Forbidden Dragon (The Bride Hunt Book 5)

by Charlene Hartnady

“Lift your ass,” he instructed.

  She did as he said and he pushed her skirt up over her hips. She felt embarrassment flood her for a second. Her panties would be soaked, she was that turned on.

  Granite tore his gaze off of her and looked down between her legs. His nostrils flared as he breathed deeply.

  She knew what he would see, Louise was wearing a black lacy set. Darker colors worked better against her white complexion. Oh god! The way he was looking at her between her thighs made her want to squirm. She tried to control her breathing. He wasn’t even touching her, yet everything felt like it was tightening, clenching and throbbing under his scrutiny.

  Granite leaned down and sucked on her sex right through her lacy panties. The lace rubbed against her swollen clit. Louise’s hips bucked and she grit her teeth wanting more. Oh how she wanted more … needed to have his mouth on her.

  “So fucking delicious!” he groaned against her, causing goosebumps to breakout all over her body. She felt him shove the material aside, felt cool air against her most intimate place before his hot tongue laved her.

  She made a whimpering noise and threw her head back. She groaned when he sucked on her clit. None of her exes had ever sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves before. It caused her breath to catch and her back to bow just a little. Another hard suck followed by more of that laving. Her back bowed a whole lot more. She felt his finger at her opening, pressing against it. It felt thick, like his thumb maybe. Her hips were rocking against his face but there was nothing she could do about it. The finger pressed a tad harder, threatening to breach her. He sucked on her, just as the very tip pushed in.

  Her mouth fell open, her eyes widened. She gripped his head with both her hands, her body jerked as an orgasm ripped through her. It was huge, it was earth-shattering. It was everything she dreamed it would be with his mouth on her, working her. She made a weird noise from the back of her throat, sounding more like a primal creature than a human being. It couldn’t be helped. She was no longer in control of her own body, he was. Right here and right now, he owned her.

  Chapter 18

  “So damned sweet,” he rumbled, his mouth still against her swollen flesh. He had to be inside her within the next minute or his dick might just self-combust of its own accord. He glanced up, her head was tossed back, her mouth slack. She licked her lips and blinked a few times. Then he looked back down at her pink-flushed pussy. It was glistening with her release. There was a thin strip of fur, it was the same orange as her hair. So damned pretty. “I’m going to fuck you now, Louise.”

  She gave a nod and turned her hazed-over eyes to him.

  Granite crawled up her sexy body. He gave a tug on the edge of her top. “This needs to come off.”

  She nodded again and lifted her arms. Granite pulled the garment off of her. Her hair was wild about her face and shoulders, so vivid against the white pillow. He loved it.

  Her breasts were encased in black lace. He could see her pink nipples through the fabric. Her soft curves were like ripe, little peaches. He nipped at one of the nubs through the lace and she moaned. There was a pearl clasp in between her breasts. He gave it a flick and her soft curves popped out. Small and sweet. Oh so fucking sweet.

  Granite had to groan as he took one of the ripe raspberry tips into his mouth and sucked. So did the little doctor. She rocked her hips forward. Or tried to, but he was in the way. He could feel the heat from her pussy. Could scent her need. He had meant what he said, this female needed to be fucked almost as much as she needed her next breath and by the way she was gulping down air, it was a whole hell of a lot.

  Granite moved his attention to her neck. He licked and sucked her flesh there as well. He gripped her knee and pulled it up. He pulled his towel free, feeling the wet lace against his straining dick.

  He needed inside and he needed it now. Granite reached between her legs and yanked at the fabric; it tore like thin paper in his hand. Then he stuck a finger inside her, deep inside. Louise cried out something he couldn’t make out, her hips jerked forward.

  So fucking receptive. Very wet but so fucking tight he needed to be careful. Careful was the last thing he wanted right now. Every instinct he possessed told him to take her and to do it now. Her scent was maddening.

  Granite took back her mouth as he lined up his tip with her opening. Her legs closed around his hips and she rubbed her wet heat against him.

