The Dragon's Wing

by Tate James

  My hips bucked up to meet his, and I felt his enormous, rigid length straining against the zipper of his jeans. It can’t have been comfortable, so I helped him out by flicking the tight button of his fly open and tugging down the zipper. His arousal practically leapt into my hand through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs, and I grinned.

  “Vixen…” he warned, his low voice making my stomach flip and my already aching nipples tighten even further.

  “Yes, Cole?” I responded in my very best innocent voice. “Is something wrong?” My questing fingers had now relieved him of his pesky underwear and had a firm grip on his stiff manhood.

  “Yes. Something is very wrong here,” he replied, then groaned as my hand began to move slowly and firmly.

  “And what is that?” I smiled, enjoying the sight of him on the edge of distraction. For a man so dark and brooding, it was an incredibly addictive sight.

  His stony eyes snapped open and captured mine, sending a shiver through me. “You are wearing far too many clothes. That's what's wrong.”

  He straightened up slightly, giving me a jaw dropping view of his impressive equipment standing proudly at attention, before lifting my ankles to his shoulders and sliding my pajama bottoms off me along with my panties, leaving me totally bare below him. The cool night air on my exposed flesh made me tremble.

  Pausing a moment, he took a long look at my naked body, then swore under his breath. I watched with anticipation as he lifted one of my ankles from his shoulder and began kissing his way from my inner ankle and up my leg ever so slowly until he reached my throbbing, wet center. He continued kissing me there, with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue until I was a panting mess.

  One of my hands grasped at his head, frustrated that his hair was cropped too short for me to grab, while the other hand teased at my own breast. He glanced up and saw me fondling my nipple, and it seemed to spur him on as he slid two thick fingers deep inside me, stretching me as he licked and nibbled at my clit.

  “Shit.” I hissed out. Too soon. I’m not done with him yet…

  I grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him back up my body until I could seal my lips to his once more. I could taste myself on his mouth as his tongue caressed mine and his fingers continued their exploration of my core, which made me buck urgently into his palm.

  “Please…” I begged, my voice a breathy moan in his ear, and he chuckled darkly.

  “Please what, Vixen?” he prompted, infuriatingly. Damn man knew exactly what I was asking for.

  “Please, Cole. Fuck me. I'm dying here,” I panted, then cried out in a seriously undignified manner when his fingers curled and rubbed the sweet spot inside me.

  “I think I like it when you beg.” He grinned with the most self-satisfied look on his face I had ever seen from him. Thankfully, he didn't make me beg any more as he withdrew his hand and replaced it with his rigid cock, pushing just the tip in and pausing politely for my walls to expand before surging the rest of the way to the hilt in one swift motion. I screamed in pleasure at the sharp sting of pain and instant feeling of fullness before wriggling my pelvis, encouraging him to move. I needed more, and I needed it now.

  Totally in tune with what I wanted, he moved slowly at first, pulling almost completely out before sinking all the way back in, then gradually increased the pace until I was whimpering and clawing bloody lines through the colorfully inked skin of his back.

  He leaned back a bit, pulling away from my body and lifted one of my legs back up to rest on his shoulder before plunging back in at a much, much deeper angle and drawing another loud exclamation from me when it felt almost like he had bottomed out. He thrust hard, my whole body moving with each stroke, and I slipped a hand down between us to rub small circles on my clit that made my muscles clench tight around him, making him curse.

  “Fuck me, that's hot.” He gasped, maintaining his pace but with his eyes glued to my fingers as I tweaked and teased myself into a screaming orgasm. As I rode the waves of pleasure, Cole leaned in close, flattening my leg up straight and tightening the space even more. His lips grabbed mine with fierce possession, and our mouths fought one another for dominance. He found his own release while my muscles spasmed around his cock, squeezing him hard.

  His hips slowed gently then came to rest as we broke our kiss and he rested his sweaty forehead against my throat. We were both panting hard and for a moment just stayed as we were, entangled in one another.

