Adored by The Dragon: (The Dragon Lord - Book 3) (The Dragon Lords)

by K. T. Stryker

  Gavin thrust into her hard and fast and Isabel let her head fall forward between her forearms, her forehead against the blankets, moaning out long and low as he filled her up. She rose up onto the balls of her feet, flexing her muscles around the thick, hot intrusion that was Gavin’s cock, bowing her back to take him deeper. Gavin groaned from behind her and slid halfway out of her body before slamming back inside of her, his hips slapping against the curve of her buttocks. Isabel cried out as Gavin found his rhythm almost in an instant, thrusting hard and fast inside of her aching, needy body.

  It was totally different than being with Oz, but Isabel felt her nerves tingling at the sensation; the cold of Gavin’s hands, the heat of his cock inside of her, was thrilling. She twisted her hips, flexing her muscles around him, some bodily instinct taking over to overrule her conscious thought. She felt Gavin’s cold fingers digging into the skin of her hips, felt him speed up – so much so that she almost couldn’t keep up with him. Thrusting harder and faster inside of her until Isabel was briefly torn between the intense pleasure of the sensation and legitimate concern that her still mostly-human body couldn’t take the friction.

  She struggled to hold out, to hold back the tension that she could feel building up in her body, but it was impossible; Isabel gripped the sheets in her hands, buried her face against them, and as the first jarring, body-wide waves of pleasure washed through her, she cried out again and again into the fabric. Her muscles rippled around Gavin’s cock as she came, and Isabel – the back of her mind still instinctively monitoring the man’s pleasure – felt his cock twitching inside of her, hotter than ever. She heard the long, low groan from behind her, and a gush of sticky-slick heat flooded into her. Isabel gasped, shivering as the flood flowed into her body; she wasn’t sure how but Gavin’s fluids were so hot they were almost scalding. Even as her orgasm intensified, she felt the sharp graze of the vampire’s teeth against her shoulder as he pulled her up and back.

  “God – fuck, Isabel …” Gavin’s whole body went tense against hers, and all at once he let go of her. Isabel collapsed against the bed, barely holding herself up by her arms, panting and gasping for breath as she reeled from the intense climax.

  He pulled out and Isabel felt briefly bereft, her body almost hollow in the wake of her orgasm. She twisted around and turned over onto her back, looking up at the vampire. “You’ll have to give me a minute before you do the rest,” Gavin told her. “That was more intense than I was counting on.” Isabel grinned, feeling a little surge of pride and power at the fact that she had satisfied a vampire so thoroughly that he needed to recover.

  The next moment, though, the hunger was on her again, and Isabel sat up, slithering off of the bed and sinking to her knees in front of Gavin. She looked up at his face, and smiled to herself, briefly nuzzling against his hip before she wrapped her fingers around the base of his not-quite-flaccid dick and brought the tip to her lips. Gavin let out an animal sound as Isabel sucked the member into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around him. His fingers tangled in her hair, and Isabel gave herself up to the instincts that took over more and more easily; she licked and sucked, her tongue winding around the flesh. Gavin – like Oz – was quite large, even before he became fully erect, for her to handle, but the need to taste him, to take him as much as she possibly could, was greater than her sense of limitation.

  Gavin’s fingertips rubbed against her scalp, and Isabel felt his cock come to life between her lips, felt it begin to twitch slightly against her tongue as the blood flowed into it, making him swiftly hard once more. Isabel worked him with lips and tongue, even grazed her teeth against his sensitive skin, closing her eyes and giving herself up to the moment. She could taste herself on him, but she also tasted the sharp, slightly sweet taste of his pre-cum as it started to flow. It wasn’t like Oz’s fluids; it wasn’t like any fluid she had ever tasted. Instead it was almost like honey, both in taste and texture, and Isabel couldn’t get enough.

  Gavin pushed her away and at the same moment lifted her up, half-throwing her onto the bed. “Still hungry?” Isabel nodded, and Gavin covered her body with his, the heat and cold of him tantalizing her. He kissed her eagerly, his tongue plunging past her lips, twisting and coiling around hers. Isabel gasped at the feeling of Gavin’s cold fingers rubbing along her labia, and then made a sound between a cry and a moan as two fingers slid inside of her. She was shocked at how tight she felt; she’d just taken his much thicker cock. “Oh, Oz didn’t tell you?” Gavin nipped at her bottom lip with his sharp teeth. “Your body adapts to the size of anything that penetrates it, becoming …” he began to work his fingers inside of her, “becoming as tight as it needs to be to provide pleasure.” Isabel gasped, shivering as Gavin’s long, cold fingers slid along her inner walls.

  Isabel writhed, twisting her hips and pushing down onto Gavin’s fingers as his thumb found her clitoris. “Have you noticed, too, that this seems so much more sensitive?” He barely brushed against the bead of nerves and Isabel cried out, reaching for his shoulders blindly. Gavin curled his fingers inside of her, rubbing steadily against her g-spot. Isabel panted and gasped, moving mindlessly as pleasure crackled through her nerves.