  “Oh god!” she groaned into his mouth. “Oh!” Another moan as he pressed his tip against her welcoming flesh. Despite being so tight, it felt like her pussy pulled him in. Her flesh sucked him down. Tight, yet so welcoming he couldn’t suppress a groan as more of him slid inside her. Using gentle thrusts and a circling motion, he slowly entered her slick pussy. He grit his teeth and breathed through his nose. All he wanted to do was ram himself inside her, he had a feeling he would come in seconds if he did. This was about her first. All her.

  The little female writhed and moaned. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Oh, Granite,” her voice was filled with awe. Her hips kept rocking, moving faster than his were. Clumsy and sexy in equal measure. Her moans were thick with lust. His balls pulled tight.

  “So good!” he moaned.

  “Mmmmhmmm …” she arched against him.

  His hips finally hit hers, he was balls-deep. Although Granite stopped moving, she continued to pant. He had her pinned down so she couldn’t move. Not an inch. He kissed her hard and deep.

  Granite pulled out slowly before plunging back into her … hard. She bit his tongue, not so hard to draw blood but hard enough that it stung … a bit. It sent a bolt of pleasure right to his balls. He almost came there and then. Thank fuck he managed to hold back. He grit his teeth for a few seconds, feeling sweat bead on his brow.

  Then he pulled back and thrust again and again. Her legs tightened around him and her finger dug deeper. Her pussy fluttered on the next thrust and then she was coming on a long drawn out moan. More receptive than he’d ever experienced before. He had to fight to keep from tumbling with her as her sex spasmed hard around him.

  He groaned as she began to come down. Granite kept moving, kept his thrusts controlled and rhythmic.

  “Oh my …” she moaned; her breathing was loud, it filled the small space. Granite slowed even more until he stopped moving entirely. He’d give her a minute to catch her breath and then all bets were off.

  Louise buried her face in his chest and groaned. It wasn’t a good groan. It was an oh-fuck-what- have-I-done groan. Granite lifted his head so that he could make eye contact. It was the weirdest thing, she had this ‘just come’ grin on her face and yet she looked … embarrassed. “Are you okay?”

  She bit down on her lower lip for a second. “I’m sorry!”

  “What could you possibly have to be sorry about?”

  “I couldn’t help it.”

  She wasn’t looking at him, she was staring at his chest instead. “Couldn’t help what?” He cupped her chin and forced him to look at her.

  Her eyes were wide. “Um …” she gave a tight smile. “I come so easily with you … it’s so embarrassing.”

  “It’s amazing. I love how your body reacts to mine. How easy it is to get you wet, how just a simple touch can get you off.”

  She frowned. “It’s not a bad thing? You see, I’m not normally like this. Not that …”

  He kissed her softly. “I love it. Fucking love it. Let’s see how many times we can make you lose it before sunrise.”

  She gave a nod, looking unsure. It was up to him to show her that he meant every word he had uttered. Every last one.

  She felt like an idiot. What was it about this man? It was as if Granite had a detailed map of her body outlining every single nook and cranny. He was tuned in to her like no one else before. It was embarrassing. He had yet to come himself. It wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed. She couldn’t help it though. There was nowhere to hide, no way to play it down. Each of her orgasms had blasted through her. Her body was helpless bu
t to react. She had tried so hard to hold it together but feeling him inside her, so deep, so full, had been her undoing. His movements were powerful, each movement precise.

  His cock throbbed, their bodies still joined. “I want to take you from behind.” His eyes had a feral look.

  It sent a thrill through her and she nodded. Her belly felt coiled tight. That heavy feeling was back. She’d come twice already and she wanted more. It was unbelievable but she wanted it all, everything he had to give. She only prayed it would be enough. That she would be able to walk away without a backwards glance. Even worse, that she would be able to work with him, see him often. He was a patient. No! She wasn’t going to think about how she’d crossed the line. Rules aside, it was her own line.

