by Dahlia Rose
She looked up at him. “But you’re making us both suffer because you’re scared, and I need your love like it’s my next breath. Mursi, whatever is to happen will happen regardless of if you share your love with me or not. All you can do is know our destiny is tied into being together and our children to generations beyond.”
He gave a humorless laugh. “The gods are fickle, what may be a plan today may be changed at their whim.”
Michelle cupped his cheek. “Then you believe in me, and I swear to you that I’ll always watch my back and I will fight like a demon possessed to always come home to you.”
Mursi bent and kissed her hard, she could tell he poured all his emotion into that kiss and she accepted it gladly. When he lifted his head they were both breathing hard and the intensity of his need and love was in his green eyes. She looked past the arousal they both shared for each other and she saw love.
They washed each other quickly, igniting the fire of passion in each other as they did. By the time they stumbled out of the bathroom entwined in each other’s arms, they fell into the bed still wet from the shower but not caring as they were consumed by the urge to copulate. She was so wet she could feel it on her thighs and when he sucked her pert nipple into his mouth she felt it in her core and released a gush of sexual juice in response.
Michelle kissed him wantonly and felt a surge of feminine power as he groaned low. He wrapped his arms around her and took the kiss even deeper. He sensually used his tongue and traced her lips before he slipped it into her mouth to taste her. A man, human or not, should not taste so good she could get drunk off kisses. She loved how he sipped and teased her mouth before deepening the kiss, making her want more. Michelle rubbed herself intimately against him and wished he would slip his rock-hard cock inside her until she begged him to stop. She’d never felt emotions as deep or want a man so desperately. Did mating feel like this for the rest of her life, or tone down to a pleasurable hum?
His hands roamed over her body and he lifted and spread her legs. She whimpered and his fingers deftly found her core. Mursi caressed her pussy, knowing exactly how to touch her and make her wet, making her writhe beneath him. His hands were gone too soon but he had more ways to please her. He buried his face in the luscious full globes of her breasts and filled his hands with the soft mounds. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and it sent shivers of pleasure through her
“I love how you make me feel,” Michelle admitted on a gasp.
They were half on and half off the bed, and when she tried to scramble back to gain more room Mursi was right there with her. She was sitting in the middle of the mattress and he was on his knees between her legs. He sank his hands in her hair and lifted her head to his kiss. It was only an instant before he worked his way down to her exposed breasts. Taking her nipple into his mouth, Mursi sucked and played with smooth globe before moving to the other to give it the same feverish attention. She tried to touch him in return but Mursi would have none of it. He was ravenous in intent to arouse and make her body his.
“I will try to show you more of my affection,” Mursi promised. “I will show you how much you are cherished, how my life is a gray and empty place without you. My Dragoness, you are my mate and I’m honored you have accepted me. More than you will ever know.”
He took her lips again in a hot, hard kiss, melting Michelle’s body while her heart soared. More emotions were poured into those words than just “I love you.” She treasured them and locked away the perfect moment deep in her mind. But soon even that was lost in the sexual haze they were creating. Her body reacted to him by the puddle of wetness that pooled between her thighs. She grasped his cock and stroked the rock hard member until his hips caught the rhythm and she could feel him pushing himself between her fingers. His groan of pleasure told her how much he approved of what she was doing.
While she pleased him with her hand, he feasted on her lips swollen from his kisses. Michelle took the lead from and caressed his muscled chest. She scrambled to her knees so that they were chest-to-chest and her nipples tingled as she moved against his smooth skin. She gasped against his mouth as pleasure flowed through her and moved quickly like a sleek cat, pushing him back so she could take control of the lust-filled scenario playing out. Michelle kissed and licked her way down his body until she reached the tip of his hard cock. Mursi’s head fell back against the large pillows on the bed and his body was tense as she stroked his cock.
“I’m going to taste you like you taste me,” Michelle said, not asking for permission. “I’m going to take you deep in my mouth and love you with my tongue until you come.”
“Do it, take what you want.” Mursi’s voice was harsh with need.
This time it was Michelle on her knees between his legs. She licked the tip slowly and licked the tip of his rigid length and purred the taste of his pre-come. A tortured moan came from Mursi and he fisted his hands in her hair. She licked and kissed her way down and then back up his manhood, and scraped his heavy sacks with her teeth. She took his hard cock in her mouth and slid her soft lips down and up again with a gentle sucking motion.