  Gavin’s fingers retreated all at once, and Isabel opened her eyes – unaware of having closed them – and groaned, scowling at him in disappointment. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Not even fully transformed and you want all the fucking you can get …” Gavin ducked his head away from her face, to her neck. Isabel felt the sharp teeth nip just below her pulse point, felt Gavin’s warm tongue lapping at the little bit of blood that welled up. “They could put you in a room with five men and you would feed for hours …” his tongue rasped against her skin, and Isabel whimpered. “And by the time you were through with them, they’d all do whatever it took to get you to fuck them again.”

  Gavin pulled himself up, his hands gliding down along her legs. “Oh, are you ever in trouble, Isabel,” he said with a little grin. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them up onto his shoulders as he moved into place, his burning-hot erection sliding along her inner labia, not quite penetrating her. He held her gaze as he thrust forward, filling her up in one quick movement. Isabel moaned, pushing her hips down to take him deeper. Gavin began moving right away, the tip of his cock rubbing steadily against her g-spot. Isabel gave herself up to the pleasure, to the instincts that were starting to form more of her mind than conscious thought. She twisted and writhed, flexing her muscles around Gavin’s erection in fluttering movements, pulling him in as deep as he could go.

  Gavin held her exactly where he wanted her, his hands ice cold against her feverish skin, and Isabel had no choice but to let him take her exactly the way he wanted; as she came closer and closer to her third orgasm, her voice cracking from the cries and moans leaving her throat. She felt his teeth sink into her skin, just above her ankle. Heat flowed out of her to meet Gavin’s cool lips, and Isabel sank into the simmering pleasure, moaning as her climax shattered through her.

  Chapter Ten

  “What did you mean I’m in trouble?” Isabel woke once again, without knowing how long she had been out to find Gavin in the bed next to her.

  “The people who snatched you have big plans,” Gavin said. “Maybe Oz told you a little bit about them?” Isabel shrugged.

  “Assuming they were vampires like you?” Gavin nodded.

  “They were,” he said. “Vampires, but not like me.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  Gavin smiled slightly.

  “The politics of my people can’t be summed up in one session,” he said. “We’re not as simple as the angels are.”

  “Okay,” Isabel said, dismissing the other questions she had. “So why am I in trouble?”

  “Because you are the perfect little succubus,” Gavin said, reaching out to claim one of her still-naked breasts in his hand. “Even before you started transforming, you were probably pretty sex-hungry, right?” Isabel blushed and looked away,
trying to squirm free of Gavin’s touch. “You had sex with me no more than fifteen minutes after you left Oz,” Gavin pointed out matter-of-factly.

  “That’s …” she scowled at Gavin. “I only barely remember that.” Gavin chuckled.

  “I have some responsibility for your forgetfulness,” he admitted. “In my defense, it’s standard operating procedure.”

  “Explain,” Isabel said. Gavin raised an eyebrow.

  “Because you were so good,” he said, letting go of her breast and sitting up on the bed next to her. “I was assigned to follow Oz, to see if he fucked a woman, and then to seduce her myself.”

  “To create a succubus,” Isabel concluded. Gavin nodded.

  “So, you’re in league with the people who abducted me,” Isabel said. Gavin made a face.

  “Yes and no,” he said.

  “You’re not going to tell me anything useful, are you?”

  “I’m going to tell you that if anyone else, other than me, comes into this room, you need to use whatever you can of your abilities. Just don’t give into the temptation to feed on them.”

  “But you told me before not to neglect to feed.” Gavin smiled.

  “You won’t be,” he said. “Vampires and angels are not as susceptible to your charms – at least, the mind-bending aspect of them – but enough time in your company and they’ll fall.”

  “Okay,” Isabel said. “So how am I supposed to use that?”

  “By insisting that you’ll only feed from me,” Gavin said. “They’re hoping that since I can control you, and since you will need to feed nightly, that they can use me to bend you.”

  “Bend me?” Gavin nodded.

  “With the succubi they find out in the world, they have to starve them,” Gavin explained. “Keep them locked up alone until they’re willing to do anything to be allowed to feed, and until they’ve lost the ability to control minds.”

  “But not me.”

  “That was why they started sending us to dog angels’ steps,” Gavin said. “If they knew when a new succubus would be created, they could snatch her up, imprison her, and use her makers against her.” Isabel shivered.

  “Oz said … he said that the vampires want to be in the open?” Gavin nodded again.

  “Some of them do,” he told her. “I’m not one of them, personally – what good is developing years of hunting skills if I can just grab someone off the street and feed on them?” He shook his head irritably. “We’re better off being mythical; something that the higher ups don’t seem to understand.”

  “So, you’re not on their side?” Gavin smiled.

  “I’m on my side,” he told her. “For the moment, that means getting you out of here, and getting Oz away from them.”

  “It does?” Isabel stared at Gavin as he climbed out of the bed and began dressing.