  Granite pulled out of her and she felt empty and achy. “Let’s get you out of this.” He tugged at her skirt. She shrugged her bra off her shoulders and unzipped the skirt. All the while, her eyes were drawn to his cock. It was a thing of beauty. So long and thick, slick with her juices. His sacs weren’t as big as she remembered them. They were pulled up tight against his body. She licked her lips, wanting to suck on his long length, wanting to fondle his balls. She’d love to make him come with her mouth.

  “Don’t …” Granite gave a low growl.

  Her eyes flashed to his. They were crinkled at the sides. Amusement etched in their depths. “Don’t look at my dick like that, it won’t take much to make me come and I’d really like to find release buried deep inside your tight body.”

  He had a way of speaking that turned her on and in a bad way. His words made her feel hot all over. Granite gripped the edge of her skirt and pulled it off, taking what was left of her ruined underwear with it.

  “On your hands and knees,” he used his bossy tone. She didn’t mind so much right now. Not when her core was begging to be filled. Begging for more.

  Louise did as he said, arching her back so that her ass would be in the air. Her butt was one of her best features. Hillary had been right about that.

  “So pretty.” He squeezed her ass and ran a finger down her slit. It was so slippery down there she almost felt embarrassed. How could she think about anything though when his thumb circled her clit? Just once but it was enough to make her moan. She had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from begging him.

  “Go down onto your elbows and brace yourself,” he gripped her hips as he spoke.

  She whimpered as his tip breached her opening. Just the very tip. God but he was big.

  She lowered herself and braced against the mattress. Her face plowed into the soft duvet as he thrust into her, right to the hilt. It took her breath away. Full and stretched to capacity in an instant.

  Granite didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, he kept driving into her using hard, powerful thrusts. The coiling sensation increased. She made moaning noises with each hard shove. The moans sounded choked. Her breasts were mashed up against the bedding. Her knees barely touching. Her eyes were wide. Her body tensing. More coiling. More heaviness. A louder, higher-pitched moan was torn from her. The sounds of his body slapping against hers filled the room. Her body made a wet suction noise each time he withdrew. This was sex at its most raw and primal form. It was better than all the sex she’d had to date all rolled into one.

  Granite was grunting. His hard breaths were almost as loud as her own. His fingers dug into her. He gripped a handful of her hair and pulled lightly as his body began to jerk into her. His movements turned frantic, his noises animalistic.

  It was enough to send her spiraling. She yelled into the bedcover as her body let go. All that pent-up ecstasy coursed through her in a rush of endorphins and pleasure so blinding it made her eyes water.

  Granite roared. She felt hot spurts inside her. He jerked a few times before slowing. Then he caged her with his body, his head was against her back. He was breathing heavily, they both were.

  What now? Did she gather her things and leave? Did he want her to stay? Hillary was right, this was her first time at doing anything like this. Sex for the sake of sex. It was the best sex she had ever had but she hadn’t thought of what would happen after.

  Granite pulled out of her. “Don’t move,” a soft rumble.

  Within a half a minute he was back, warm towel in hand. He wiped her clean. It seemed that the king of the Earth dragons could be a good guy if he wanted to be.

  Then he pulled her into his arms. Like they were lovers or something. “Why are you so tense?” he asked as he began to tickle her back using the tips of his fingers.

  “I don’t really know what to do.” Louise lifted her head so that she could look at his side profile. Granite lay on his back. “Should I leave?”

  “I told your friend not to make plans with you tomorrow. I spoke of fucking you until the sun came up. I meant it.” He glanced her way. “I meant all of it. You are mine right up until we leave tomorrow.”

  Mine.

  It sent a shiver coursing through her. She knew he didn’t mean it like that, but still. Louise gave a nod.

  “I take it you don’t need a long rest to recoup?” she smiled.

  Granite shook his head. He took ahold of her hand and pulled it beneath the sheet. His dick was hard and thick. “This is what you do to me. I want you again. Once was nowhere near enough.”