  “That… was not what I meant when I said I was sleeping in here,” he muttered into my skin, but I could feel the smile pulling at his stubbled cheek where it rested against the slope of my breast.

  “Mmm hmm, sure it wasn't,” I teased, then pushed his shoulder to roll him off me. I needed to clean up. There were very few things in this world worse than sleeping in the wet spot.

  After a quick cleanup in my bathroom, I sauntered back into my bedroom totally nude. No sense in being shy now. Cole lay across my ridiculous princess bed, looking deliciously out of place with his all of his tattoos and muscles and nakedness splayed out amongst my lavender sheets and unicorn plushies. I heard an animalistic purr as his sharp eyes followed my movements, and when I came within reach, he whipped out a hand to yank me off balance, and I landed flat against his body.

  “Again so soon?” I teased, raising my brows at him, and he shushed me, kissing me soundly on the mouth.

  “You've lost weight,” he remarked with a frown, his huge hands roving over my naked flesh to illustrate his point.

  “I was kept drugged and unconscious on a fluid drip for close to ten days,” I told him frankly. “Or at least that's what I'm told. It does make sense I would have lost weight.”

  The big man rumbled an angry sound deep in his chest, and I caressed a hand down his jaw to soothe him, bringing his lips back to mine for a quick peck.

  “I'm fine, Cole. It's nothing a few double-cheese cheeseburgers can't fix,” I reassured him, and my stomach rumbled at the thought of cheesy goodness.

  “Double-cheese cheeseburgers?” he repeated with a hint of a smile. “Is that double the cheese on the cheeseburger?”

  “Obviously.” I rolled my eyes at him, then snuggled into his burning hot chest, my face cheek to cheek with the green and black dragon snarling across his skin. “Let's get those tomorrow, though. I'm exhausted.” My words were punctuated with a huge yawn, and Cole's body shook with silent laughter.

  “Mmm, sounds like a plan,” he mumbled, tightening his arms around me and tucking his chin over my head. “I'm glad you're home, Vixen.” The last part was whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear the thick emotion in his voice, but I did, and it made my heart flutter.

  “I am too, big guy,” I whispered back.

  19

  I woke with a start, my heart pounding and my breath gasping loudly in the silence of my bedroom. A rough hand circled my waist, and the heady scent of pine trees washed over me and calmed me instantly.

  “Shhhhh,” a smooth voice whispered in my ear. “It's just me, Kitten. I couldn't wait until the morning to see that you were okay.”

  “River.” I sighed, relaxing back into him where he lay on his side behind me. Cole was to my other side, still fast asleep with his face turned towards me on the pillow and his dark eyelashes fanning across his cheeks.

  “Are the others here too?” I whispered back, tilting my head slightly so I could see him without having to move from his embrace.

  “Not yet,” he murmured back. “We were all split up, chasing down leads on where you might have ended up. This wanker was the first to find out you were back and didn't tell the rest of us so he could get some alone time with you.” He sounded annoyed but at the same time a little impressed at his friend’s sneakiness.

  “So how did you know?” I asked, smiling to myself at Cole's act of possessiveness.

  “Director Pierre called me as soon as you landed.” Of course that made sense that River, being the team leader, would be the one Jonathan called. But
then how did Cole find out first? I made a mental note to ask him in the morning.

  “So are you?” he prompted. “Okay, I mean.” For once, the supremely dominant team leader sounded unsure, and it made me feel sick that I had caused them so much worry.

  “I am,” I whispered firmly. “We can debrief tomorrow, but for now please believe me when I say nothing truly bad happened to me.”

  My open curtains allowed enough light into the room that I could see his unique golden eyes clearly. He stared intently at me with a frown creasing his forehead.

  I quirked a cheeky smile at him and stole a quick kiss from his lips while he seemed lost in thought. He recovered faster than I expected and cupped my cheek in his hand, holding my face still. Gently, he pressed his mouth back to mine, his velvet lips stroking softly and slowly as though he were telling me a secret.

