Dragos: The Complete Bundle (Books 1, 1.5, 2, 3 and 4)

by Amber Kallyn

  The thought was slightly terrifying, but the burn flashed hotter, denying her the ability to think. She could only feel as Garreth pushed her high onto the ledge. Her legs trembled, sharp moans coming from her throat. She grasped fistfuls of his hair, clenching tight, holding on to some form of reality as his mouth and hands pushed her over.

  The tremors spread through her, erupting from her in a heady scream. He continued his onslaught, pushing her higher and higher until she couldn’t take any more. Before the first orgasm dissipated, the next crashed into her, leaving her weak, yet supremely satisfied.

  With a wink, Garreth picked her up and carried her into the large shower. The warm spray felt icy against her flushed skin.

  He hurried to adjust the temperature, then let her body slide down along his until her feet touched the tile floor. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

  She laid her forehead against his chest, trying to calm her breathing, her racing pulse. His scent filled her, wrapping her in a cocoon that denied the outside world even a crack to enter.

  “I have never felt so…” His voice was husky, almost unsure. “Before,” he finally finished.

  “Nor have I,” she replied, swamped by foreign emotions she wasn’t sure how to control. Afraid they would refuse to be corralled and be put in their proper place, but instead, take over her life.

  As his hands roamed her body, enflaming her desire once more, she refused to think about anything but the now. At least for a little while.

  Chapter Nine

  Garreth loved touching the softness of her skin. Slickened by water, she felt like silk. Yet, her muscles were still tense and a shadow lingered in her eyes.

  Pain.

  Fear.

  Caution.

  He wanted to make all of it go away for a little while, to give her some peace and pleasure, holding everything else back for as long as he could. His dragon agreed. Their little mate was so tense, she needed some playfulness in her life.

  Garreth would have never thought he could feel the need to play such a role for anyone. Life was hard, harsh, and his job showed him the worst of all creatures, human or magical. Yet for this tiny, exotic woman, he wanted to be whatever she needed.

  A grin crept to his mouth and he stepped back. Cupping his hand, he filled it with water, then splashed her. Not the greatest effect, but it worked.

  She grinned wobbly. “What was that?”

  “Playing. Care to join me?” he asked huskily.

  Arching an eyebrow, Anna reached up and detached the showerhead, turning the spray full force at his face.

  Spluttering, Garreth narrowed his eyes at the smart little dragoness laughing at him. He grabbed the sprayer on the opposite wall and drenched her.

  They played for a few minutes, before he dropped it and grabbed her around the waist, slamming her body to his. The playfulness fled, replaced by growing desire as her wet, naked body slid against him. His cock grew harder, pressing against her soft skin.

  Her eyes darkened, face flushing a becoming pink high on her cheeks. Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip. With a groan of desire, he tightened his grip, pulling her closer as he devoured her soft mouth.

  Their tongues battled as she slid her hands over his body, her nails scraping along his skin sending heat and desire to his throbbing cock.

  He backed her to the tiled wall, his hardness pressing between her thighs.

  Anna blinked up at him, her chest heaving, nipples rubbing against his pecs. She tightened her thighs on his cock, pressing it between her legs, making him almost lose control.

  “Baby, you’re playing with fire,” he rasped.

  She swallowed, her eyes widening. “I’m not afraid of getting burned.”

  “Good.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her moist warmth pressing against him. Hands clenching his shoulders, Anna let her head fall back against the tile as Garreth ran his tongue along her jaw and down her neck. Pinning her to the wall, he freed one hand to grasp a breast and take her nipple into his mouth. She shuddered, moaning.

  Laving her puckered bud with his tongue, Garreth jerked his hips back and maneuvered his cock to her sweet entrance. He eased inside her tight heat. Her muscles clenched around him, her pussy drawing him in further until he was fully sheathed.

  She moaned, the sound joining his own groan of pleasure.

