Dragon Hunts

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  I jumped when something brushed against my back. A pair of strong arms wrapped me in an embrace. It was Declan. He nuzzled the shell of my ear and nipped on my earlobe.

  “Gotcha,” he whispered.

  “How did you do that?”

  “Do what? My Houdini trick?”

  “Yeah. How did you disappear like that?”

  “A good magician never tells his secrets.”

  Declan swam to the edge, dragging me along with him. He propped me against the wall and enclosed me in his arms against his hard, perfect body. I gasped. I could feel his cock hardening on my belly. I instinctively grabbed it. He was as enormous as I remembered. His length was alarming. He hissed as I squeezed him. His thick cock pulsed in spasms.

  “Christ.” A low groan curled out of his masculine throat. “Harder.” His plea was a combination of a gasp and a demand.

  With both hands, I clasped his shaft and massaged his erection upwards. Declan started to pant, murmuring in a low voice, urging me to stroke him harder and faster. I was only too happy to oblige him. My nipples pebbled at his reaction. My pussy clenched and thrummed. Heat pulsed, lulling me into burning desire. I wanted to be filled. To be fucked.

  To be loved.

  Declan licked my lips. The tip of his tongue traced the inner line of my mouth. I nibbled him back. We kissed as the lust branded us both, scorching. I felt like I was going to faint. Each stroke of his tongue was treacherously dangerous, pulling me into a deeper, madder need.

  He kneaded my breasts as he swept his tongue over the roof of my mouth, marking everything as his. All rational thought evaporated from my alcohol-laden brain. My primal instincts took over. All I knew was that I needed this man as badly as I needed my next breath.

  Declan broke the kiss. He kissed the side of my jaw. My neck. He bit me, marking my flesh as his. I shivered. Each nick and suck sent exquisite pleasure straight down to my pussy.

  “Declan…”

  “Mmm?”

  I gulped hard. “Please…”

  “Please what?” His tone was controlled and precise.

  I’d never begged any man to take me. I wasn’t usually big on sex and had rarely reached an orgasm at the hands of any man I’d slept with. But Declan had changed that. His touch seared my lust. His kiss burnt my sanity to cinders.

  “Please, fuck me.” My face heated with embarrassment as I uttered my plea.

  “Say again?”

  Damn him. “Please fuck me.”

  “Please fuck me, Declan,” he corrected me.

  This time I echoed it shamelessly.

  A triumphant smile plastered itself over his handsome, young face. The veins in his temples strained as if it took a great deal of self-restraint to control his own urges. His face coloured. Even the roots of his close-cropped hair were flushed. Declan seemed to want to ravish me that very moment, as hard, as savagely as he could, which I wouldn’t mind anyway but he decided against it.

  He released my breasts. He slipped his hands to my thighs and clawed my naked ass. He lifted me slightly, to his level. I could feel his glorious length and startling hardness.

  “Now, where were we again?” he teased.

  I growled impatiently. “You’re about to—”

  I yelped as Declan penetrated me without warning. I grabbed his shoulders and buried my face on his chest. He speared into me. He was too big—I almost couldn’t take him. How could I have forgotten? This was exactly what had happened the last time.

  “I’m sorry, babe.” His apology was heart-wrenchingly sincere. “We should do this more often so you’ll get used to me.”

  Bastard.

  Declan tugged and pushed, working his way in expertly before he finally slammed home. I sucked a lungful of air between my clenched teeth. He felt so hot. His cock throbbed in my depths as if it possessed a life of its own. My pussy clasped around his shaft. The pain edged into sharp pleasure. The ecstasy was beyond words.

  “Jessie…” Declan crushed his mouth to mine. He kissed me like a demented man as he fucked me like one. He rocked me, ramming me with lash upon lash of ferocious, eager thrusts.

  It made me insane. He had barely fucked me for a dozen strokes when an urge to come started pestering me like crazy. I dug my nails into his skin. I wasn’t there yet. I needed more. Just a bit more…

  All of a sudden, he stopped.

  I tore my mouth from him. I was so close. “Declan!”

  “Yes, babe?”

  I smacked his shoulder. “You’re a tease.”