  My body flushed with an urgent heat once more as I melted under his lips and parted my own, begging him to take it further. True to form though, River was in total control and kept teasing me with his lazy, languid kisses while holding my face immobile in his huge palm. It was driving me wild.

  From the position I was in, with him spooning me and just my face tilted back, there wasn’t much I could do to try and break his control. I wiggled a little, intending to roll over, but was stopped by his hand shifting down to my hip to hold me still.

  “River…” I sighed with a bit of a whine.

  “Shhhhh, love,” he whispered, his warm breath sending goosebumps down my neck and causing my heart to race. “Don’t wriggle around; you’ll wake Sleeping Beauty.”

  I bit back a snicker at his words and glanced over at the Sleeping Beauty in question. Cole was still in the same position, fast asleep on his side facing us, and looking like something straight out of a dirty dream, all naked and muscled, wrapped with tattoos and just barely covered by one of my purple bedsheets.

  “Aw, he looks so peaceful,” I whispered with a little giggle and felt River’s hand smooth down over my naked hip and back up again while his lips nibbled the back of my neck.

  “Mmm, it looks like someone has worn him out. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Kitten?”

  “Who me?” My breath caught as his roving hand got ever so slightly closer to where I wanted it.

  “Yes, love. You. Perhaps it has something to do with why you are completely”—his hand dipped closer still—“and utterly”—his finger dragged a long, slow line down my center—“naked right now?”

  Holy fucking yes. I gasped a bit too loudly as his teasing fingers followed through on their promise, and had to clamp my mouth shut when Cole stirred a little in his sleep.

  “Quietly, Kitten. What did I say about not waking Aurora over there?” I could hear the edge of laughter in his voice as he murmured in my ear with that sexy-as-fuck accent of his, but he gave me no reprieve from his restless fingers, which made me bite my lip and arch backward into him.

  “Fuck, Alpha…” I breathed out as quietly as I possibly could and exacted a little revenge on him by arching my back even further and cozying my rear end up to his hard cock. My free hand reached for his hip, dragging him closer, and was pleasantly surprised to find him already stripped down to just a small pair of boxer briefs.

  “Underwear?” I teased, “I thought you were a commando man?”

  “We all need to make exceptions in the winter, love. But I can remedy that now for you…” he purred into my neck, withdrawing his hand long enough to divest himself of the offensive garment, then he was right back, this time with his hot length pressed tight against my rear.

  “Jesus, fuck…” I hissed as he returned his hand to between my legs, playing me like a violin, and I felt his lips curve to a grin against my neck.

  “Kitten, can you be quiet or do I need to leave…?” he teased, his fingers withdrawing once more and this time running slowly down my leg until he reached my knee. He then lifted it to slip his own leg underneath, leaving me wide open and exposed.

  “I can be quiet.” I nodded, a little desperately, and my words must have been quiet enough because he shifted his hips, pressing his thick erection inside me from his big spoon position. I clamped my lips tight and shut my eyes to keep from crying out as he started moving slowly, so slowly, and the waves of pleasure rolled over me. From the position we were in, I was completely helpless to change the pace so could do nothing but surrender to his control as he increased and decreased speed seemingly randomly, always keeping me teetering right on the edge of orgasm. The only sounds in the room were the muffled moans and pants coming from both of us as we rocked together.

  Right as I was about to break my promise to keep quiet and scream at him to quit messing with me, a cool hand slid down my belly to tease at my clit while two warm ones circled my rib cage to cup my breasts. My delirious brain took a second to do the math on that, then my eyes snapped open and found a heavy-lidded pair of granite gray ones gazing back at me from inches away.

  Cole grinned a wicked grin at me as his fingers stroked and tweaked my sensitive flesh while River finally increased his pace until I really did break my silence, screaming my release at the same time as River gasped out his own, his fingers tightening on my nipples and crashing me into a wild aftershock.

  “Sorry,” I finally gasped once I had regained enough of my breath to speak. “Did we wake you?” I gave Cole a naughty grin and heard River snort a laugh into my hair where his face had landed. Cole smirked at me, then leaned in for a hot kiss.

