The Water Dragons Box Set: Books 1 - 4 (Complete)

by Charlene Hartnady

  “I don’t give a fuck! I’m not sure why you even told me that since I never plan on using it. If you think you can get me to identify with you, see you as something other than a slayer, a murdering fucking bitch, you’re dead wrong. You”—he pointed at her—“are the lowest of the low. You’re scum!”

  She nodded once. “Fine, call me whatever makes you happy.”

  He ignored her comment, his eyes firmly on her.

  Seducing him, it seemed, wasn’t going to be easy. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties…a pair of white lacy Victoria Secrets. His nostrils flared just a little bit as her panties hit her ankles. His eyes stayed on her. She lowered herself into a squat position, her skirt riding high, her hands on her naked thighs. His eyes moved to her thighs before moving back to her face.

  Alex had to suppress a smile when she noticed how his cock hardened back up. His neck muscles roped and his eyes turned steely with anger. He clenched his jaw but kept looking as she relieved herself. Bloody hell! Maybe she was making a mistake by trying to seduce him. He liked to watch her pee. Make that, he was turned on by it. He looked aggressive and she figured he would probably be rough during sex. His cock was huge. The thing jutted out between his legs…long and thick. His eyes burned into hers. His lips were pressed together firmly. He hated her. Might just hurt her. No might about it. He would hurt her for sure.

  Something deep inside her belly tightened just looking at him. He was primal and yet quite beautiful. That thing inside her clenched again and she realized it was desire. For him? Not a chance. He posed too much of a threat. For sex? Definitely. It had been far too long. She must have a screw loose for feeling this way in this situation. No doubt about it, her life was in danger. The situation was tense and yet…there it was.

  The shifter openly sniffed the air. His eyes narrowed on her and he cocked his head slightly, scrutinizing her.

  It seemed he could scent that she was turned on. Alex rose up, pulling her panties up, not being too careful about hiding herself from him. It wasn’t like she actually showed him her vagina. Again, that would be too obvious, but she showed him more than she had to. His eyes darkened with desire. His whole body seemed to tighten and bristle.

  “What is your name?” she blurted.

  “Back on the name bullshit. I told you. No names! We’re not on vacation here,” he grumbled the last.

  “Okay.” She shrugged. “How long do we have to stay here?” She looked around them.

  “Twenty questions.” He shook his head. “Until I say we’re leaving!”

  She nodded. “Fair enough.”

  The shifter scowled at her for a few long seconds, looking pissed off. What had she done wrong now? “I suppose you’re thirsty…hungry?” he finally spat at her. Not waiting for a reply, he rose to his feet, crouching slightly through his middle instead of rising to his full height. His features instantly tightened with pain. His wound opened back up, leaking blood.

  She put her hand up. “You should stay in bed. You shouldn’t move about.” She shook her head.

  He made a low growling noise, looking down at the ground, his eyes squeezed shut. He closed a hand over his injury.

  “I can get the water. I’ll just grab this lantern and…” She began to walk towards the light.

  “No!” he snarled. “You sit your ass on the bed and stay there.”

  “But…”

  “Do it!” His eyes were bright with anger, his face flushed with pain.

  Chapter 8

  Beck stayed right where he was for a few moments, keeping his eyes closed. Although there was a rustling noise, he could hear that the slayer hadn’t moved. She wasn’t doing as he had instructed but neither was she outright defying him.

  The wave of dizziness finally subsided, and he looked back up at her. Beck gulped, trying hard not to react. Her blouse was balled in one hand. She still wore a thin, silk garment that had thin straps over her shoulders and showcased the most amazing pair of tits he had ever seen. She was wearing a bra underneath the top. It was most likely lacy like her underwear because her nipples looked plump against the thin, shiny fabric of that tiny, cream-colored top.

  “What…?” he cleared his throat, not liking the rasp in his voice. One brought on by arousal. Fuck his injuries. He didn’t want to be aroused by this female. He hated how weak he was. “What are you doing?” he tried again, this time sounding angry.

