once she came, he pulled out of her, turned her over until she was kneeling on the bed, and climbed up behind her so he could do it again.
The feel of his cock felt hard and delicious as he stroked her. Her fingers curled in the covers and she bowed her head. Her eyes closed as she felt him grow thicker. She could feel the tension building in his body and knew he was going to come.
His fingers tightened on her hips, holding her as his hips rocked back and forth. He continued to slide in and out of her, faster and harder with each movement. Her head came up when she felt him stiffen and groan as he came. His breath hissed and echoed loudly through the room. He held her still, a shudder shaking his large frame as he pulsed.
Pearl was sure they were through and disappointment hit her hard. Bowing her head, she closed her eyes. A soft gasp escaped her when she felt the fire building inside her again. His cock reacted to the muscles along her vagina squeezing him in response. Opening her eyes, she was stunned to feel him begin to move again – his cock thick and full as if he hadn’t just emptied himself deep inside her.
“What…? How the hell?” Pearl asked.
Asim pulled out of her and gently rolled her over. Caging her body with his, he pulled her legs up around his waist and sank as far as he could into her once again. His arms wrapped around her and he held her tight as the Dragon’s Fire flowed through both of their bodies.
“It has been a long, long time,” Asim murmured, holding her close as he rocked his hips.
Pearl’s eyes widened and the smile on her lips grew. Gripping him with her legs and pushing him, she let him know that she wanted him to roll over. Asim rolled to the side, pulling her with him until she was on top of him.
“Hot damn! I’ve got my own renewable battery pack,” Pearl chuckled. She tilted her head and gazed down at him. “Have you ever been ridden, cowboy?”
Asim’s eyes widened when Pearl rose before she sank all the way down on him. The smile on his lips grew when Pearl began to ride him. Pearl didn’t miss the way her skin changed, fine silver scales dancing across it – or the new voice in her head, encouraging her to ride as far and as long as she wanted. She decided age must have its advantage, because her dragon wasn’t taking its sweet time emerging like Abby and the other women had described.
We ready for mate now! I ride my mate next, the voice whispered. Dragon style.
8
Asim grudgingly rolled out of bed early the next morning. The insistent someone pounding on his door had refused to leave when he hadn’t answered it in the first few minutes. He glanced at Pearl and saw she was watching him with an amused smile.
“I have to answer that,” he said, bending over to brush a kiss across her lips.
Pearl chuckled and nodded. “I think I know who it is,” she replied, throwing the covers back and sliding out of the bed.
“Dragon’s fire, but I would be willing to ignore them to keep you in my bed,” Asim said.
“Your eyes are flashing again. You’d better answer the door. I have a feeling they aren’t going to go away until you do,” Pearl chuckled as she grabbed the sheet from the end of the bed, then folded and wrapped it around herself like a sarong.
“Surely they will get the message? I swear if it is Mandra, he can shovel the damn Pactor poop by himself today,” Asim snapped in frustration.
He reached over and grabbed his trousers from the floor. He looked around for his shirt, but gave up when the pounding increased. With a muttered curse, he turned in time to see Pearl step out of their bedroom.
Hurrying after her, he caught up with her half way down the stairs. His gaze ran appreciatively over her sheet-wrapped body and bare shoulders. At least it wouldn’t take long to undress her once he told their unexpected company to get lost or he would bite their heads off. He was a dragon on a mission and that was to mate with Pearl in every way he could. He had a lot of years to make up for and so did his dragon.
They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned toward the front door. Striding across the foyer, he stepped in front of Pearl and opened the door. An irritated Vox stood on the other side, his hand raised to bang on the door again. Vox barely caught himself before he rapped his knuckles between Asim’s eyes.
“Where is she?” Vox asked in exasperation.
“None of your business,” Asim snapped.
“What the… Grandma?” Riley exclaimed.
Asim glanced over Vox’s shoulder and saw Vox’s mate staring at Pearl behind him. Riley’s eyes were opened wide and her mouth was hanging open. He stepped to the side when he felt Pearl run her hand over his right buttock. He might have been alright if she hadn’t pinched it. Of course, his body – still burning with the remains of the Dragon’s Fire – ignited.
“Hello, Riley. What brings you here this early? I would have thought you’d still be asleep,” Pearl commented.
Asim wrapped his arm protectively around Pearl’s waist and drew her close to his side when she stepped up beside him. She shot him a questioning glance and shook her head in amusement before turning her attention back to her stunned granddaughter.
“You look like you’ve been…,” Riley started to say.
