“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice breathless and threaded with need. With the plug still in situ, she would feel every step he took, ramping her arousal back up again, and that’s exactly where he wanted her. Dripping wet and desperate for him to fuck her.
“To the room I stay in when I visit. I don’t want any interruptions, and I need to take care of you.”
“Oh.”
He smiled to himself at that one-syllable answer.
By the time she helped him push open the door to his room, he was so hard he could pound concrete with his damn cock. He gently deposited her on the bed, hating her renewed wince of pain as her sore ass made contact with the sheets.
“Turn over for me, wee one.”
Kerry did so with a speed that made him chuckle, not least because she brought her knees up, which raised her ass into the air. It gave him the perfect view of her sweet and oh-so-wet cunt.
“Like this, Sir?” The little minx gave an exaggerated wiggle and promptly groaned when her plug moved.
Duncan laughed and, stepping closer, grasped the end of that plug to thrust it gently in and out of her hole.
Kerry bucked and fisted her hands in the cover, her sweet moans of surrender music to his ears. More of her cream trickled out of her hole and coated the insides of her thighs, and Duncan swore under his breath.
“This what you want, wee one?” He grimaced at the hoarse quality of his voice, but fuck him, he had only so much restraint.
“Please, just make me yours, please. I can’t…oh my God.”
Giving in to the primal urge to claim her, Duncan grasped her hips, and having run his cock through her slick slit, he sheathed himself inside her willing body in one hard thrust.
Kerry screamed. Her internal muscles contracted around him in a vice-like grip, and Duncan gave his dragon free rein. He couldn’t have stopped his animal half if his life depended on it. Not with her vaginal muscles rippling around him as he pulled out, only to push in again.
“Fuck.”
His own thoughts echoed his girl’s exclamation as he set up an ever-faster push-and-retreat rhythm in pursuit of the orgasm brewing at the base of his spine. His balls drew up and he half shifted, sending a stream of fire into the air. His claws emerged, piercing Kerry’s skin, and the coppery scent of her blood sent his dragon wild.
The fact she was with him every step of the way, locked her arms and pushed back against him as he fucked her brains out, meant there was no going back. Duncan shifted the angle of his thrusts to ensure he hit that sweet spot inside of her, and Kerry went wild.
The bed shook with their animalistic coupling. His balls slapped her hugely engorged clit with every hard thrust into her body, and he grunted his instructions.
“That’s my wee lass. Come for me now. Fuck, yes, let go.” Her release sent a shock wave of pleasure up his cock. He pumped in deep once, then stayed there as she came all over his dick. His own climax built in waves, made his legs shake with the need to let go, but not yet. When her tremors receded, he yanked the butt plug out of her at the same time as he pulled out of her sweet body, and Kerry went over again with a scream loud enough to wake the dead.
Her gaping asshole was his for the taking, and with one hand on his cock, he thrust in until he was seated as deep as he could be. Her muscles clenched around the bottom of his shaft, and sinking his teeth into her shoulder, Duncan let go.
Her sweet blood coated his tongue while he thrust in and out of her hole at dragon speed, cementing the bond between them. His dragon burst forth in a renewed flash of flame that engulfed them both as their minds melded.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. I can feel you.”
“Yes, you can, my sweet.”
Words were unnecessary, even if either had been capable of uttering them, as he shot jet after jet of his cum into her ass. Duncan pulled out on the last spurt and, cock in hand, covered her red-hot ass in ropes of his seed.
His dragon roared and retreated, satisfied that this woman was theirs at last, and Duncan collapsed on top of his precious mate.
“There. You’re mine now, wee Kerry.”
* * * *
Kerry couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. This was it; she’d died and gone to heaven. That was the only explanation for the light-headedness as her body still shook in the aftereffects of the most amazing orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her limbs felt heavy as though they didn’t belong to her anymore, and every other sensation seemed heightened.