  Louise curled her fingers around the length of him and all of his features turned pinched and tense. She felt his muscles tighten.

  “You are the one who needs a break,” his voice was deep and husky.

  Instead of answering him, she curled her hand around his thick girth and gave his dick a long, hard tug. Granite’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Careful female.”

  Louise smiled as she tugged on him again, this time rubbing one of her fingers over his tip.

  “That’s it,” Granite smiled as he rolled on top of her. They almost fell off of the narrow bed. Louise laughed, it quickly turned into a moan as he pushed into her. Granite kissed her as he sank deeper.

  Chapter 19

  Granite turned another pancake. It was golden brown perfection. His stomach grumbled. The scent of bacon filled the small kitchen. A dish of the crisped pork was in the warming drawer.

  There was orange juice and some maple syrup on the table. His stomach grumbled again. It was turning in on itself at this point.

  He hadn’t been able to get enough of the little doctor. It was one rut session after another. Thankfully, she had seemed just as eager. They’d finally fallen asleep as the sun was rising. He hadn’t meant it literally when he’d talked about rutting her all night and yet it had happened. Granite was worried that she might be a bit sensitive this morning.

  They didn’t have huge amounts of time left. Enough for a shower and some leisurely breakfast.

  Using the spatula, he eased the pancake out of the pan onto the growing stack and poured in some more batter. Then he angled the pan so that the batter spread out evenly, placing the pan back on the stove.

  “Wow!” her voice was croaky. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

  He had to smile at the sight of her. Hair a wild mess. Eyes heavy with sleep, or lack thereof. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. In short, she still had that just fucked look and he loved it on her. “Good morning,” he smiled.

  She returned the smile. It went from lazy to a wide grin in a few seconds. She was clearly remembering all the things they had done last night. Each position, every orgasm. There had been a number of those. The female remained as receptive as she had been at the start. It was a rare gift and he’d taken full advantage of it.

  “Morning.” She looked down at her bare feet, the smile had turned a tad shy. Shy! After everything that had gone down. It was really sweet.

  “I like your shirt.”

  She blushed. A blush! It was refreshing. “Sorry!” a whisper. “I hope you don’t mind?” She fingered the cotton. It was his shirt. The white one he’d worn last night. It looked amazing on her.

  No! She looke
d amazing in it.

  “Take a seat,” he gestured to the small dining-room table. More of a breakfast nook really. “I’ll get you some food. Pour yourself a glass of orange juice. There is fresh brewed coffee if you would prefer.”

  Her eyes widened and she made a moaning noise that went straight to his dick despite their marathon fuckfest.

  “I’d kill for some.” Her eyes moved around the small kitchen until they landed on the pot. “No fair by the way.” She glanced back at him. “You showered.”

  He looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist.

  She gave a soft snort, drawing his attention back to him. “I still smell like … well …”

  “You scent of sex and of me,” his voice took on a feral edge.

  She turned, leaning back against the counter like she needed the support. “Oh! Well, that’s okay then.”

  It was more than okay. She’d scent of him for a couple of days. Two or three tops. He found he liked his smell on her. Not in a possessive way. Not to stake a claim or anything. It wasn’t just his scent. It was the smell of endorphins. The ultimate scent of satisfaction and relaxation. Her scent together with that just fucked look had his dick hardening up. He was a sick bastard. That was for fucking sure. Then again, he was looking at six more months before he would be able find release inside a female again. Unless he was successful in finding the right female on the next hunt. Granite wasn’t holding his breath. That had been a dead-end so far. It didn’t help that he couldn’t trust any of them. It was something to worry about another day.

  Louise turned back towards the cupboard that housed the mugs. She reached up on her toes. It was a view he could get used to. Lean thighs, her ass so close to being on display that his dick took notice … even more notice.

  The scent of burning caught his attention. “Shit!” he muttered as he flipped the pancake. It was streaked with black and beyond salvaging.

  He pulled one of the drawers open and scraped the burned pancake into the bin.