by Julia Mills
She bolted straight up in bed, eyes wide open, and gasped. Was she sure? She thought for a moment, waiting for her special intuition to kick in and tell her something was wrong, but nothing happened. Yea, she was sure. She had no idea why, but she was sure she was meant to be with Aidan. She wasn’t anywhere near ready to commit to forever, but she knew they were supposed to meet and last night was most definitely supposed to happen. He completed something deep within her, something she couldn’t explain, but was damn sure going to enjoy while it lasted and see where it took them. She was pretty sure he felt the same way. When he touched her, he made her feel like she was the only woman in the world, and she would swear she had seen flashes of something so much more in his beautiful amber eyes.
She sighed, not able to remember the last time, if ever, she had felt so complete. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stopped when she looked at her scraped knees. Visions of all that had happened in the parking garage came back with a vengeance. She shook as she remembered how scared she had been. Had it not been for Aidan and his friends, she would be dead, her body thrown away like yesterday’s trash, just another statistic and set of crime scene photos. She had to get out of bed. When she thought about the weird things that had happened in the office and then those men in the garage, her special intuition shot cold chills up and down her spine. Those two things were connected and she needed to find out what was being done to figure out how. With all thoughts of lovemaking and one very edible man locked away for another time, she switched her focus to solving the mystery surrounding her attack while she headed to the shower.
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Aidan heard the shower come on and knew Grace had finally awakened. He had been on the phone with Max and a few other contacts, as well as mind speaking with his Force brethren, since right before the sun had risen. He hadn’t wanted to leave the warmth of his mate, but he needed to know how the men that attacked Grace were connected to the wizards, and if it had anything to do with his brother. If he found out that Andrew had anything to do with his mate’s injuries, his little brother would not live long enough to make it to the Elders and the Tribunal. He would rip him apart with his bare hands. He took a deep breath to shake himself out of his rage; Max was talking and he had missed half of it. “My people have seen several less than honorable men meeting with the wizard leader and a few of his lieutenants. They said these men stank of aggression and hate. They weren’t able to get close enough to know everything that was discussed, but they did hear the wizard leader instruct them on the use of a key he gave them, telling them it operated an elevator and he told them where to find the file containing evidence. Sure sounds like the guys you and your boys took care of last night.”
“Yea, it damn sure does. Were they able to hear why they wanted the file or what stake they had in a criminal case being handled by the State Prosecutor’s office?”
“No, they only heard what they did because of their enhanced hearing. The people I have in place are half breeds; one panther parent, one human. It’s the perfect combination to keep their true natures hidden from the wizards, but they are still being treated as newbies and not allowed close to the leader, especially when he is meeting with outsiders. They are slowly being given more access. The idiot wizards think that we are so driven by our animal side that we can’t be with a human. So the half breeds’ subdued characteristics allow them to blend more easily and not arouse suspicion.” Aidan could hear Max shrug through their connection, “Their ignorance works better for us.”
“You’re so right. Thank the Universe for small favors. At this point I’ll take them where I can get them,” Aidan chuckled. “You said there had been others coming and going. Are they all from the same gang?”
“My spies believe so. They picked up the underlying scent of oil and exhaust fumes on all of the outsiders. Definitely something they’d all come in contact with at one time or another. One of the boys is a pretty good tracker. As soon as he can, he is going to sneak away and track them to where they are hiding out.”
“I cannot thank you and your pride enough, Max. I owe you a debt I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just invite me to the mating party. I hear you dragons know how to do it right.”
Aidan laughed, “Our mating parties are legendary. I’ll make sure you all are invited.” He looked over his shoulder just as a freshly showered Grace walked into the room in a short royal blue robe that made her eyes shine brighter than usual. But it was the long alabaster legs flowing from under that robe that robbed him of his next thought. He heard Max saying something in his ear, but all he could do was say goodbye and disconnect the call. He would call him back and apologize later, but right now his mate stood there looking better than any dream he had ever had. Her hair was wet and brushed back from her face. He didn’t think it possible but it looked even darker than usual. The way the morning sun shone through the partially opened curtain haloed her beautiful head and highlighted certain strands to an almost navy blue color. Her cheeks had a blush that reminded him of her arousal and brought thoughts of the night before to his mind; not that they had every truly left. Before he knew he had moved, he was standing in front of her, holding her chin gently, looking into those hypnotic azure pools, “How are you feeling this morning, mo ghra’?” He lightly rubbed under her chin with his forefinger.
Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip and he wanted to follow it with his, “A little sore, but better, thank you,” she breathed. She lifted her hand and rubbed his forearm, the electricity between them sizzled.