  “You will tell no one,” Gavin said, meeting her gaze. “You will refuse to feed from anyone other than me that the vampires send to you. Do you understand, Isabel?” Isabel nodded. “Say it.”

  “I understand,” she said quickly. She tried to look away, annoyed. “You know, this whole ‘unquestioning obedience’ thing is irritating.” Gavin laughed.

  “I’m selling the idea of you as my own personal succubus, to train you up properly until you can be used,” Gavin said, moving closer to her. He kissed her lightly on the lips and tweaked one of her nipples with rough, playful fingers making Isabel gasp and shiver. “I’ll be back tomorrow night to feed you, greedy little thing.” He kissed her again, one hand straying down to the curve of her ass. Isabel felt him smiling against her lips.

  He let go of her and turned away, leaving the room so quickly that even if Isabel had had the presence of mind to try and follow him, she couldn’t have. The lights stayed on for a moment longer, and then – abruptly – she was in darkness again. Isabel sighed and laid back on the bed, staring up blindly in the direction of the ceiling, trying to understand what had happened to her, and what she could possibly do to get herself out of the situation she was in.

  Chapter Eleven

  Isabel could feel the hunger beginning to tug at her mind again; she wasn’t sure how long she had been in the dark, but it felt as if it were hours, at least. The feeding with Gavin had been enough to satisfy her for a while, but she knew without a doubt that her craving, her need, was growing.

  She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She had no idea what to think; about Gavin, or about Oz. Oz had been the one to explain to her what she was, and what she needed, but Gavin seemed to know just as much, only about the other side. Both Oz and Gavin are in agreement that the vampires want nothing but trouble for me, she thought, scrubbing at her face.

  The longer she lay in the dark, the better she could make out the dimensions of the room. Gavin told me not to feed from anyone else. Oz … The thought of Oz being a captive like her, maybe even somewhere in the same building, made her upset without knowing why. Oz had taken her in; he had tried to protect her. What did they do with all those clothes? It was a silly – probably an inappropriate – concern, but Isabel wondered about it, nonetheless. It was something to ask if and when Gavin ever came back to see her.

  Isabel heard movement in the corridor and blinked a few times, trying to figure out how she might be able to adjust to the light when it inevitably came on. She wasn’t sure how she was so certain that whoever was outside of her room was going to stop and enter; but she was sure of it. It was almost as if she could sense the mind on the other side of the door, the intent.

  The door opened and Isabel sat up in bed, blinking rapidly as the lights in the room came up. “Good evening, Isabel,” a feminine voice said. Isabel tried to fight down her sense of disappointment at the fact that it wasn’t Gavin. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw it was the woman from the mall. The woman looked different; she wasn’t in a suit – instead, she had put on a loose, flowing green dress. Her hair was down, which showed Isabel that it was long indeed: down to the woman’s waist, and a red so deep that it almost looked as though it had been stained in blood. “I see you enjoyed your visit with Gavin.”

  “Who are you?” Isabel pulled the blanket around her, feeling self-conscious in her nakedness.

  “Still clinging to some of your more human impulses, I see,” the woman said, sitting in the same chair that Gavin had taken when he entered earlier. “Those will go away soon enough.”

  “You didn’t answer my question?” Isabel held the woman’s gaze, remembering Gavin’s commands to her.

  “I’m here to sort of … explain a few things to you,” the woman said. Isabel hadn’t completely noticed before, but she spoke with a slight, strange accent; one she had never heard before.

  “I know I’m a succubus,” Isabel said, ticking her points off on her fingers. “I know I have to ‘feed’ on people or no matter how much I eat, I’ll starve to death.”

  The woman nodded.

  “I also know that you’re a vampire, and that Oz is an angel, and I know that you kidnapped me from the mall.” Isabel licked her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. “So, I assume you’re going to continue from there?”

  “Do you know why we took you out of Oz’s keeping, Isabel?” Isabel resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

  “I know why Oz said you would try and take me out of his keeping,” Isabel replied. “But I’m open to hearing an alternative explanation.”

  “Succubi are special,” the woman told her. “You make people feel the most divine pleasure, and you feed off of it. You’re a combination of the best traits of vampires and angels.”

  “Not hearing an explanation,” Isabel said, grateful that there was no way – to the best of her knowledge – that the woman could force her to listen quietly, or make her obey any particular command.

  “Your needs and talents make you a natural ally for vampires,” the woman said matter-of-factly. “Ultimately, what’s good for us is good for you.”

  “Okay, so you kidnapped me in order to
show me how good I could have it?” Isabel gestured around the room. “Maybe I’ll understand better how wonderful it is to be kept in a dark room that I can’t leave all by myself for hours at a time when I fully transition.” She had – in the interests of making sure – checked the door at some point during her time in the darkness after Gavin had left. There was no way to open the door from her side of it.

  “We wanted you to be properly receptive,” the woman explained. “The lights will stay on after I leave, and of course you can order food if you like it; there’s a voice address system. You can bathe, dress yourself, whatever you like. You just can’t leave this room unless you’re invited out of it.” Isabel pressed her lips together.