by C. D. Gorri
The rumbling growl of his Dragon swelled up in his chest and reverberated throughout the guest bedroom. His Witch smiled with the knowledge that she caused his beast to roar. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach with something akin to ownership. Yes. His Dragon hissed in his mind. Yours. The desire to take her, to claim her was strong, but Edric stopped himself. I must have her set the pace.
Gods help him if she slowed down now! As if she heard his unspoken plea, Joselyn grabbed his face with her strong hands and brought her full lips down on his. Her tongue tangled with his as she dipped her hands lower still until she reached the long, hard length of him. He hissed and sucked in air through clenched teeth as she gently traced him from head to root. She ran her fingertips along his slit, rubbing the moisture there, and travelled lower, cupping him with her gentle yet firm hands.
“Joselyn, if you’ve a mind to stop, you best do so now. In another second the matter will be beyond us both,” he growled as she held him firmly in her grip. She laughed, a full throaty sound, then squeezed and pumped him harder.
“I don’t want to stop, Edric.”
She looked up at him with eyes that changed from green to gold, to purple, to a deep, deep red. Lust glazed and beautiful, Edric allowed her to push him down on the bed so that his legs were splayed, but his torso remained upright.
She stood on the mattress and then over him. He ran his hands up her and down her calves while he used his lips, tongue, and teeth on the soft skin of her inner thighs. Finally, she allowed his long tongue to sink into her sweet, hot center. Her pussy quivered around his tongue and Edric growled as he feasted on her sweet honey.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her, his hands separating her moist folds, stroking her slick entrance and penetrating with his long fingers. He explored her with his mouth until he found the tiny little nub of flesh that controlled her pleasure. Hooking his fingers, he twirled and thrust inside of her, hitting her just right. She quivered around him. her channel tightening as her pleasure soared.
Holy fuck, she tastes so fucking good! He closed his hot mouth over her clit and sucked. Joselyn cried out just as her knees went weak, but he held her firm, soothing her by slowing his movements and placing soft kisses on her sex. He plunged deeper, building the tension, bringing her closer to the edge, but not allowing her to fall off. Not yet, minha bruxa.
“You are so fucking delicious,” he growled, feasting on her hot sex, drinking in essence.
She was swollen and ready for him, sublimely decadent. He groaned as he lapped at her slick heat. Spice and honey, his favorite combination. Edric tensed as she pulled on his hair, knowing that he brought her pleasure was a profound experience for him.
He raised his head and tugged her down. When their eyes met, she smiled and arched her back, exhaling and stretching like a cat. Edric thought he’d burst right there just from the taste of her on his lips, then she grabbed his face, locked lips with him, and sank down.
They cried out in unison as she slammed her supple body onto his thick, swollen cock. She was hot, and wet, and oh, so ready for him. Her pussy gripped him like a vise. Specially made just for him.
Edric dug his fingers into her hips and forced her legs to open wider. She gasped and took him fully inside of her. He stretched her channel slowly, groaning with every inch he slipped further and further into her.
“Oh, Edric,” she hissed and grabbed his shoulders. He stilled, allowing her to adjust to him, but his Witch was a wild one. She grabbed his face and plastered her mouth to his, and then she proceeded to ride him like a fucking champ.
Edric thought he’d burst right there. She was so fucking beautiful like that, her hair swirled around her shoulders, lips wide, eyes at half-mast, as she found pleasure in his body. He met her thrust for thrust, delving deeper each time. Ecstasy shot through his every nerve cell as her body sheathed him.
“Edric, harder, yes,” she demanded and what could he do but comply.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he growled as he gripped her hips and helped her move faster, thrusting his hips to sink deeper with every push.
He felt her body tense, her pussy milking him as she yelled his name. She was even more breathtaking in her climax. Her pleasure making his even more tangible.
“Mine,” Edric growled as he filled her.
Each thrust, each moan, brought him closer to completion. Finally, he felt himself touch heaven as white-hot pleasure coursed through his body. His seed bathed her womb as he spurted his essence inside her. Marking her with his scent from the inside out.