Aidan leaned forward slowly, never breaking eye contact. When his lips touched hers, their eyes slid shut as they both breathed a sigh. It felt like neither had truly been breathing since their lips last touched. Their tongues lightly met and a switch was flipped. His hands flew to her ass, gripping the firm full globes as he lifted her and walked backwards to the couch. Grace gripped his shoulders. He felt her tiny nails dig in until he was sure she drew blood. He smiled against her mouth; his mate had claws. Their kiss was carnal; teeth crashing, tongues thrashing, they were breathing for each other, eating at each other’s mouth, unsure where one ended and the other began. Aidan landed hard on the couch, driving his boxer short covered erection against her aroused, silk covered clit. She tore her mouth from his, threw her head back, and rolled her hips. He felt her pussy gush from the contact, the front of his boxers instantly wet from her excitement. This woman was amazing. If he did not get inside of her soon, he knew his head would blow right off his shoulders.
Aidan could not resist his gorgeous mate’s neck, bared to him. He licked and sucked, savoring the taste that was uniquely Grace; a taste that drove him crazy with desire and filled him with a sense of home and belonging. His hands slipped under her robe and pulled until her beautiful breasts were bared to him. He latched onto her already erect nipple, licking and sucking it to a painful peak before scraping his teeth across the very tip. The moan that rose from deep in her throat told him all he needed to know. He slid his hands under the silky fabric of her panties gripping the large globes of her ass, kneading and massaging while she continued her sensual lap dance, making rational thought impossible.
He slipped a finger into her weeping pussy and she cried out, grinding for more contact. He curled the tip in a little ‘come hither’ motion that just grazed the magical bundle of nerves seated above with a whisper touch. Grace bore down harder, trying to increase the pressure, but he used his incredible strength holding her bottom up, keeping her from getting the contact she so desperately wanted. Her eyes flew open and she speared him with a look he was sure had made weaker men shiver, “Aidan, I need…” He slid a second finger into her now contracting channel causing her to lose all train of thought and her eyelids to droop with only a sliver of their arresting blue visible.
“Yes, mo chroi, what do you need?”
“More… Aidan…please…” she panted. “I’m so…” befo
re she could finish, he placed his thumb against her swollen nub and pushed. Grace came with a scream of his name and gush of juices that further soaked the front of his boxers. Grace in the throes of passion, riding his fingers, shouting his name was a thing of absolute beauty. His fingers continued their sensual glide, ringing the very last tremor of her orgasm from her. She collapsed against his chest, his fingers still deep inside of her.
She traced patterns in his sweat soaked chest, running her nails over his toffee colored nipples. He gasped and the fingers still deep within her jerked, causing the muscles of her feminine walls to contract. Her hand slid down his chest until she reached the waistband of his boxers. “You have too many clothes on, sir.” She looked at him through her thick black lashes and batted her eyes. In any other situation he would have laughed, but sitting here with her in his lap, fingers buried deep in her pussy, and that look on her face, all he could think about was thrusting his painfully hard cock into her hot wet channel.
They stared into each other’s eyes while her hand slipped under his waistband and grabbed his pulsing cock. He could feel how her hand stretched to close around his considerable girth. She swiped her thumb over the weeping tip and used the moisture to tease the underside of his ridge around the head of his penis, pressing on the vein bulging from his excitement. “Shit…” he hissed between clenched teeth, as she ran her thumb as far down the length of that vein as she could reach. He was sure she had studied torture at some point in her life. Grace lifted her head, bit his puffy bottom lip, and licked away the sting. Aidan let his fingers slide from her. She groaned at the loss, but he quickly grabbed the thin silk straps at her hips and ripped, throwing the ruined undergarment to the floor, while her robe hung open, baring her luscious breasts to him, the belt held fast. He leaned forward and once again sucked her hardened tip into the warmth of his mouth; he teased and tortured her tender flesh as he untied the belt, ripped her robe from her body, leaving her completely bare to him.
The only thing stopping him from his goal of being buried deep inside his mate were his own damn boxers. Her nipple came out of his mouth with a pop as he lifted his hips, bumping his straining cock against her swollen lips, forcing a gasp from her beautiful mouth. He grabbed the waistband and with his considerable strength, tore the offending garment from his body, throwing it over his shoulder. The world could have come to an end in that moment and he would not have cared. All that mattered was burying himself to the hilt in his gorgeous mate. He once again grabbed her ass, lifted her slightly, and drove himself into her as far and as deep as he could. He thrust his hands into her hair, holding her head completely still, “Look at me, mo ghra’” he commanded. Her eyes collided with his and held firm. He tilted his hips up and back, making tiny back and forth movements inside Grace’s contracting channel, touching every already sensitive part of her, bumping her clit every time he raised his hips. The electricity between them sizzled and snapped like a downed power line on a wet street.