  “You feel so good, honey,” he growled. His dragon clawed within him, demanding he claim her once and for all, fulfilling the last step of their mating bond.

  But he kept a sliver of his right mind, enough to know pushing this woman into such a thing would be disastrous. Instead, he concentrated on making the night nothing but pleasure for them both.

  Her nails dug into his back as she arched, pushing against the wall, while he eased in and out of her warmth. Her legs were tight on his hips, her whimpers flaming his lust until he wanted to ram into her. But this time would be sweet.

  Using every inch of his control, borrowing on his dragon’s strength, Garreth kept his movements slow, savoring the feel of her pussy around his cock. Her nails dug deeper as she gasped out quick, squeaky breaths.

  He plastered her against the wall, meeting her mouth with a furious kiss. Their tongues fought, teeth nipped. He savored her taste, spicy, exotic like her looks, tempered with something sweet, almost honey.

  His control began to slip, tearing from his grasp as easily as the wind.

  * * *

  Anna sucked his lip into her mouth and eased it between her teeth. She bit down, urged on by his shouted groan. His hands gripped her ass tighter. His chest pressed into her breasts. And his pito filled her with hot pleasure, fueling the burn, calling to her dragon, drawing frayed strings inside her back together, trying to make her complete.

  Whole.

  He ground his hips against hers, his length touching places she had never known existed. The intensity of him easing in and out pushed her higher.

  Unthinking, only feeling.

  With a loud cry, he snapped.

  His hands tightened on her ass as his hips jerked, his cock pummeling into her. He pinned her between his muscular body and the ungiving wall at her back. She couldn’t move. She didn’t want to.

  She held on, her thighs tight on his hips, hands clutching his back, as he fucked her hard, fast, his pito slamming into her with each thrust.

  He licked down her jaw and sucked at her neck, his movements frantic, urgent. Anna matched him, running her hands along his back, down his ass. She scraped her nails across his spine, up his shoulders. She bit his neck, his frenzied assault pushing the burning over the edge and consuming her, taking her to a wild, erotic place.

  His sucking on her neck turned into small, almost painful nips, but it only spurred on her frenzy. She tightened her thighs, urging him on, as he continued his unrelenting onslaught. He plunged deep inside her, before quickly drawing out and slamming home once more.

  Crying out her pleasure seemed to urge him on. He spun from the wall and eased her up his length, only to let her fall, his tip reaching her womb. Their slick bodies rubbed, friction turning every inch of her skin to fire.

  His hips unmoving, Garreth pushed her up his cock and let her slam down again. Her clit hit his groin, sending her nerves singing.

  He ran his tongue over her sore neck, and as he lifted her, he grabbed one breast with his lips, clamping down on her nipple, sucking it hard and deep into his mouth as she was once more impaled on his shaft.

  The building pressure became so intense she screamed against his shoulder. Garreth’s hands gripped her ass tighter, jerking her up and letting her rocket down, faster, harder, a blur of movements.

  It hit all at once, an explosion deep in her belly that rapidly spread to her toes, zinging through her as if electricity had invaded her blood. She screamed as the climax raced through her, pleasure taking her to a dreamy place.

  He pinned her against the wall once more. His hips j
utted forward as he slammed inside, deep, pushing the climax even higher. His mouth found hers and he plundered.

  Anna swallowed his hoarse shout as he came, filling her with his hot seed. His hips kept her pinned to the wall, but he let go of her ass to grasp her breasts, pressing them together and sucking deeply on her nipples, one after the other. His hips bucked, his length still pulsing inside her.

  The orgasm swamping her body reached its crescendo, but another was already hitting. Her pussy spasmed around his still rock hard cock as he continued to plunge inside her.

  He groaned, his fingers tightening on her breasts, his teeth and tongue moving roughly over her skin. Her body sang, relishing the exquisite pleasure filling her.

  As Garreth’s movements slowed, he placed small, sweet kisses along her lips and cheeks. She couldn’t move, could only hang in his arms, her legs weak, her pussy throbbing around his cock.