Es meus.
CHAPTER 8
Holy shit! Who knew sex with a Dragon could be so mindboggling? Joselyn basked in the afterglow of the most mind-blowing sex she’d ever had. She knew deep down it was because he was different. Her one true mate. Fated for her alone.
Mmm. If she had a tail, she’d be wagging it right about now. Her body was practically singing with happiness. Edric had kissed and sucked and licked her from head to toe. Feasting on her. Only her.
Fierce desire had almost blinded her the second she’d seen him in the kitchen with his gorgeous hair and eyes, like a moth to the flame she’d been tempted to get as close as she could. She’d barely managed to keep her distance through the entire meal. Hiding her attraction behind conversation and then anger. But then he touched her and poof, she was aflame. For him. Only him.
She’d thought to set the pace by taking charge of him as she had at first, but now she realized he’d simply wanted her to initiate their coming together. After that first time, he slowly took back the controls, and she’d been gasping and moaning ever since.
They’d made love on every surface of that room. Made love. It had a nice ring to it and to Joss, it was the truth. Maybe it was too soon in the normal world, but not for them. They were beyond the petty morals and qualms of humanity. As supernaturals, they played by different set of rules. Mating instinct was strong, as was the simple truth that true mates, fated mates, were rare, unique, and positively combustible when they met.
As Edric had proved after hours of making love with her in the guest room. He’d still seemed restless, she could sense he wanted something more. As if he could find no satisfaction in that impersonal space that was the guest room.
She squealed when Edric picked her up and he merely grunted. He carried her along the corridors as if she weighed nothing at all. More than carried, he cradled her in his arms as if she were something precious to him, all the long way to his quarter of Castle Falk.
Joselyn had never felt so cherished, so tiny and delicate, as she had in his arms. On the way to his quarters, he explained that from the outside the castle looked like one large home, but on the inside, it was much more complicated.
Each of the brother’s sizeable quarters were separated by soundproof walls, long neutral corridors, staircases, and even four separate elevators. There was enough space in between for them to feel like four separate residences. Think townhouses. Only the common rooms, like the enormous kitchen, the ballroom, the formal dining room, various guest rooms, and of course, the entire façade outside, unified what were essentially four separate residences.
“We’ve lived too close for five hundred years to want to part ways entirely, but we each crave freedom and privacy. Two things we were not allowed in the time of our imprisonment,” he’d told her in as he ambled towards his bedroom.
“What were you held for? I mean, that is, if you don’t mind telling me.”
“I will never keep secrets from you, love,” his words warmed her as she listened intently, “My brothers and I were punished for a crime on our house committed by our father. It was a long time ago, minha bruxa, do not fret.”
“I’m sorry, Edric, you don’t have to tell me anymore.”
“Nonsense, I want you to know everything of me, only then can you be certain of me.”
“I am certain, Edric.”
“I hope so, Joselyn, because I am certain of you. But I have a past, a
nd not a pretty one. First, as to the why we were held, you see, my father had pledged our clan to Chief Blackthorn of the Isle of Pain. When he died in battle, his worthless son, Dragomir, took control as Chief,” he sneered the name as if it were something foul.
“He was and is a tyrant, but our oaths were made to the clan. You see, love, a Dragon’s vow to serve with loyalty is something we hold in great esteem. So, we stayed. My father was a great warrior. He taught me and my brother Callius everything we know. After one particularly gory battle, and upon the request of the new Chief, my father stole a fair maiden.”
“That’s barbaric!”
“Yes, well, we are Dragons and have a history of barbarism I am afraid, but my father committed a much worse sin than the mere kidnapping of a maid.”
“Oh, really?” She didn’t bother hiding the snark in her question.
“Yes, really. He fell in love with the maid, her name was Igraine.”
“I guess that is kind of romantic, maybe a little creepy,” Joselyn said.
