by Julia Mills
The higher he climbed, the more Pearl tried to push her thighs together, but Kayne was having none of it. Holding her legs where they were, he kissed the tops of her knees before moving around to the backs. Trembling as he lavished her tender skin with his lips and tongue, her delicate fingers dove into his hair as she mewled, “Oh, Kayne, holy shite, I love you so much.”
Smiling against her skin, he answered directly into her mind as to not pause his seduction, “And I love you, mo chroí.”
Moving to the tops of her thighs, he glanced up into her heavily-lidded eyes, reveling in the miraculous effect he had on his wonderful mate. He couldn’t help but smile as Pearle fought to catch her breath, moaning his name over and over like a mantra of the love and devotion that flowed between them.
Moisture coated his fingertips as he slipped them between her thighs, the proof of her desire flowing freely from her center. The need to taste her, to take her in and have her take him, was overwhelming. Sliding her legs farther apart, he licked up the inside of one thigh and then the other, holding tight to her legs as the intense feelings he invoked within his Strix caused her to try to squeeze them together again and again.
Blowing tiny puffs of air against the wet curls that covered her mound at the same time that the tip of his finger teased her outer lips, Pearl’s nails scratched against his scalp as she pulled his hair and whimpered, “Oh…oh, oh, Kayne, please, please…you’re…you’re killing me…”
Her words evaporated in a wail of pleasure as he pushed first his middle and then his ring finger deep into the warmth of her desire. The contractions of her pussy pulled his fingers farther into her body, her juices wetting his palm as he worked his fingers in and out of her beautiful body.
Thrashing from side to side, Pearl’s head rubbed against the wall as her wails echoed off the walls. His free hand, laid upon the sweet softness of her stomach, was all that kept her standing as her body trembled under his loving touch. Panting and gasping for air, she cried out, “Kayne, please…please…I need you…”
He loved the sounds of Pearl’s passion, sought to wring every last ounce of it from her as he crooked his fingers in a come-hither motion and teased the bundle of sensitive nerves deep within her at the same time his thumb and forefinger gently squeezed her swollen nub. Lost to her orgasm. Pearl’s screams of passion filled the house as Kayne continued to hold her up while working his fingers as fast as he could in and out of her trembling body. Her climax raged on, the sweet scent of warm spring air and fresh sunlight filled his senses until he struggled to control his fiery need.
Watching her expressive face, Kayne knew the precise moment his Pearl floated back to Earth and without preamble, growled, “And now I shall have mine.” In one fluid motion, he slid her legs over his shoulders, placed his hands on her hips, and began to feast.
One sip of her nectar and Kayne was flying higher than he ever could’ve with the wings of his Dragon. Driving his tongue as far into his mate as he could go, he lavished the special bundle of nerves at the top of her channel with the tip of his tongue just as he had his fingers and held on for dear life as Pearl bore down, rocking back and forth, driving his tongue deeper still.
Their rhythm was frantic. He tasted all of her. The warm sweetness of her arousal flowed down his throat, feeding his heart and soul. His Dragon roared. Nothing had ever felt so right, so wonderful, so totally complete in all of his very long life.
The walls of her vagina contracted with more force and speed. Her juices wet his chin and dripped onto his shirt but still he fed, still, he drove his mate to completion, needing to feel her come into his mouth, needing to know she was satisfied in every way possible.
Howling as his frenzied tongue flew in and out of her, Pearl’s wails were completely unintelligible except for his name. Her hands once again pulled and tugged at his hair until he had no doubt he was bald but decided it was too perfect a moment to care.
Sitting on the edge of ecstasy, Kayne could feel the force of Pearl’s orgasm gaining momentum. Her need to surrender to the pleasure but not able to let go and fall into the abyss of insurmountable pleasure. Thrusting his tongue into her as deep as he could go then immediately pulling it out, he gently bit down on Pearl’s swollen clit, holding on as she came with such force it was a miracle they weren’t both on the floor.