  “All you need to do is ask.”

  I groaned. “Please fuck me?” I said quietly.

  Declan pounded me and pounded me like he had before. Faster and harder. Every rough stroke and sharp pull delivered a jolt of ecstasy to my nerve-endings. I bucked against him, hungrily meeting his thrusts. He let me have my climax this time. My body went rigid as the waves of pure pleasure slammed into me. I shuddered, riding the endorphins.

  But Declan wasn’t so generous the next time. He made me beg. A lot. And if I didn’t comply, he would halt my pleasure. He seemed to get a kick out of having me beg for an orgasm. He had the stamina of an Italian stallion and the will of a heartless dictator. I found myself enslaved by carnal pleasure. I did everything he asked. It thrilled him to see me moan and groan and scream his name at the height of my pleasure. And he brought me to oblivion so many times that by the time he decided he’d had enough of the pool, I was as limp as a rag doll.

  He withdrew from me.

  I didn’t know what had happened, but a second later, I was out of the pool. My body dripped with water as he carried me to the villa.

  How did he do that? Get out of the water in a blink of the eye?

  “Declan?”

  He only purred.

  With the tips of his toes, he pushed the door open. He closed it with his heel. He carried me to the bed and lay me in the middle of the scented sheet. I was dazed when he wrenched my legs open and plunged inside me, balls-deep.

  I mewled. I cried. I swore. Declan fucked me across the bed with forceful thrusts that I was sure would bruise me for days. But I was beyond caring. All I wanted was him. My young god with the insatiable appetite.

  “Beg me, Jessie. Beg me to fuck you harder.”

  And I did. My throat was raw from all the pleading.

  “Christ.” He gritted his teeth. His pounding was incessant, bordering on manic. “Scream my name, Jessie!”

  A hard, vicious orgasm tore through me. I called his name as I blacked out. Everything went dark for a second. I felt like I was dying, in the most delicious, twisted way. He panted with me as I recovered from my blinding climax.

  I noticed he was still as hard as a rock when he pulled his cock out of me. Goodness gracious. How many rounds did it take to make him come? I was starting to think I had bitten off more than I could chew. The man was a sex machine.

  He kissed my cheek before he pushed me onto my stomach. He stroked my hair and pushed it out of the way. Silence stretched between us. I could feel his burning stare on my back as he studied my canvas of scars. He touched me, tracing each keloid and frozen welt as if he wanted to feel the pain I’d suffered.

  I wanted to say something to break the ice until I felt him kiss my back. I moaned. Each kiss was so sweet and so loving that it touched my soul. Each brush of his lips brought ghostly, hot trails that blazed like fallen stars. His kiss stopped at the small of my back.

  He ran his hands over my ass before he parted my legs wider. It took me a second to understand what he was up to.

  “Declan?”

  I heard him breathe heavily. “Aren’t you mine, Jessie?”

  I had never been fucked in the ass before. Like I said, I wasn’t usually that adventurous. I choked on the answer. “Yes.” I didn’t have the heart to deny him.

  “Good.”

  I stiffened when I felt a finger brush my back entrance. Declan collected the juice from my pussy and lubricated my anus with it. I bit my lip whe
n he pushed a finger into me. It felt so lewd and tawdry. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it. But the second he finger-fucked me anally, I changed my mind. It felt so different from being fucked in the pussy. My sphincter clasped around his finger, protesting the forbidden intrusion as the soft, satiny thrills rasped down my spine.

  “Relax, Jess. It’s going to be good. I promise.”

  And I believed him.

  I tried to relax as best as I could. My heart pounded in my throat when he inserted a second finger and made a scissoring motion. I clawed the bed. An unintended moan escaped. Morsels of pleasure burst out from my centre. My goodness. I hadn’t known it could be this good. Declan showed me a shade of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

  When he was satisfied with the state of my arousal, Declan withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at my anus. His big, blunt tip kissed the entrance. I stiffened again.

  “Relax, Jess,” he reminded me.

  I tried.