She could hear the rustle of a beetle’s tiny feet against the skirting board, the croak of the trees on the mountainside as they moved in the winds that were battering the Cuillins, but perhaps most astonishing was the presence of Duncan’s dragon in her mind. As though he was part of her, she could feel him in and around her. With that knowledge came warmth that spread to every cell in her body, and then searing pain in her abdomen, which made her cry out. The heavy weight pinning her into the mattress lifted off her, and Duncan’s muttered curse rang in her ears.
He turned them both until she lay tugged into his side.
“Here, look at me, sweetheart. Breathe. This will pass.”
The concern in his deep voice made her open her eyes, not that she could see him clearly through the blur of her tears.
“It hurts.” To send that thought seemed as natural as breathing, and she felt his dragon’s approval deep down in her soul.
Duncan settled one of his large hands on her abdomen, and the pain faded with his murmured reassurance in her mind.
“There you are, my sweet wee lass. All better now, and your dragon is beautiful.”
“My dragon?”
She hadn’t shifted, had she? Surely, she would know that, and it was impossible. She was human.
“No, you haven’t shifted, but look and see, sweet thing.”
The dragon in her mind urged her on, and when she looked down her body, she gasped.
Where her measly, tiny tat had been, there was now a multicolored dragon with sparkling green eyes. A grin split the she-dragon’s mouth, and she winked.
“Oh my God. Did you see that?”
Kerry winced at the tightness in her throat as she said that. Duncan’s laughter echoed in her mind. The world shifted again when he put his arm over her soft belly and his dragon scooted off his skin to merge with hers.
“We’re linked now. She won’t be able to move from your skin, as you can’t shift, but my dragon will love to visit her.”
Kerry laughed, stunned beyond measure at what she was witnessing. Duncan’s sharp command brought his dragon back to his arm, where the beast settled with a grin not dissimilar to Kerry’s dragon’s.
Peace settled over her, and she closed her eyes to snuggle deeper into the embrace of her Dragon Sir.
She was dimly aware of Duncan moving her onto her back, the warm washcloth that he used to clean her up, and the heat of his hands as he stroked her skin.
He spread something warm and soothing over her body, taking away the leftover soreness until Kerry drifted off into a healing sleep.
Kerry sent the last conscious thought she had before she gave in to sleep into the air.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, mate. Now rest.”
* * * *
Kerry woke up to the delicious smell of coffee and a kiss from Duncan. By the time he let her come up for air, several things were abundantly clear. She was starving, horny, and desperately in need of the loo.
“You best go then. I’m not into watersports.”
Duncan’s amused chuckle in her mind brought her up short, and with her hands across his broad chest, she pushed him off her. Damn it, though, it just wasn’t fair for anyone to look that sexy when he first woke up. His hair hung in perfectly straight lines around his face, and when he flashed her a smile, she simply melted. No morning breath for him, whereas she no doubt reeked.
The swat to her ass took her by surprise, and she yelped.
“What was that
for?”
“That’s for putting yourself down like that.”
Kerry opened her mouth to protest, but the warning growl in her head stopped her.
“Don’t even think about it, wee one. I will not tolerate you thinking less of yourself, and besides, would I be in this state if I didn’t find you utterly fuckable first thing in the morning?”
Duncan pointed to the tent he was creating in the sheet, and Kerry laughed.
“Well, to be fair, you’re a guy and you lot wake up like that, and no—”
Kerry ducked away from him as he pounced, but she should have known it was useless. In a flash, her hands were above her head, held down by one of his large ones while he proceeded to tickle her with his free one.
“No, please, no…” Tears of laughter streamed down her face by the time he mercifully let her go with a warning in her head.
“Go, freshen up, and know this. I only let you go because I sense how desperate you’re getting. The bathroom is through that door there. I put your toiletries out for you earlier.”
Cheeks flaming in embarrassment, Kerry scrambled out of bed and made a dash for the relative sanctuary of the en-suite facilities.