  “You can use this to staunch the flow.” She held out her blouse to him.

  “I don’t need it,” he said, just as another rivulet of blood leaked from his wound. “Put it back on!”

  She lifted her eyes back to his and raised her brows. “Unless there’s a first aid kit somewhere in this cave? Then I would be happy to bandage the wound.” She ignored his command flat, still holding the garment out to him.

  What was this female playing at? She’d shot him—tried to kill him—and now she wanted to help him. It didn’t compute.

  “The last thing I want is for you to die.” She shrugged, guessing his line of thinking. “You live…I live. You die…I die.”

  “I’m not going to die. You can stop with the whole playing nice thing. You’re making me repeat myself. I don’t like it!”

  “Okay…the sooner you’re healed, the sooner we get to leave here. You’re not too much fun to be around.”

  Beck smiled, not feeling any kind of humor. “Trust me, you don’t want us to leave. You’re not going to like what’s coming your way, slayer. Namely, justice.”

  She licked her lips, her nostrils flaring as she pulled in a breath. Then she squared her shoulders, forcing him to look at her tits again. That deep cleavage. Soft-looking globes. Full…so damned full. “I’ve never been one to procrastinate. If it’s going to happen, I say sooner rather than later. Here…” she closed the distance between them, trying to hand him the blouse. “Just take it.” She pushed it up against his wound, making him hiss. “You should really lie down and let me…”

  He shook his head. “I’m fine.” He closed a hand over the blouse, feeling her soft fingers for a few seconds before she pulled away. Then he pressed the material against his wound. This female obviously thought he had been born yesterday. She was trying to play him. There was no way in hell he was falling for it. Let her try all she wanted.

  “On the bed.” His cock gave a twitch at the thought of this female sprawled out on the bed. Of her skirt riding up her thighs. All the way up. Of…No! Little bastard could forget it. He ignored the hell out of his dick.

  The slayer held his gaze for a few seconds and then did as he asked. Fucking finally. She sat down on the bed, looking up at him with those big blue eyes.

  Beck carefully walked over to the chest and went through the motions of fishing out two bottles of water and two packs of those biscuits. It wasn’t much but it would get them through.

  He made his way back to the bed and handed the items to the slayer. “Thank you.” She smiled. It quickly died when he didn’t return the gesture. Instead, he lay down against the pillows, bunching the blouse against his still-leaking wound.

  “I’m going to assume that you’re struggling to heal because of the silver?”

  Fishing for information. “What did you inject me with? Had to have been liquid silver of some kind.”

  She inclined her head. “That’s exactly what it was.”

  “I’m sure you’re pissed you didn’t get enough into me to kill me.” She didn’t need to know about the therapy he’d undergone, making him at least somewhat immune to silver. That’s what had saved him.

  She didn’t answer. Instead, she took a bite of the biscuit she’d just unwrapped. They ate in silence.

  Then the slayer did something completely unexpected. She curled up against him, pushing her lush as fuck tits into his side. He could actually feel her nipples hard against him.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he growled. Unable to stop the rasp of arousal. His balls pulled so damned tight that they just about l
anded in his throat and a zing of need rushed through his body.

  “What?’ she whispered, looking up at him through thick lashes. Her brow creased in confusion. “This is the part where you tell me to get cozy and not to move. Am I wrong?”

  She wasn’t wrong. He was feeling exhausted. Couldn’t have her walking around but…this felt off.

  “You’re up to something.” He clenched his jaw.

  “Like what?”

  “Go to sleep,” he ordered.

  She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. Like she was doing exactly what he wanted. Like she was compliant. Like fuck! Beck tried to stay awake. He tried really hard, but in the end, exhaustion won out and he tumbled head first into a deep sleep.

  Soft.

  Succulent.

  Delicious.