  He pushed in, shoving his hard cock into me like he had with my pussy. I shut my eyes and screamed into the bed sheet. New fire seared through me. I cried, tears leaking onto my cheeks. He paused, taking a deep breath and praising me on how good I made him feel. Despite the pleasure-pain, my heart fluttered like a butterfly.

  He thrust. And pulled. Baby pushes. Small tugs. The sensation was incredible. He wasn’t lying. He delivered on his promise. And more.

  At first, I thought he wasn’t going to fit. But somehow, he managed to fill me to the point that I thought I was going to explode. Then he stilled. His breath was as ragged as mine.

  “Oh, Jessie, you feel so damn fucking good.”

  No kidding.

  He leaned against my body and started to tug and pull. His hot breath burnt my cheek. He found my hand and wound his fingers around mine.

  “Move with me, Jessie.”

  I ground my hips against his groin. My mind went on instant vacation. His cock slid in and out, slowly at first, and when he picked up speed he fucked me. Fast. Hard. And unyielding. The pleasure was so exquisite that I found myself tethered at the precipice of another orgasm.

  “Fuck, oh, fuck,” he moaned. “Oh God, Jess…”

  Declan rammed me with rapid strokes. My hips undulated, meeting him halfway. I became addicted to the new pleasure he’d introduced me to. He seized my hips and flooded me with a series of fucks to the point that I could feel only fire.

  I came. Harder than ever before.

  Behind me, Declan exploded in climax. He swore as his cock convulsed in my ass, pumping jets of cum into my no-longer-virginal channel.

  My strength left me as I floated back to reality. I was exhausted. Declan had driven me ragged. I didn’t try to move when he pulled out of my well-abused ass. I was drifting halfway to sleep when he whispered how much he loved me.

  Chapter Four

  Declan woke me up at the crack of dawn. I wasn’t much of a morning person. Moreover, I felt achy and sore from the rabid fucking last night, like I’d been run over by a truck. I grumpily complied and headed to the bathroom. After a hot shower, I donned the most casual clothes I could find and joined him on the veranda. He was sitting on a lounger, nursing a cup of tea. A tray carrying a steaming pot was on the side table.

  “I ordered your favourite. Indonesian black jasmine tea. Drink it while it’s still hot.”

  He poured me some and I sipped it. The brew scalded my tongue, but it was so good. I blew the surface of the brew and stole a few more sips.

  “Are you awake now?” he asked.

  “Yeah, what’s the deal? It’s five thirty a.m.,” I whined. “I would love to get more sleep.”

  “I want to take you for a morning walk to see the sunrise.”

  I frowned. “You woke me up at this hour just to see the sunrise? Honestly, Declan, all sunrises have looked the same since the dawn of humanity.”

  He laughed. “That’s city-girl talk. Sunrises and sunsets in this place are breathtakingly beautiful. Do you know why Bali is called the Island of the Gods?”

  I blinked. I’d read the tourism brochure from the travel agent. This small island, part of some thousands in the Indonesian archipelago, was almost exclusively populated by Hindu people. And as I recalled, they worshipped a pantheon of gods, just like in India. “You tell me.”

  “According to local legend, it is said that upon completing the creation of the world, Ida Sang Hyang Widhi—the king of the gods—called upon the other gods at the peak of Mount Mahameru. He said to them that they needed to forge a special place where mortals could celebrate and worship them all year long. The king of the gods ordered Sang Hyang Ananta Boga—the ancient dragon god—to embody the new island they forged. Then Sang Hyang Kurma Gni—the turtle god—joined Ananta Boga and became the foundation of the island. And finally, Sang Hyang Kala—the god of protection—finished the creation by providing soil and the sky. The king of the gods was pleased with their hard work and named the island Banua Bahru, which later became known as Bali. Since the creation, all the gods and deities under Ida Sang Hyang Widhi’s command have resided in Bali. That’s why Bali is called the Island of the Gods.”

  I mouthed ‘wow’. “I didn’t know you were such an expert in local folklore.”

