High House Draconis Box Set

by Riley Storm

  Jax stiffened, both at the mention of her old boss, but more so at her inability to understand her own beauty.

  “When you look in the mirror,” he said, going with the words that came to him. “You see the same person every day. You begin to ignore the perfections and see only the flaws. You don’t judge yourself the same as someone else.”

  “I, on the other hand,” he said, resolutely refusing to bring up her old boss. “I see the beauty you possess. I see your lushness, your womanness, and all the other things that you’ve determined aren’t perfect, because you’re blind to them. I see your face,” he said, cupping her chin and tilting her neck back. “The intelligence in your eyes that you hid behind your glasses. I see the curves of your cheeks, and I see the dimples when you laugh, and the memories associated with them. The curves of your body and the realness of who you are. I see you, Sarah Mingott, the way you truly are. Not the way you think.”

  He felt her shiver in his arms. This time there was no blushing, however, because her eyes were too busy staring deep into his.

  “You really think that?” she asked quietly, barely audible even over the soft music.

  “Every word,” he replied. “Why else do you think I tried to kiss you the other day?”

  “Because you want in my pants?” she joked, but it didn’t do anything to break the tension. Not now, not with the two of them so close together, their bodies touching.

  “You make it sound so crude. That I want you for the shell of skin and bone, and once I’ve left my seed in you, I will simply cast you away and move on to the next. You refuse to understand that I am interested in you, Sarah Mingott,” he rumbled, his dragon seeping through into his voice, changing it, making it deeper, more melodic and flowing with the music around them. “But I am, and I will not stop working to convince you of that.”

  Her tongue flicked out, licking across her dry lips. Jax saw it, he knew she was expecting him to kiss her again, right then, right there. This time he came in slow, closing the distance bit by bit, giving her every opportunity to pull away, to prevent what he was about to do.

  She never moved.

  His lips met hers, and the two of them swayed in time to the music, locked at the hips, locked at the mouth. There was no frenzied makeout, no tongues exploring their partners’ mouths. Jax knew they were in public, and he wasn’t about to put on a show for the watchers.

  Instead, he kissed her gently, yet as thoroughly as he possibly could. He tasted her and let her inhale his scent.

  “Jax,” she said as they parted briefly, her body now practically shivering in his grip.

  “Yes?” he replied, knowing deep in his soul, that they had just broken through some sort of barrier. That things were going to be different now.

  “Can we go somewhere you can do that again? Without people watching?” Her eyes were wide, staring, and he drank in the hunger within, his dragon reveling in it.

  “Yes,” he said. “Yes, we can.”

  Chapter 22

  He didn’t get around the car to open the door for her before she was already exiting.

  By the time he reached her side, she flung herself at him, letting his strength pick her up from the ground and hold her to his body—his magnificent body. They were in an underground garage somewhere far outside of town, at his house. That was all Sarah knew, and at that point, it was all she cared about.

  The backseat of his car had quickly grown too small and hot for them. She giggled, recalling making out like hormone-crazed teenagers in it for an unknown amount of time. The fog on the windows, her handprints rubbing down it as he had pawed at her body, touching her all over, igniting fires she hadn’t realized could exist.

  Eventually, she’d told him they needed to go somewhere else. Her house wasn’t an option. Bringing a man home was just…with G-Nance there, it was just…even her brain shied away from thinking about how horribly awkward that would be.

  So, the only option was his place. He had pulled over multiple times on the way to kiss her some more, leaving Sarah burning with a need to feel his touch on her skin. She was tired of clothes being in the way. His hands had begun creeping up her inner thighs every time she felt things cooling off, but he had never quite let them go all the way, much to her dismay.

  She buried her face in his neck as he carried her swiftly through several rows of cars. Her brain wondered if he lived in some sort of apartment building, but it was too focused on other things to spend much time thinking about it.

  This is crazy.

  It was crazy, and yet it wasn’t, all at the same time. Sarah had never felt so comfortable with a snap decision as she did with this one. For once, she was being open and honest with herself, admitting that she wanted to go home with him. That he turned her on, and that she felt some sort of connection with him.

  For once, she was going to let herself explore it, to see where it went. Maybe it was just going to lead to a night of sex and nothing more. But a niggling voice in the back of her head said it was more than that. That despite their relative lack of time spent together, she connected with him on a level she hadn’t connected with anyone before.

  That scared her a little, but not enough to scare her off. Not now.

  “Fuck,” she moaned as Jax pinned her up against the wall of an elevator, her feet nowhere near the ground. His arms didn’t even tremble as he held her there, effortlessly, his prodigious strength on full display.

  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 fo
und 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.

  Chapter 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.