  Slowly, so slowly, he eased her down his body until her feet touched the floor. Letting her slump against the wall, Garreth replaced both showerheads where they belonged, then took her bottle of soap and began lathering her body. Still barely able to move, she let him wash her, watching as he washed himself. Then he took the spray and rinsed them both.

  Garreth led her from the shower, grabbing a towel and rubbing her flushed skin from shoulders to hips. Then he got down on his knees and dried her thighs, paying special attention to her pussy, before drying her calves and feet.

  Before he rose, Garreth leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit. Standing, he wrapped her up and pushed her toward the bedroom.

  She stumbled her way across the chilly hardwood floor, then curled up on the soft comforter. Through the bathroom doorway, she watched Garreth dry himself before wrapping the towel around his hips and heading her way.

  Joining her on the bed, he proceeded to show her exactly how lusty he still was.

  * * *

  Garreth stood in the pre-dawn lit room, staring down at the beautiful woman he’d come to know. Her story had hurt him, filled him with a raging desire for revenge. He would make sure this master paid the price.

  On the bed, Anna trembled, her legs jerking as if she was trying to run in her sleep. A short scream burst into the air, shattering the silence. Cautious after last time, he climbed over the bed alongside her. Anna flailed, her fist grazing his cheek. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to his chest.

  “It’s all right, darling. I’m here.” His dragon stirred, emotions blasting through him. Protective, caring.

  This woman was theirs to keep safe, even from nightmares.

  “Unnnn!” Her scream reverberated in his mind, piercing through to his soul.

  “Honey, Cynthianna, wake up.”

  Her writhing body was sweaty, slippery, making his grasp loose. Nails raked down his shoulder and she bit his arm. Gritting his teeth, he pulled her closer, tighter, saying her name over and over until her movements slowed.

  “Garreth?” she whispered, her eyes fluttering open.

  “I’m here. No one else. You’re safe.”

  She took a deep breath, then slipped back into sleep.

  An hour later, the room lightened a bit, moonlight chasing shadows away. He lay by her side, watching her. He felt weak, helpless. How could he protect her from memories?

  Agitated and unable to sit still, he eased from bed before he woke her. In the living room, he grabbed his phone and punched in his sister’s number.

  Three rings later, it picked up. “Ayup?” came a deep, gravelly voice.

  “Who is this?” Garreth demanded.

  “Why, I’m Fred. Who are you?”

  A picture of the old man flashed in Garreth’s mind. “This is Garreth Dragos. I need to talk to my sister.”

  “Oh, sure. Lemme go get her.”

  Silence met him for a long moment, then another male voice came on the line. “Hello?”

  “Scott?” Garreth asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “Let me talk to my sister,” Garreth replied gruffly. He didn’t care if his little Calla was marrying this man. He still didn’t like Scott.

  “Fine. It’s not like she’s been half-crazed since she felt your link open a few hours ago. More like frantically pacing. It’s about time you called—” His voice cut off. In the background, a sweet feminine voice rose in anger.

  A second later, Calla was there. “Garreth? Thank the gods you’re all right. What’s wrong?”

  Chapter Ten

  The sound of his sister’s voice was comforting in and of itself. Now if she could only answer his questions.

  Her tone became sharp. “Why didn’t you call me earlier? I seem to recall a certain big brother barging in on me and demanding to know the same thing when my life was in danger a few months ago.”

  “I didn’t realize it was open,” he replied, affronted.

  “Hah! Neither did I, but you refused to accept that as an excuse. Now tell me what’s going on.”

  He checked in on Anna before retreating further into the living room. With a heavy sigh, he slumped on the couch and said, “I have a problem.”

  “Like dangerous problem? You’re on a case, can you tell me where?”

  “I can’t tell you about the job, you know that. No, it’s something else.”

  “How can I help?”

  “It’s… well, it’s this woman.”

  Stunned silence met him over the phone, then Calla began to laugh.