  His dick throbbed. Throbbed so hard it hurt. The female was wrapped around him. Her breasts thrust against his arm. Not even a millimeter of space between them. Not anywhere along the length of her. She had slung a leg around him. Her lace clad pussy flush against his thigh. Beck could feel its heat. He could smell it. Sweet like candy floss. Just as melt-in-the-mouth. She moaned, shoved herself firmer against him, her hips giving a small thrust.

  That jolt of need was back, only this time it settled into the pit of his stomach. Something was off. Very off. Then he realized what it was. Her breathing might be heavy, like someone…sleeping. Only, her heart rate was high. Too high. The slayer wasn’t sleeping. She was trying to play him.

  Bitch!

  With a low growl, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her onto her back, pinning her down with his hips, raging hard-on and all. Her eyes flew open. They were filled with shock…and a hint of fear.

  Good!

  “What the fuck are you playing at?” he snarled in her face.

  The slayer shrank back but quickly composed herself. “I was sleeping.” Her innocent eyes—yeah right—were wide.

  “Like hell you were. Your heart rate gave you away, sweetheart.” This was the second time he had called her that. Sweetheart. He needed to stop doing it. “You were very much awake. Playing some sort of game.” He narrowed his eyes.

  The female bit down on her lip, playing the victim. “I’m…I’m not…not playing…” she shook her head. Her eyes darted left and then right before landing on his face.

  “Bullshit! I’m warning you to stop your shit before you get yourself into trouble. This is a path you don’t want to go down. You can trust me on that one.”

  She tried to pull her hand from his grip, squirming underneath him, rubbing up against his dick.

  “Stop!” he growled. “Stop your shit. You’re trying to seduce me in the hopes I’ll fall for it. Then what?” He looked her in the eyes, searching for a flicker of something. He saw nothing but wide-eyed fear, and that’s what tipped him off.

  She hadn’t been fearful when she’d spotted his erection. Wasn’t scared when she’d asked if he was going to rape her. And yet, here it was. Fear. “You’re hoping I fuck you. That I somehow develop feelings for you. At the very least that I’ll end up going easy on you…or let you go or some shit. It’s not going to happen. Do you hear me?”

  She didn’t answer him.

  “You may as well stop because sure, I’ll fuck you. I’m game. There isn’t anything better to do while we’re here. But you need to know that I’ll hate you while I’m doing it and I’ll sure as shit hate you afterward as well. I can fuck you from now until next week. Fuck you several times a day and—I’ll still hate you. I’ll still watch when they interrogate you…” he laughed. It came out sounding mirthless and full of contempt. Good! “Who knows? I may even have a hand at making you talk or breaking you. I’d enjoy it.”

  The slayer swallowed. “You have it wrong.”

  Beck rolled his eyes, rolling off of her. “Bullshit! Truth be told, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Stop or you’ll be sorry. I’m not going to warn you again.”

  It looked like she gave a small nod, but he couldn’t be sure.

  Chapter 9

  He knew.

  He knew what she had been thinking.

  Planning.

  Damn.

  He knew.

  Alex had always been led to believe that dragons were stupid. Not even two brain cells to rub together. More brawn than brains. It wasn’t true though. Was it? She’d barely even begun to carry out her plan and he’d called her out on it. Then again, she wasn’t very good at seducing someone. She’d always just out and said whatever was on her mind.

  Hey.

  You’re cute.

  Want to fuck?

  It worked every time. No need for fluttering her lashes or any of that other crap. She obviously sucked when it came to subtlety.

  She drank the last of her water. What now? Did she drop it? He’d warned that sex with him wouldn’t help her predicament. He’d also admitted to being attracted to her.

  He’d fuck her but he’d hate her while doing it. Was that really a path she wanted to go down?

  No!

  No way!

  Alex picked at the label on her water bottle. Did she have a choice though? What other options were there available to her? She pulled in a deep breath.

  None.