“Hardly. As you know by now, when a Dragon meets his mate things tend to get out of control pretty quickly. But it did not end well for Castor, that was my father’s name, and Igraine. The chief found out about their affair and, without trial, he beheaded the woman in an attempt to punish my father. Dragomir thought to surprise him with her corpse strung up in his throne room in front of the entire clan.”
“That is cruel and beyond disgusting!”
“I agree. After our mother died, we never thought our father would find love again. When he did, he put his entire heart in it. He felt the moment death touched his beloved Igraine and, without word, he allowed himself to die. He shed his immortality, and he fell on his sword.”
“Oh Edric, I am so sorry.”
“Thank you, but it is not your fault. Dragomir wasn’t satisfied with his death and so he punished Castor’s sons. All four of us were made to serve without basic rights or privileges. Our sentences finally ended after five hundred years of serving that pitiful excuse for a Dragon,” his muscles bunched under her frame as he said the man’s name.
“Oh, Edric, I apologize for making you talk about this, I shouldn’t have asked. That is the worst travesty of justice I think I’ve ever heard,” she wrapped her arms around him tightly, tears threatened to spill as she met his lips with hers. He sighed into the kiss then brought his forehead down to touch hers, breaking the kiss.
“Don’t be. All my trials have brought me to you, and I can think of nothing I wouldn’t do to be by your side,” his body had relaxed, and he snuggled her closer to him.
After that announcement, Joselyn didn’t need any more words. She admitted to him right then that the extra-long, king-size bed was much better than the one in the spare room. His scent was imbued on the sheets and she loved the way it covered her skin. They could finally fully explore each other without fear of falling off. Although they had ended up on the floor a time or two.
She ran her hands down the silky sheets and smiled remembering the way they’d come together in a tangle of lips and limbs. Mmm. He’d been amazing. Was still. My mate, fated to be mine forever. Sigh.
She sighed and stretched, taking in the beautiful tapestry that hung on the wall. It was of a ruby scaled Dragon that she instinctively recognized as her mate. He was fascinating and majestic in his other skin, she couldn’t wait to see his Dragon in person. Speaking of Edric, where was he?
She looked at the rest of the room as she waited, loving the simplicity and elegance surrounding her. The entire castle was furnished with the best of everything from the flooring, to the furniture, to the paint on the walls.
It was like something out of a magazine, but better. Not that she cared about money, having never had any, she didn’t really have a point of reference. Joselyn worked and struggled to make ends meet all of her adult life. Still, she knew enough to appreciate the finery.
Edric and his brothers had been accumulating their massive wealth during the past few centuries, even during their imprisonment. Though, to hear him tell it, what they’d been able to salvage was a quarter of what they’d had before. It wasn’t the money per se, that was important. It was the acquiring of it.
Like the need to construct the castle itself, Dragons craved riches and treasure alike. They liked shiny things. Joselyn smiled at the thought. Castle Falk was truly incredible, like something out of a fantasy. Each quarter held several bedrooms, bathrooms, living rooms, private theatres, and even their own kitchenettes.
The place was like every fairytale she’d ever read as a child. Dreamlike, and yet, totally real with its turrets and marble and exquisite location on the beach. Edric’s bedroom had the best view of the ocean. Joselyn was sure she’d never tire of it.
They’d stared at it together for a while, and Joselyn had felt a peace like none she’d ever experienced before. A calming sort of sensation, one of security and love spread from her heart throughout her entire body. Then he’d lowered his head and encircled her ear with his delectable tongue, and all her peaceful thoughts turned into something more carnal.
His lips were gentle as a whisper. Nervous chills ran up and down her spine despite having spent half the night naked in his arms. When he turned her face to his, she was blown away by the sheer desire in his glowing ruby eyes.
She knew then, without a doubt, that this was the man from her vision. He was the one the Fates had chosen for her. Her heart pounded as if she’d run a marathon, she could hardly breathe. How? Why?
Because he is my other half. My fated lover. My one true mate. Feelings as old as time swept over her. She felt tears sting her eyes as he took her face in his large hands and moved his lips insistently on her.