“By the gods, your mouth is amazing.” His words ended on a need-filled moan.
Michelle took her time pleasing him, exploring his body and tasting his manly flavor. He’d done it so many times to her and it excited her to bring him release with her mouth. She increased the suction of her lips and used her hand as well to work the shaft of his long, thick member. His hips followed her rhythm and she felt his length thicken and throb as his body prepared to give up its bounty. The first salty taste made her moan, his guttural cry was long and low as he fucked her mouth. She accepted every drop of his essence and licked her lips with the satisfaction of a cat that had a bowl of cream.
“I want to be inside you,” Mursi muttered.
“Don’t you need time to recuperate?” Michelle asked.
He cupped her grasp around his still rock-hard cock. “I think I can still satisfy my dragoness with this.”
“Oh yes,” Michelle purred.
The craving of having him buried in the warm confines of her pussy made her stomach clench in anticipation. His heated gaze followed the curve of her body as if he was deciding what he wanted to touch first. To tease him, Michelle ran her fingers over the sensitive skin of her thick, velvet pussy lips. Mursi pulled her to him roughly and she cried out when he slipped his fingers inside her. He brought her to the peak of frenzy and she fell into the swirling ecstasy in a short matter of time. Before she could catch her breath his cock was inside her, and their intense cries of pleasure filled the air.
“You’re made perfectly for me, I could be burned alive in your heat and not care,” Mursi said harshly.
He pumped himself inside her forcefully. “Look at me as I take you.”
She met his green gaze and barely had any control over the thread of sanity as the throes of passion and their intimate dance began. His back was against the headboard and she straddled his lap. Michelle began to move slowly and matched his movements until his eyes darkened to a deep green in pleasure. His fingers tightened on her hips and dug into the soft flesh. She pulled his head to her breasts and he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth as the pace of their love making increased.
“Oh god, more.”
Her head fell back in pleasure as she moaned the words and both sensations assaulted her senses at once. Her hips bucked against him and Michelle took hold of the headboard and used it to help ride him hard. The bed shook from the intensity of their passion.
“I want more, please yes!” Michelle cried out.
“Take it all my love, take all you need,” he said between gritted teeth.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her against him hard, and Michelle cried out in pleasure. She heard the wood begin to splinter beneath her hands and then once more as his back hit against the frame, hard.
She felt her body tighten and clench like a vise around his throbbing cock. “Oh yes, Mursi,
I’m going to come, please now, now!”
“Ah yes,” Mursi wrapped his arms around her body and flipped her backward. She was now beneath him as he pumped into her mercilessly.
The sensations drove Michelle to her release with a scream of pleasure. With her orgasm he let himself go, pounding inside her. He groaned her name against her breasts and his come filled her. He rolled to his back with their bodies still intimately connected while they tried to catch their breath. The bed made a painful groaning sound before it shifted beneath them and then it gave out. The mattress and base hit the floor with a thump and they looked at each other before laughing.
“You broke it, you bought it,” Bior shouted. “You’re incessant copulation is destroying the house and incredibly noisy!”
They laughed even harder, and that combined with her body occasionally shaking with mini tremors of delight. They settled down from their laughter and he stroked her body as they waited for her body to cease trembling. All the while he whispered words to her in a language that sounded ancient but beautiful and lyrical.
“What are you saying?” she whispered.
The moonlight spilled through the open French doors and across the bed. To Michelle the sheets practically shimmered and caused his handsome face to look as if he was carved from marble.
“We say these words when the male dragon feels he has caused his female to create eggs,” Mursi said. “I think for all the times we’ve been together, that time we created life.”
“You can tell that?” she asked.
“It’s more like an instinct in us,” he answered. “Maybe hope, but it’s usually correct.”
“And you want this with me?” Michelle asked.
“Very much so, you’re bound to me and my heart and love is yours.” Mursi’s answer was quiet but the words made her heart leap. “For too long I’ve suffered, and you’re right. I will rejoice in what we have and we’ll fight for it together.”
“Then say it right,” Michelle teased, because as much as she tried to deny it she truly needed to hear the words.