Grace struggled to catch her breath, but he already knew there was not enough air in the room. Aidan kneaded her butt, spreading the juices that were flowing freely from her arousal as he slipped his finger along the crack of her ass. He teased her rosebud and she pushed her ass farther into his hand. He smiled knowing one day, he would love her there too.
He pumped harder and faster into Grace, lengthening his strokes until he was lifting her completely off his lap and dropping her back onto his dick. She held his shoulders and rode him with abandon, squeezing him tight on each down stroke and swiveling her hips when she touched down, grinding her engorged clit against his pelvis. From the ripple of his dragon marking against his skin, he knew his beast was enjoying their love making almost as much as he. He wondered if Grace could feel a tingle under her left thigh from the tail of his marking, for his dragon was very excited. He drove harder and harder into her as her pussy gripped him tighter and tighter. They were both sweat covered, panting like they had just run a marathon when Aidan reached between their bodies, gripped her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger, and rubbed. Their rhythm became frantic, and in the next breath, they came with such force he was sure the earth had moved. Their climax went on and on as he emptied everything he had into her slowing his pace while Grace’s feminine walls continued to milk his softening cock, he reveled in all they were together. When the contractions ceased, she collapsed against him, fighting to catch her breath.
Brushing the hair from her face, he let himself slide over until he was lying on his side, holding Grace in his arms with her head against his chest and his cock still deep inside of her. He listened as her breathing returned to normal and her body began to cool. Grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch so she didn’t catch a chill, he thought how funny it was that in such a short time he thought only her needs, she had truly become the most important thing to him. He rubbed her back, letting his fingers glide along her spine, loving the feel of her soft as rose petals skin. His mate was utter perfection. Her muscles flexed and he knew she was about to sit up. Doing anything to keep contact with her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
When they settled, her chin was propped on her hand, while she lay on his chest, wide-eyed and flushed. He watched the emotions war within her expressive blue eyes and waited while she worked out whatever was bothering her. “What is it about you that makes me trust you?” she blurted out.
He smiled at her while his fingers resumed their trail up and down her spine, the allure of her silken silk too much for him to resist. He simply could not resist caressing her. “Maybe we are meant to be together,” he shrugged. “Do you believe in fate?”
She scoffed and he watched a sliver of unease flash in her eyes then just as quickly it was gone. “Is that what you think this is… fate?” she said with more than a little doubt.
“Hear me out, mo ghra’.” He watched her internal debate, knowing when she had reached the decision to listen to him. “I know your nature is to have the facts. You believe everything must be logical and have a definite explanation. But what if the explanation for why we feel the way we do after knowing each other for such a short time is just that, fate? Would you be able to accept that?”
“First of all, what are the names you keep calling me? The language is beautiful but I really need to know what you are saying. It’s rather unnerving.” She was purposely dodging his questions. He could see that she was not sure how to answer his original question. He watched as she reached the realization that things in her world were quickly changing. Then he witnessed her rein in her emotions and put her ‘lawyer face’ (as he was beginning to think of it) on.
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He laughed so hard the rumbling in his chest set off a whole new set of delicious shocks, which tightened all kinds of wonderful places in her body. She felt his semi-erect cock, still buried deep within her, twitch. Tamping down her body’s reaction to this addictive man proved harder than she thought possible. He was like a drug that she was quickly becoming addicted to. Her body was still coming down from the orgasms they had just shared; how in the hell was she ready for more? Regardless of her body’s addiction to him, she had to get some answers. There would never be a better time than this moment at least that is what she kept telling herself and her wayward body. Strengthening her resolve, she turned her patented stare on him and waited for his response.
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“I understand it must be incredibly ‘unnerving’.” He had to bite the insides of his mouth and take a deep breath to continue without laughing at her again. The ‘lawyer face’ looked permanently painted on. He had to use much of his considerable strength to resist the urge to kiss it right off of there. She thought she was intimidating, and he was also sure that she would be right pissed off if he told her he found that particular look adorable. His mate was feisty; she didn’t take shit from anyone and he loved it. He looked forward to hundreds and hundreds of years of her giving him a run for his money.
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nbsp; Now, to tell her what he was really calling her without her freaking out on him or even worse, laughing in his face. He shifted his gaze and focused on a painting hanging on the opposite wall. “I’m speaking to you in the language of my ancestors. Mo ghra’ means my love and mo chroi, my heart.” He looked back to her face and saw her stern demeanor melting away and hurried on before she could interrupt. “That is what you mean to me, Grace, and have from the first moment I saw you. You see, I was taught to believe in fate, and I know in my heart that we are meant to be together, for all of our days.” Her lips were in the form of an ‘o’ and her eyes wide as saucers. He had expected to see some kind of doubt, or even anger in her expressive blue eyes, but what he saw made him want to jump for joy. There was hope, and more than a little of an emotion he was scared to name too soon, reflected back at him.