With the utmost care, he’d guided her backwards to his bed. His scent burning in her nostrils, Joselyn moaned and trembled at his touch. She was falling in love. The realization struck her as he tasted her with his tongue, licking his way ever so slowly down her sensitized body.
He parted her legs and rubbed his cheek against the soft skin of her inner thighs. She could almost feel his need and wondered at it. He used his fingers to part her as he trailed kisses closer and closer still to where she throbbed the most. Every touch, every kiss, a perfectly planned seduction.
He used his hands to anchor her to the bed, and he dove in, lapping at her, parting her folds with his tongue, nipping her sensitive bundle of nerves with his teeth, all in an effort to tip her over the edge. And did she fall! Still, he kept on, feasting on her as if she were his own personal buffet.
She whimpered and groaned as he slowly built up the tension. She wanted to move freely, but he held her firm, restricting her to his pace. He growled in satisfaction when she pulled on his hair. The sound trembled through her taut body. He didn’t stop then either.
Nor did he stop when she lost all self-control and begged him. Ecstasy hovered just beyond her reach, but still, he continued the slow torture. Probing just outside the perimeter until finally, he thrust first one, then two fingers inside her slick pussy as he swirled his long tongue up and down the tiny nub of nerves that begged for his attention.
He parted her legs further, his free hand holding her down. He raised his head, his eyes glowing a fiery orange-red as he took in the sight before him. Joselyn’s breath hitched in her throat. He’d put her on display for his eyes and mouth and whatever else he wanted.
She felt deliciously exposed and wanton. Magic, passion, and love, yes, love, pulsated through her. Their scents mingled in the darkness of the room, creating a fragrance so pure and right, she’d never tire of it. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to heighten the experience until Joselyn was like a bomb ready to detonate. By the time he rose from the ground and entered her in one swift movement.
He stood at the edge of the bed and brought her legs up to his shoulders as he thrust himself deeper still. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she felt her body squeeze and tug at him, a crazed animalistic instinct had her lifting to meet him.
He bared his teeth, eyes glowing, hips flexing, hands caressing.
Joselyn saw his fangs lengthen and before he could protest, she pulled him down to her. She knew it was her destiny. The Fates were right, she’d have to thank them. He was the man in her visions, and she wanted it all, more than ever. To belong to this man, this Dragon.
She kissed his lips, avoiding his teeth and nodded her head, offering her neck to him. He growled and looked at her a question in his glowing ruby red eyes. She understood. It was his need to mate that caused his fangs to elongate. And she wanted them on her, breaking her skin, marking her body as his. Forever. What was the phrase she heard from inside his mind’s eye? Es meus.
“Can I have you?” His voice was barely human, but to her, it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
“Yes, oh yes, Edric, as long as I can have you too,” she answered.
“This cannot be undone, Joselyn. You must be sure.”
“Do you want me, Edric? As yours?”
“Aye, more than I want to breathe, minha bruxa. Es meus,” he grunted.
“Then please, mark me, now,” she begged, and he struck her neck, hard and fast, like the lightning that fed his magic.
It hummed through the air as he continued to pump his hips, she gasped and moaned as he closed his mouth around her skin. With the pain of his bite came a pleasure so intense Joselyn cried out and held on to him for dear life.
Pure, undiluted ecstasy seemed to fill every cell of her being. She opened her eyes and saw only stars. They were red and gold, like fairy dust, and they filled the air.
Joselyn felt his ruby rose spread through her, the wonder and beauty of it causing tears to spill down her face. He caught them on his finger and lifted them to his lips. He licked her salty tears one by one until she no longer cried, his eyes glowed and his heart pounded, like thunder in her ears.
“I would have you as my only sustenance, minha bruxa, for all my days on this Earth.”
“And I you, my Dragon lover,” she replied and wiggled her hips, urging him to continue thrusting into her, filling a void she never knew she had until he showed up. Edric Falk, my mate.