The scowl on Asim’s face darkened when Riley waved her hand at him before turning back to Pearl. The frown quickly turned to a smothered oath. Pearl’s left hand was sliding down the back of his pants and she was kneading his taut butt cheek. If he didn’t get rid of Vox and Riley soon, Riley was going to have no doubt as to why her grandmother looked the way she did.
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�I have. What have you and Vox been doing? Working on more great-grandbabies for me, I hope. I absolutely adore Roam,” Pearl said with an innocent smile.
“I told you she was fine, Riley. Let’s go,” Vox said, partially turning away.
“Oh, hell no, we are not going! This… this maniac kidnapped my grandmother and you want to just leave her here? She didn’t even meet him until yesterday!” Riley stuttered.
“Riley… I really think we should go… now,” Vox murmured.
“Would you like some refreshments?” Pearl asked.
“NO!” both men replied at the same time.
“Yes,” Riley stubbornly said.
“I really don’t think she meant for you to accept her offer, Riley,” Vox warned, glancing at Asim’s flushed face and the scales rippling up his body.
“Why not?” Riley demanded.
Asim watched Vox bend to whisper in Riley’s ear. The younger woman’s mouth dropped open again and she blushed. Her gaze darted to him before turning to her grandmother’s serene face, then to the front of Asim. Her face turned a bright red.
“Oh!” Riley whispered. “But… She’s my grandma!”
Pearl laughed. “I’m also a woman with her hand down the back of a gorgeous man’s pants, Riley. I’m old, not dead. I can still appreciate a fine-looking man, a nice bottle of bourbon, and messing up a set of silk sheets,” she said with a mischievous grin.
“That’s just… too … TMI, Grandma!” Riley exclaimed.
Asim saw Riley’s gaze immediately shift back to his waist. Her face wrinkled into a look of dismay. His hips jerked forward when Pearl ran her nails along his skin. His control was shot.
“Alright, she’s safe. It’s time to go,” Vox said with a determined smile. “Sorry to interrupt, Asim.”
“Tell the others to stay away,” Asim replied in a strained voice.
“I will,” Vox promised.
“But… But… Vox!” Riley started to protest.
Asim released the breath he was holding when Vox wrapped his arm securely around Riley and guided her toward their transport that hovered along the narrow road in front of the house. He wrapped his fingers around Pearl’s wrist when she pulled her hand out of the back of his pants, turned to face her, and walked her backwards, barely closing the door before he reached for the sheet around her.
“You…,” he started to say before he shook his head and released a long, uneven breath. “All I can say is you better be ready for some serious loving, because my dragon and I are fired up again.”
Pearl’s fingers were already working on the front of his trousers. “I thought we’d never get rid of them,” she laughed. “I want to make love to you in the shower. I’ve always had a fantasy to try it there. We can work our way through the house after that.”
“Goddess, I must have been one good warrior to be rewarded with you as my mate,” Asim retorted, kicking his pants to the side and pulling Pearl after him.
“When do we get to try it dragon style?” Pearl asked halfway up the stairs.
Asim stumbled on the step, and closed his eyes. His dragon was breathing heavily inside him and pacing back and forth. Pearl had noticed the ripple of scales on her arms last night and heard the whisper of her dragon being born. He had hoped to have a few days alone with her, but something told him that wasn’t going to happen.
Give me the shower and I’ll show her how to shift, Asim practically begged.
She want dragon style. You get shower after, his dragon demanded.
“Dragon’s balls! He doesn’t want to wait now,” Asim groaned.
“What does that mean?” Pearl asked, gazing up at him with a hopeful expression.
“We’d better get to the balcony. He’s about to call for his mate,” Asim replied in resignation.
“Oh, my. I’m going to get some dirty dragon sex!” Pearl laughed, pushing past him and walking up the stairs. “Last one to the deck is on the bottom.”
Asim watched Pearl’s delightful ass disappear through his bedroom door. It took a moment for her words to sink in. The thought of him being on the bottom with her on top, riding him….
Go! She getting there first! His dragon complained.
I know, Asim calmly replied with a wicked smile. If she wanted some dirty dragon sex, she was going to get some dirty dragon sex – in both forms. His dragon had stopped pacing, realizing what Asim was planning.
Yes! I like!
“Pokey!” Asim called to his symbiot. “I think it is time for Pearl to see what happens when she teases a dragon warrior.”