Driving his tongue back into her, he licked and sucked and teased, making her come again and again until she was begging, “Please… please… Kayne… have mercy.”
But there was none to be had. He needed his mate. He needed to be buried deep within her. Needed to feel her coming all over his cock. Needed to be one with the Light of his Soul. Pulling his tongue from her, Kayne let Pearl’s limp legs slide down his arms before getting to his feet. Marveling at the sight of his mate gasping for air with lust soaked eyes and her bottom lip red from where she’d bitten it from the sheer passion of their love, turned him on in ways he’d never imagined.
Slamming his lips to hers, he used his enhanced reflexes to strip out of his clothes. Throwing them about, the garments joined Pearl’s on the floor where they could burn to ash for all he cared. Pulling his lips from hers with a gasp, Kayne lifted Pearl into his arms, and sprinted up the stairs to their bedroom.
Placing lazy kisses along his chest as her fingers teased the hair across the tip of Ailill’s tail in the tattoo that covered most of his upper body. Sucking air through his teeth as she scraped her nails across his raised nipples, Kayne’s painfully hard erection jumped against the soft globes of her bum.
A sly grin crossed her lips as the tip of her tongue danced over his chest and she whispered, “Is my Dragon excited?”
Crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Kayne stalked across the room, stopping only when his knees touched the mattress before gently laying Pearl in the center of their king-sized bed. Ready to follow her, Kayne stopped short when his exciting mate rolled to her stomach and lifted up onto her knees. Momentarily dumbfounded, he almost came before his time when she flipped her long platinum mane to the side and looked over her shoulder before purring, “Like what you see, Dragon Man?”
Needing no more motivation, from one heartbeat to the next Kayne went from standing at the side of the bed to on his knees with his hands on Pearl’s hips and his incredibly hard cock poised at the entrance of her warm wet pussy. Her eyes glittered as the evening sun shone through the windows. Flames danced up and down his spine, filling every fiber of his being with the undeniable fact he’d known all along—this woman, his Pearl, his Strix was the key to his future. She was his love, his soul—his everything.
Caught in her violet gaze, he slowly pushed himself into her inch by glorious inch, closer and closer to being one with the love of his life, Kayne panted as the need to lunge forward battled with the want to savor every single second of entering his mate. Pearl, however, was not of the same mind and took the control from him by pushing her hips backward, instantly engulfing him in the fiery heat of her pussy.
The tip of his erection touched the mouth of her womb. Her ass slapped against his hips and then all motion stopped. They sighed in unison as her heavenly walls contracted around him, massaged his cock, pulled him even deeper, holding them together as one. Rolling her hips in a magnificently erotic figure eight, Pearl deepened her movements as both Kayne and Ailill roared in appreciation.
The need to move was overwhelming. Kayne’s fingers dug into Pearl’s soft flesh as he pounded in and out of her with unparalleled need. Rocking on her knees, she met him thrust for thrust. Unbridled passion flowed between them. Kayne couldn’t go fast enough, couldn’t get enough of her, needed to never leave the haven of his mate again.
Leaning his much larger body over hers as they continued to move as one, Kayne palmed both of her ample breasts, loving the way they swayed in his hands as they moved together. Massaging her supple skin with enough force to drive a squeal of pleasure from her lips. he grinned as the tips of her hardened nipples tickled his palms.
Waiting until Pearl was just about to lose control, he bit down on the tender skin just under her mating mark, grinning against her skin when Pearl screamed his name until her voice grew cracked and raspy. Roaring against her skin, Kayne came with such force he had to let go of her beautiful breasts and put his palms on the bed to keep from collapsing onto Pearl’s back. On and on their combined elation continued, wringing every drop of pleasure from them both.
Slowing his motions, Kayne gently moved with small strokes until both their heart rates returned to almost normal. Still buried deep within his mate, he wrapped one arm around her waist before slowly letting his still semi-erect cock slide from the sweetness of her pussy.