  Her mind raced but she came up blank. Every. Time. He was badly injured. It would take him a while to heal but he wasn’t interested in conversing with her at all. She doubted any length of time would change that. Like it or not, sex was intimate. Especially if they did it several times a day while there. It wouldn’t be a case of a quick hook-up where both parties went their separate ways afterward. They were stuck there. Together. Even if this would be hell for her, the shifter would enjoy her body. He’d find pleasure inside her. If she could get him to fuck her enough times, he might just find some common ground. It might just spark something. Anything. She’d use that to save herself. There was no other choice. None she could think of at any rate.

  Do whatever it takes to get ahead.

  “We’re stuck here,” she mumbled.

  The shifter didn’t respond.

  She went on. “And…I’m a woman and you’re a guy…you’re really attractive and despite being injured, it seems like you…”

  “Stop!” he growled. “Stop right there!” He exhaled sharply through his nose, then punched his pillow while trying to get comfortable. “I can’t believe you won’t let this go.”

  “It’s just that I wouldn’t be opposed to sex with you. I—”

  “I don’t want you, slayer!” he shook his head, folding his arms. His eyes had this panicked look. “You shouldn’t want me either. I’m the enemy. A lowly dragon shifter. In your eyes I’m filth. You shouldn’t be attracted to me. I don’t believe you are.”

  “You’re not what I expected. You are attractive.” Not a lie. Not that she actually wanted him though. “You’re…I don’t know…” she stumbled on her words.

  “Not the animal you thought I would be?” He sounded bored but his cock told her otherwise. “More human than you realized?”

  “Yes and no…you’re definitely not human but there’s something attractive about that.”

  He ignored her flat, staring at the ceiling. His jaw was tight. His eyes burning.

  The shifter wasn’t biting. She most definitely wasn’t any good at seduction. That much was clear. An internal voice shouted at her to stop, to let this go. It wasn’t too late. Not yet.

  Bottom line, she was trapped and this was the only thing she could think of that might work. Alex pulled in a breath through her nose and quickly removed her panties.

  “What are you doing?” The panic was back in his eyes. “Stop that!” It was evident in his voice.

  She moved onto her knees, which she widened slightly on the bed. Then she pulled up her skirt, bunching it up at her hips, exposing herself to him.

  She thought she heard one of his teeth crack, he ground them together so hard. His eyes narrowed in on her pussy. They burned with both hate and desire. “Sto
p this, slayer!” His Adam’s apple worked as he swallowed thickly. “Don’t do this. You’ll regret it. I swear you will.” His voice lowered, so deep and smoky that it gave her goosebumps. Not the good kind. The—I’m scared shitless—kind.

  She shrugged. “It’s not like I have much to lose. I want sex. By the looks of you…” she looked down at his erection, “you do too.”

  His eyes locked with hers. The shifter made a face, even rolled his eyes. “You’re hoping I’ll change my mind about handing you over. You’re hoping to sway my opinion of you. Let’s not bullshit one another here.”

  “So what if I am? You’re adamant it won’t work, so what does it matter?”

  “It won’t work. I’m telling you it won’t. I’ll use you. Take what I want from you. Then I’ll hand you to my people anyway. I suggest you cover yourself up before I punish that sweet-smelling pussy.” He sniffed the air. “Before I make you sorry you ever made this stupid decision.” He frowned deeply.

  Shit!

  Shit!

  Shit!

  Oh god! This was a stupid decision. It was the only decision though. She bit down on her lip for a moment or two before locking her eyes with his. “I’m sure.” Alex nodded once to show him she meant it.

  The shifter smiled. It was feral. It was downright scary. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Then he lunged for her.

  Chapter 10

  She was on her stomach in less than two seconds. The shifter yanked her ass up by the hips. He pushed one of his huge thighs between her legs, prying them open easily.

  Oh god!

  Stupid!

  Stupid!

  “Wait!” she yelled, expecting him to thrust into her right then. He was big. He’d hurt her really badly. Her ass hit against his dick. It was hard and throbbing.

  Her eyes widened, her breathing labored. Oh no! Maybe he wanted to take her there. She should have laid down some rules. It would be agony if he did.

  Relax. Stay calm. It would hurt more if she was tense. “Listen…maybe…” she tried.