His symbiot flowed past him up the stairs. Asim followed at a slightly slower pace. He was going to take his time. His mate wanted to try every spot in the house. Well, he knew of a few places they could start with outside. The smile grew on his face when he heard Pearl’s startled curse. He climbed the last few steps and paused in the doorway.
Pearl turned to look at him with an expression of growing anticipation. The gold bracelets on her wrists now wound up her arms. Another band wrapped around her neck while two more formed around her ankles.
“I think it is time an old warrior taught you a few new tricks,” Asim stated.
“Thank you, Goddess of Love, I’m got a man who likes to play. I am going to be enjoying this,” Pearl chuckled.
9
Present Day:
“Stop right there!”
Asim blinked several times and shook his head. He looked at the two men sitting across from him. Both of them had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
“What?” he asked with a frown.
Brogan, the moodier of the two brothers, raised a hand and ran it down his face, looking more perplexed than on edge. He turned to his brother and gestured – as if encouraging Barrack to ask Asim some questions.
“Don’t look at me. I’m still trying to scrub the image of dirty dragon sex between Asim and Pearl out of my brain,” Barrack stated.
“Perhaps I shouldn’t have told you all the details,” Asim thoughtfully replied, rubbing his chin.
“Then I will ask.” Bewildered, Brogan turned his attention back to Asim. “You kidnapped her and took her as your mate. Why can’t we do that?” he asked, turning to raise an eyebrow to encourage his brother to back him up.
Barrack raised his hands and shook his head. “I still want to know how she knocked his ass into the lake – after I wash the dirty dragon sex out of my head first, of course,” he added.
“Forget I told you about that part. The point I’m trying to make is that each one of them is different. Pearl was older and more experienced with life. From what Sara told us, Delilah is young and innocent, but that doesn’t mean she can’t take care of herself. When you find your mate, she needs to be your partner in every way. If you try to control her, you’ll lose her for sure. I’ve seen each of the Dragon Lords learn their lesson with the princesses,” Asim explained.
“So, you do not control your mate?” Brogan asked with a skeptical expression.
“Curizan fireball! No, Pearl would roast my balls for dinner and serve them to me on a platter if I tried to tell her what to do. She is my mate, my partner, in every sense of the word,” Asim insisted.
“Except in battle,” Barrack said.
Asim shook his head. “No, especially in battle,” he replied in a quieter voice.
“But – how?” Brogan exclaimed with an incredulous expression. “Females are weak! They are not made for fighting.”
Asim leaned forward and plucked the sculpture of the bird out of Brogan’s hand. He held it up and rotated it between his fingers. He studied it for a moment before he smiled.
“That leads me to my next story…. This one happened just a few months ago. Pearl and I have been together for a couple of years now, but she continues to amaze me in so many ways. During our time together, I have discovered that love and respect are not finite, but continue to grow. And, despite our time together, I learned that I had never really seen what my mate could do wh
en she was truly riled,” Asim explained, his voice beginning to fade as the memories rose.
“You hold that as if it means something. What kind of creature is that?” Barrack asked, nodding at the bird.
“This is called an emu, and it is a part of my story that begins with the dragonlings’ unexpected adventure to Earth and one little boy’s love for all creatures. Lord Mandra and Lady Ariel’s son, Jabir, returned home with some very unusual eggs…. Eggs that made me afraid for him, that attracted danger to the woman I love, and hatched into creatures that would rise up to become the most unlikely army this old Valdier warrior has ever seen. This army was led by none other than a couple of small boys,” Asim replied with a chuckle.
“Tell us about this battle,” Brogan demanded, leaning forward with his eyes glued to the small, odd-shaped creature made of wood.
“It begins with a story of love…,” Asim explained. “This strange creature is part of the story…”
A few months before…
“You need to keep them covered,” Pearl said, smoothing the fresh warm grass over the large, green eggs in the barn a short distance from his parents’ house.
“Will they be ables to breathe?” Jabir asked worriedly.
“They should be fine, but I don’t know what your Grandpa Paul is going to say when he finds out you took some of the eggs from his ranch,” Pearl chuckled and bent to pick up the chubby little boy.
“He would tells me I’m a good hunter! Ruby will keeps them warm. She likes my new eggs,” Jabir giggled, watching the chicken settle on top of the mound. Tina and Viper had left Ruby at the mountain retreat while they enjoyed their time at the palace. Jabir reached up and wrapped his arms around Pearl’s neck. “Ruby promised me that she would take good care of my eggs while I hunts for more.”
“Ruby will take very good care of your eggs, I’m sure. Your mom will keep an eye on them as well. We won’t be gone long,” Pearl promised.