Rolling her over in his arms, laying her head on her pillow, he followed her down to the bed, pulling her close. Looking deep into her love-soaked eyes, he whispered, “Tá tú mo domhan anois agos go deao.”
“And you are mine, mo Dragon, forever and always.”
Reaching under her pillow, Kayne pulled out a ring he’d commissioned the day after his father had told him of Pearl. Holding it in front of her face, watching as her vision cleared and she realized what it was, he refused to let her get up instead instructing, “Give me your left hand.”
“You are the most bloody arrogant man I’ve ever met.”
Slipping the five carat Asscher cut diamond set in a simple, elegant titanium setting onto her finger, Kayne lifted her hand so she could see, stunned when her voice cracked and tears of joy filled her eyes. Speaking because he could tell she couldn’t, he purred, “It’s true, I am the most arrogant man you’ve ever met, but dammit all if I’d change one bloody thing because he brought you to me.” Kissing the tip of her nose, trying to push away the lump of emotion in his throat, he moved his lips to hers and finished his sentiment directly into her mind. “I love you, Pearl MacGréine, always in all ways. You are my Queen, today, tomorrow, and forever.”
Her spectacular chuckle, the one that had first drawn him to her, sounded in his mind as his wonderfully sassy mate teased, “And don’t you forget it.”
*****
Hours later, holding Pearl in his arms, he could tell she had something to get off her chest. It wasn’t his gorgeous mate’s style to let things go, so, he waited patiently as she took a deep breath, rolled onto her stomach, and laid her hand on his chest.
“I was just thinking…”
“Damn woman, I can barely breathe, let alone think,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension he felt building within her.
“Hush, my sexy Dragon Man,” she purred.
Mission accomplished. Tension broken.
He loved it when she purred. It was just one of the millions of things he loved about his mate. Eternity would never be boring with Pearl by his side.
Gently pulling the hair on his chest, she giggled when he acted like it hurt then pretended to scold, “Get that look outta your eye, I have something serious to discuss.”
Biting the inside of his cheeks to keep from smiling, he nodded with wide eyes as Pearl went on, “As I was saying, I was thinking, can we just skip family Christmases?”
“Wait! What? No way.” He furiously shook his head. “I love Christmas. We go all out here at the Lair. There’s no way…”
Cutting off what he was saying by laying her index finger on his lips, he smiled as Pearl rolled her eyes and tsked, “If you would just listen.” Removing her finger but giving him ‘the look’ he knew met he was pushing his luck, she explained, “Not Christmas here with your Brethren, their families and my Clan. I was talking about the holidays with your mom and dad, my mom and a pitcher of well-rummed eggnog…sound like fun?” She clicked her tongue and jerked her head to the side. “Merry Freakin’ Christmas…NOT!”
Unable to hold back his laughter, Kayne guffawed so loud and with such gusto he had tears in his eyes. When he could finally get a breath, he responded with, “Dammit, woman, I love you more every single time you open your gorgeous mouth.”
“Yeah, you say that now, but…”
“But nothing,” he faked a growl. Wrapping her up in a huge Dragon hug, he them rolled over until he was looking down into her mesmerizingly beautiful lavender eyes and sighed, “I’ll love you forever and always, Pearl MacGréine. Only you, only me – only us, til the sun no longer shines.”
Slamming her lips to his, she purred directly into his mind, “And I love you, my very own, pain-in-the-tail-feathers Dragon…always and forever…
Epilogue I
Waking up in the middle of nowhere, trapped in the body of her Pegasus minus the wings, with no memory of how she got to the wasteland she stood in was frustrating, then the shit really hit the fan. Every call she made to her Sisters rebounded with unabashed impunity, rattling around in her brain, making her pray for a case of ibuprofen and a fifth of tequila.
I know Karma is a bitch, but dang, I’ve been really good lately…
“Haven’t I?” She asked herself aloud, plodding along the side of the dusty road, trying to figure out where in Scotland - her last known location - was sandy, with cacti, tumble weeds and from the smell of things, coyotes who peed literally everywhere.