As she sat down on the toilet with a sigh of relief, Duncan’s amused chuckle was in her head.
“With all due respect, Sir, please get out of my head. A girl needs some privacy.”
More laughter followed, and Kerry shook her head in exasperation. In truth, she wasn’t as annoyed with him as she ought to be. It felt right to share their thoughts, just not now.
“Sir, please.”
“Okay, I’m going.”
“Good.”
There was no answer to that thought, and Kerry got on with the business at hand. By the time she’d washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth, run a washcloth over her nether regions, and admired the faint stripes on her ass—who knew seeing them in the mirror would be such a turn-on—she missed his presence. The smell of coffee and something freshly baked made her stomach growl as she padded back into the bedroom. A small part of her marveled at how natural it felt to be stark naked around her mate, but the flash of lust in Duncan’s eyes when he spotted her and the lazy way his gaze roamed over her over-generous curves left no room for doubt.
“Better?” he asked, and at her nod, he patted the bed next to him. “Good. Hop back in here and eat something. I’m sure Miri and Mark can hear your stomach growl in their room.”
Kerry stuck her tongue out at him, earning herself a raised eyebrow.
“My stomach isn’t that loud, Sir.”
That particular organ chose that moment to call her a liar, and Duncan laughed.
“If you say so, my sweet. Come eat.”
He lifted up the sheet for Kerry to hop in, and when she did, he handed her a steaming mug of coffee.
“There you are. White, one sugar, for my wee lassie.”
Kerry wrapped her hands around the mug and inhaled deeply before she took a sip of the fragrant brew.
“What is all this, Sir? I mean, who did this?”
Duncan shrugged and cut open a chocolate croissant.
“Buttered?”
“Yes, please. God, that smells so good.”
He took the now-empty mug off of her and handed her a plate with two steaming croissants on it.
“Eat up, and I did it. I woke early, and as there’s no sign of the others yet, I rummaged through the stash of food. These were frozen, so it was a matter of moments to breathe some warmth into them.” He winked at her, and Kerry missed her mouth in surprise at that comment.
“You mean you…”
“Aye, wee lassie, I did.” She smiled at his renewed presence in her mind, especially when he added, “There’s some advantages to being a dragon. This being one of them. Am I all right to be back in here, sweetheart?”
“Lord, yes, I missed you.”
Duncan pulled her closer into his side and dropped a kiss on the top of her hair, and they resumed eating.
“This is kinda handy, you know. My mum always did tell me off for speaking with my mouth full.”
Duncan’s chuckle bounced around in her head before he sobered.
“Mums do that, or so I’m told. I wouldn’t know. My father never remarried, and he took off to parts unknown when I came of age. I have no idea if he’s still alive or not.”
Kerry’s appetite vanished at that piece of news, and she dropped the last bit of croissant back on her plate. His sadness permeated her very being.
“I’m so sorry. That must be tough. Have you not tried to find him?” she asked.
Duncan took the plates and put them back on the nightstand with a frown.
“No point. My dad and I didn’t exactly see eye to eye on most things. My choice of occupation just cemented that, plus my refusal to mate with Miri.” He gave a short laugh and shut her open mouth with his index finger.
“Miri and you were…” The sharp poker of jealousy twisted in her side, and there was an odd sound in the room. It took her a moment to realize it was a growl, and she was the one growling. Jeez, I growl now? What next?
“Put your dragon’s claws away, my sweet. Miri and I were never anything but friends, brother and sister almost, as we grew up together, so that was never going to happen.”
“Right, of course. You mentioned that before. So, surely your father knew that?”
Duncan shrugged and sighed.
“Aye, but in his eyes, it was my duty to marry a she-dragon and carry on the family line. He just wasn’t thinking straight. He and my mother were mates, which is why they managed to conceive me. Miri and I aren’t. I highly doubt we would have managed to carry on anything, let alone the family line. In his eyes, he’d failed the clan though, by mating with a human. Some of the elders feel the same way about humans. You’re too fragile for their liking.”