  “I’m a highly trained secret agent, Vixen. No one sneaks up on me. Least of all this lead-footed dickhead.” He quirked an eyebrow, exactly the same as Vali had been able to do. “I’ve been awake since he came in the room.”

  “No pun intended?” River snickered, still with his face buried in my hair. I groaned at the terrible joke while Cole snorted and rolled his eyes.

  “Well, there’s a side I hadn’t seen from the two of you…” I murmured dryly.

  “What’s that, Kitten?” River asked, lifting his head to look at me. “Our ménage proclivities?”

  “No, dirty jokes. That was an appalling one, by the way, and something I would have expected from Caleb,” I teased. Both men gave me indignant looks, and I laughed freely, feeling more relaxed than I had in far too long.

  “All right, back to sleep,” I announced with a long yawn. “I don’t think I have slept more than a couple of hours in days. Wake me up when the others get here, please!” I snuggled around a little until I was comfortable between them and closed my eyes.

  “Where are the others anyway?” I heard Cole murmur to River as he cuddled into my body.

  “Gave them a false lead. They’ll work it out soon, though; I couldn’t be too cruel.” River chuckled as he pressed a light kiss on my shoulder. “They’re still going to be pissed when they arrive, though.”

  20

  Waking up sandwiched between two hard, chiseled gods of men was like being inside every red-blooded woman’s fantasy, and I actually had to pinch myself subtly to check I wasn’t still in Vali’s mansion and dreaming another crazy-realistic dream. Holding my breath, I paused for a second and, when the delicious vision didn’t disappear, danced a little happy dance in my head.

  Maybe this was my karmic reward for all the bad shit happening lately.

  My face flushed remembering how brazen I had been with both men last night, and a self-satisfied grin spread across my face.

  “And what are you smiling about at this time of morning?” a sleepy British voice mumbled from the pillow beside me, and I squeaked in fright at being caught in my dirty thoughts.

  River grasped me by the hip and rolled me onto my side to face him, so I took a moment to appreciate the unbelievably gorgeous specimen in front of me.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know… sir…” I teased in my best sultry voice, regaining a bit of my sass and earning a heated look from his golden eyes.

  “I know I would,” Cole growled into my ear, snuggling
up to my back and creating a naked Kit sandwich. I gasped as his morning wood twitched against my lower back, and I rolled my head back to kiss him on the cheek.

  “Good morning, Aurora,” I sang sweetly, and River made a halfhearted attempt at smothering a laugh with a cough. Cole reached over and smacked him in the arm, sending him into a genuine fit of laughter. Wide-eyed, I watched the two of them for a minute, marveling at the carefree easiness that I couldn’t recall having ever seen from either of them before.

  “What?’ River finally asked when his laughter subsided, and I shook my head slightly in wonder as Cole’s rough hands began wandering over my skin.

  “You two, laughing”—I grinned wolfishly—“has to be one of the hottest things I have seen in a long time.”

  “I don’t know about that, love. I have definitely seen something pretty hot recently…” he purred back at me, all traces of laughter gone but a smirk firmly in place as he watched Cole’s hands roaming my body.

  Just my luck, right as things were possibly, probably, looking up for me— and I meant that with absolutely no pun intended because there was no question of those things looking up— the goddamn, fucking doorbell started chiming. We all froze as though it would make whoever it was go away, but then just as the doorbell stopped, someone’s phone started.

  “Caleb.” River grimaced, and Cole dropped a heavy sigh into the back of my hair. “We’d better get down there before he just breaks in.”

  “Noooooo,” I whined, burying my face into the crook of River’s neck and grabbing onto one of Cole’s hands while he chuckled at my theatrics. Not that I didn’t want to see the other boys; I really did. But with Cole and River, I knew where I stood. With Caleb… things were uncertain. The last time I had seen Austin was when we were making out at the paintball park, and Wesley… well, I couldn’t quite shake that dirty dream. It was all just very overwhelming.