  Declan took a small sip from the cup. “My ancestors have strong connections with the Balinese Dragon God, Sang Hyang Ananta Boga. It is said that Ananta Boga, who was also the ruler of the kingdom of the dead, wanted human offspring. He consorted with a Balinese princess and begat a half-mortal son. This son had wanderlust. He went scouring the four corners of the world for adventure for hundreds of years before finally settling in a new land called Ireland. Our family believes we are the direct descendants of that half-mortal, dragon god’s son. The name Cairne came from the dragon god’s son’s nickname—warrior of the wind. In old Sanskrit, the name was written as camuucara and pavana. Don’t ask why that became Cairne in the Irish tongue.”

  My mouth fell open. “That’s a fascinating family history. You’re saying you’re a direct descendant of a dragon god?”

  Declan only smiled simply. “Do I look like a dragon to you?”

  Yeah, it sounded silly. I laughed along. My laughter died down when I remembered the flash of leathery wings I thought I had seen last night. I quickly shook the notion away. Nah. Impossible. It must have been a figment of my imagination. Make that an alcohol-induced figment.

  Declan rose from his seat. “Are you ready?”

  I followed his suit. “Yes, I am.”

  “Are you tired?”

  “A little,” I admitted.

  “Sore?”

  I grinned. “Guess.”

  “Poor you.” Declan pecked a kiss on my cheek. “No sex today, then.”

  Somehow, I mourned his decision.

  He held my hand and we walked outside. He told me to leave my shoes on the veranda. We went barefoot.

  Morning dew caressed my feet as we strolled on the grass. The wind was slightly chilly. Luckily, I had my sweater on. The hotel was built near a hillside, surrounded by lush, fertile rice fields. It carried a theme of traditional Balinese villages. That was why all the villas had been built surrounding the main building, mimicking the tranquillity of the surrounding nature but with the luxury of an upscale resort.

  Our villa nestled just near a river, flanked by emerald-green rice fields. We walked hand in hand along narrow dirt paths. About two hundred feet away, a wooden pavillion had been erected in the middle of a rice field for the hotel guests who wanted to relax in seclusion. The place was empty when we got there. Either that or Declan had reserved the spot exclusively.

  We washed our feet with water from the big earthenware bowl at the bottom of the step and climbed up the open and airy pavillion. We sat side by side on the edge of the structure, our feet brushing against the stalks of rice plants. Declan wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I rested my head on his chest.

  We watched the sunrise together.

  Declan hadn�
�t been kidding. The sunrise was spectacular. On the horizon above the tree line, the sun slowly ascended, painting the sky with glowing hues of orange and red. Birds chirped and roosters crowed from afar. I might have heard the low grunt of the water buffalo that local farmers employed to till the fields. There was an air of magic in this place that made every fibre of my being mellow and relaxed. People said Bali was an island of paradise.

  It was true.

  After watching the sunrise, we headed to the in-house restaurant to have breakfast. Always business-like, Declan had the whole day planned. He took me shopping in the capital, which was a couple of hours’ ride away, for casual dresses and shoes. I had only packed my business clothes, with the company meeting in mind. Then we went window-shopping from one art gallery to another. Declan bought a few Balinese paintings and sculptures. We had a nice lunch at a restaurant in Sanur beach, and spent the whole afternoon lounging on the sand. We went back to our hotel after sunset. I was too tired even for dinner. Declan hustled me off to bed when he noticed I could barely open my eyes.

  My cell phone rang at about four in the morning, jolting me awake. I trudged across the room, looking for my purse. I found it on the table. I rummaged through it impatiently and fished out my phone. I didn’t recognise the phone number on the screen.

  “Hello?”

  “Mommy?”

  “Bobby? What’s wrong?” My motherly instincts flared up. I had just spoken to him a few hours earlier before I went to bed and he’d been fine. Last night Curran had introduced him to a popular multi-player online game and they had been on a quest for dwarf gold. I checked the time. Bobby was supposed to be at school at this hour.

  “I’m fine, Mom. I don’t want you to worry. I can take care of myself.” My son was mature for a boy his age.

  “I know, sweetie. Did something happen? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

  “I’m playing hooky. I borrowed a cell phone from my friend to call you. I told Marcus my mom would pay the bill.”

  “Why did you do that?” My son was quiet, not the type who liked to stir up trouble.