  “Seriously—” he tried, but she just kept laughing.

  A few minutes later she finally calmed enough to say, “It’s about time.”

  “Humph. Are you going to help me or just laugh?” he asked, his tone rough and annoyed.

  “I’m not sure. Give me a minute to figure it out.”

  “Then I’m hanging up.”

  “No. Wait.” She snorted. “Tell me.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked wryly.

  “Yes.” But she giggled again.

  “Fine. There’s this woman—”

  His annoying little sister broke into laughter again. This time, a loud clatter burst into his ear as the phone dropped to the floor.

  When sound came back, it was Scott. “Sorry,” the fireman said.

  “Whatever,” Garreth replied.

  “She’s coming back now.”

  Calla’s voice came next. “Okay. I’m better. Tell me.”

  With a heavy sigh, Garreth finally managed to get out the problem with only a few interruptions of laughter. But the deeper he got into Anna’s tale, the less amused his sister found the story.

  “The poor girl, living with such awfulness. And now she’s all alone.”

  Garreth’s dragon reared up protectively. “She will never be alone again.”

  “Ah,” Calla said softly. Thank the gods she didn’t start laughing again. “Good for you. So how exactly can I help? It sounds like you have things figured out already.”

  It hit him all at once, like a hammer to the gut. He did have it figured out. Anna was his mate. And the feelings running through him… “Love,” he whispered.

  “Well, there you go,” Calla said softly.

  He thought of their corrupted older brother. Now the mage had touched his mate. Destiny sure had a way of sneaking up on people and smacking them upside the head.

  A whimper came from the bedroom. He hurried to arrange transportation out of this frackin place, then said his goodbyes. Hanging up, he headed back to Anna. Sometime tomorrow, help would arrive—assuming the blizzard continued to move away.

  Her pet wolf lay on the floor next to her side of the bed. Her arm draped over, her fingers touching the wolf’s head. She whimpered again, her hand twitching.

  Garreth slid out of the robe, tossing it on the wooden chest at the foot of the bed, then climbed in beside his mate. She sighed, curling against his chest, her breathing calm and even once more.

  Garreth stared at her in the dim moonlight reflected from the storm still raging outside.

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p; Love.

  Mate.

  Permanence and family went along with those words.

  Words he’d never thought would apply to him. He was a soldier in the war against evil, fighting those who would corrupt others, bringing them before justice. Frack it all. He’d even brought in his older brother when the situation called for it.

  But this tiny woman had wrapped him up inside, neatly knotted into confusion. And the strangest part of it all, he wouldn’t want it any other way now that he’d found Anna.

  * * *

  Anna woke to the crack of wood echoing through the bedroom. The ceiling above her shivered and the whole cabin seemed to shake. Chunks of the roof disintegrated, blowing wind and snow into the room.

  Panic raced through her veins, making her heart thump loudly, as white-encrusted shingles and splinters fell toward her. Just before they hit, strong arms yanked her out of the way. Anna slammed against a hard, warm body and looked up to meet Garreth’s dark, alert gaze.

  “W-what’s going on?” she asked, feeling as if in a dream.

  “We’re under attack.” He pushed her toward the closet. “Hurry, get dressed.”

  She tugged on some jeans and a thick shirt, grabbed her boots and followed Garreth out of the bedroom. The living room was a disaster area, the entire front wall gone, opening out into the forest. Like before, the blizzard raged, but the cabin seemed to be in the calm eye of the storm.

  Standing in a semi-circle around the front of the house stood a battalion of giant dryads. These were not the same as she’d fought before. The thin stick-like creatures were twice the size of the others and glowed with a strange dark aura.

  A howl rose from somewhere outside the house. A black and silver blur raced to crouch between her and the dryads. Hunched over his front paws, Wolf snapped and growled.

  A dryad raised his hand at her wolf. Before Anna could blink, a rush of smoky air flew from its fingertips and struck Wolf, enveloping him in a dark cloud.