Stopping mid-clomp, she swiveled her large head to the left and to the right then looked directly up into the all-too-bright sky. Getting a sinking feeling in the bottom of her gut, she took a left onto the scorching sand, carefully picking her way around sticks, stones and cactus needles.
“Damn sure don’t need to mess up my shoes. My magic is on the fritz and I’m damned sure there’s not a blacksmith anywhere near this corner of Hell.” Her voice rode the sweltering breeze, swirling and spinning before returning to her like a whispering echo.
Finally reaching the base of the butte, the only shade for as far as she could see, she leaned against the red clay and rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, praying for even the tiniest drop of moisture. Trying to focus, praying for a plan to pop into her mind, she jumped so high her knees clicked when all four of her feet landed with a thud as a deep, scratchy voice cut through her thoughts at the precise moment the moldy scent of wet fur assaulted her senses.
“What’s a pretty mare like you doin’ in the desert?”
Waiting until the owner of the voice came into view, Phryne groaned to herself as she set eyes on a bedraggled, although huge, male coyote. Hoping he was there to help and not to eat her, she mentally shrugged, “I have no clue.” Trying to act casual, she went on, “How about you tell me where I am?”
Lowering his muzzle as he crept forward, showing he meant her no harm, the coyote laid his belly down on the hot sand before answering, “Darlin’ you’re in Mexico, in the Sonoran Desert.”
“I’m where?” She shouted, unable to hide her shock. “There’s no effin’ way.”
“Well, I hate to tell you, but there is a way and that’s where you are.” Raising his paw and wiping it across his face, he added, “And my name’s Jack, and just for clarification, I’m a Coywolf.”
“Nice to meet you, Jack. I’m Phryne,” She grumped, not even trying to hide her sarcasm. “I have no freakin’ clue what a Coywolf is, but I’d be forever in your debt if you’d not tear out my throat and feed me to your Pack for dinner.
His raspy chuckle almost made her smile as he replied, “Don’t have a Pack and I don’t eat horse or Pegasus, for that matter, so, we’re square.”
“Thank the Lord.” Taking a stepping closer to her new friend, she added, “And I
’d kiss you, have your babies, or damned near anything you want, if you’d help me get the hell outta dodge.”
Still chuckling, his easy-going demeanor growing on Phryne, Jack snickered, “Damn, you don’t want much, do ya?”
“Be careful,” she tried to tease. “I’m starting to like you, Jack, and that’s when things get interesting.”
Phryne’s Flight
Book #2 in the Ladies of the Sky
Coming 2018
Epilogue II
He could sense her standing on the bank. The sweet scent of honeysuckle and vanilla permeated the murky waters of the swamp, danced a dangerous tango over his senses, igniting a fire in the belly of his Beast.
Being an agent for the Paranormal Protection Service had helped him deal with the bullshit he’d carried home from his days of active service as a Navy Seal, and the fact that Iliona allowed him to work alone was all the better. Undercover, looking for the Congregation of Gator Shifters responsible for using Voodoo to steal magic from other unsuspecting Paranormals, he’d been swimming through the gloomy bayous of Louisiana of almost six months and beginning to wonder if his boss’ intel was nothing but a pile of crap.
Swimming as close to the surface as he could without being seen, he watched the gorgeous redhead trying to decide if she was human or Other. Her long golden blond hair hung in tight ringlets around her heart-shaped face framing her petite features to perfection.
Watching as she sat down on the grassy bank and tipped her tips in the cool water, his Dragon roared and his heart beat like a bass drum when her pink, puffy lips drew into an ‘O’ of surprise as she gasped. The need to jump from the stream and kiss her until she was breathless and a turned on as he was rushed through his body like a runaway train.
There was something about this blond bombshell that made both him and his Dragon roll over and purr. Then it happened. Just like and anvil on the Wile E. Coyote’s head in those old cartoons his brothers liked to watch. The word Mate echoed through his mind.