“Right, that makes even less sense,” Kerry said. “’Cause look at you. You’re a fully fledged dragon, right, and that was with your mum being human, so I’d hazard a guess that dragon genes supersede human ones and any offspring would automatically be dragon…or not…” Her words trailed off as he shook his head. “Oh, so how does it work then?”
Duncan ran a hand through his long hair and sighed some more. Right now, he seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, and her heart ached for him.
“Forget I asked. You don’t have to tell me; I just thought it would be good to know if we ever, you know…” Her breath hitched in her throat at his reaction. One second he was lounging back, semi-relaxed if sad, and the next, blue flames lit up the ceiling and the heat in his gaze caused an answering burn deep in her belly. Her nipples hardened, her clit clenched, and moisture coated her pussy lips under his scrutiny.
“In case we do what, wee one?”
“Have children?” She whispered that reply, astonished she even managed to project her voice that much because she was pretty sure she was going to self-combust any minute now in the heat they were generating between them.
“Chances of that aren’t likely. Dragon fertility rates are abysmal, even between mates, but in theory, would you want them?”
His voice too had dropped to a mere whisper, a growly, smoky one that only served to hitch her arousal even higher. Was it possible to come from the sound of a man’s voice alone, because Kerry sure was halfway there already?
“I would love to try that out, but right now I need to be inside you, my sweet.”
Kerry gasped at that thought in her head and grew even wetter for him.
“Please, Sir, I want…”
Before she’d finished that thought, never mind spoken out loud, Duncan was on top of her. He nudged her thighs apart with a knee and, hands on her ass, lifted her up and seated himself balls deep inside her.
“Oh yes, God yes.”
The breath left her lungs at that thrust, which pushed her halfway up the bed before he yanked her back down again. That move meant he went even deeper, utterly filling her, a
nd Kerry started to pant.
“So fucking tight. Relax for me—that’s it, that’s my lass.” Kerry made a conscious effort to loosen up internal muscles, struggling to accept his thick cock as he pulled out slowly, only to rock back in again. The excruciatingly slow pace set every one of her nerve endings alight as his dick scraped along her G-spot and his pelvis ground against her clit on the downstroke.
“Look at me. I want to see you when you come apart for me.”
Kerry forced open her eyes, which had shut in ecstasy as spirals of bliss radiated out from her clit toward every part of her body. The love and tenderness in his gaze brought tears to her eyes, and then he kissed her. It was a slow, leisurely kiss, a claim on her very soul, as his tongue stroked every part of her mouth in time with the measured thrusts of his cock. This wasn’t a fuck, it wasn’t sex, but making love in the purest form as their minds melded anew. He felt it too, she knew, and as he broke the kiss, he grinned at her before scooting lower and taking one erect nipple in his mouth. It was still slightly sore from last night’s clamping, despite her new dragon-enhanced healing ability, and that sting of pain acted like a live wire straight to her clit. Kerry bucked her hips against him, pressed her feet into his calves to grind closer to him, to urge him on, but he was having none of that.
“My way, my sweet. Just let me love you.”
Which girl could resist a statement like that? Not her, that’s for sure, and Kerry let her Sir set the pace. Duncan alternated his attentions between her nipples, sucked, bit, and licked until she teetered on the edge, her mind filled with their love and the need to let go, and the certain, deep yearning inside her heart that she wanted this, forever.
His dragon’s growl shook the bed, and Duncan finally, mercifully, upped the speed of his thrusts. When he added his thumb to her clit, Kerry flew headlong into her release, and her Sir finally let go. She was dimly aware of the flames around them as heat bathed her insides, and Duncan thrust in one last time, his grunt of completion joining her hiss of pleasure as his orgasm sent her over again, too.
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