“I love you Michelle, daughter of Vatryn and caretaker of my heart,” he said with husky emotion in his voice. “What was once broken you have now healed, and I am forever yours if you will have me.”
“Oh I will have you, Dragon, because we’re mated and my heart is also yours. I love you,” Michelle repeated, and the beast that shared her skin roared. “If we did create a child tonight, like my mother I’d prefer to hold it within me, safe in my belly until the time is right and the danger has passed from this war. Then our family, our children, would be safe to grow free from the vileness of the Shen.”
He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I agree with you on that, and I will keep you both safe.”
Michelle smiled up at him and amended his statement. “We’ll keep each other safe.”
She heard him whisper it in her ear a few times in the night as they slept and made love. Sometimes it was so intense her heart ached for him, and other times he said it with the wonderment that he truly was in love. She held him tight each time he said the words and said them in return so he knew she felt the same way.
* * * *
They spent the rest of the weekend in bed and only came out for food. Bior glanced at them in amusement and then at times its exasperation and commented about broken furniture. In the end he shook his head and went out on patrol. Mursi was wallowing in happiness and didn’t care who knew it. He felt new and revitalized even though the pangs of loss were still there. It had evolved to something different, not the burning, gut-wrenching ache but acceptance that while time could not heal those wounds it could change them. Something amazing could grow from loss while not forgetting past loves. Mursi understood that he could give his heart to another and still feel that emotion without guilt.
He’d gone downstairs to clean their tray from the night before and to get them coffee and breakfast. It was his turn since she was the one that made them dinner last night. Bior left a sticky note of thanks for actually leaving him a plate of the meatloaf and mashed potatoes with asparagus on the side warming in the oven. He balanced the tray easily with one hand and opened the door with the other. The sight of her on the bed, legs bent and spread touching herself, almost made him drop the tray. Her head was leaned back against the pillow and her dark hair had fallen across her shoulders and skimmed the tip of her hard nipples. Her lips parted in pleasure and he could hear her tiny gasps while her hips undulated in the rhythm of her fingers on her clit. When she plunged two fingers inside her wet sex, he almost lost it. Having a mate in heat was like being plunged head first into lava. He forgot about the food and put the tray on the writing desk. He took her hand from its position on her sex and licked her juices off them. He groaned and his cock jumped in his loose sweat pants.
“You could’ve called me to assist you in this,” Mursi said. He ran his finger down the slit of her pussy and watched her hips rise reflexively.
“Oh yes.” Michelle gasped and writhed under his touch. “I was hungry, then I wasn’t hungry, it was a toss-up and I decided to play until you came back.”
“I was not disappointed in what I saw in the least.” He moved her finger slowly over her clit. She gasped out his name and spread her legs farther apart in silent plea. “I love how you respond to my touch, do you want more my sweet dragon mate?”
She nodded but Mursi needed to hear it. She was his mate and he needed to feel the dominant excitement of hearing her call his name and beg for more.
“Tell me, love of my life, do you want more?” Mursi asked.
He slid his fingers lower between the folds of her pussy circling the entrance of her wet sex. He would not give her what she sought, so she lifted her hips to take his digits inside her. Watching her bite her lip to keep from moaning was almost as enticing as hearing her moan his name. He continued to switch between circling her clit and barely dipping into the cavern of her pussy.
“Tell me my warrior queen,” Mursi encouraged gently.
She gave a frustrated growl that ended on a moan. “Mursi, use your fingers to fuck me, please baby.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said in approval.
Mursi buried his fingers to the hilt inside her body and she whimpered in delight. A groan was wrenched from him when he felt her pussy contract around the digits. Her hips undulated at a feverish pace as she sought her release. Mursi matched the rhythm easily and give her a little more by leaning forward and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
“Yes baby, I’m coming!” Michelle cried out, writhing on the bed.
“And I’m going to taste you when you do,” Mursi announced.
He never stopped his ministrations as he settled between her legs excitedly. Her body trembled as she reached the summit of her pleasure. He found her g-spot inside her pussy and used that to bring her to completion. His mouth was on her clit when she came and creamed against his hand, soaking his fingers and filling his mouth with her essence. Her tiny mewls of satisfaction were driving him mad. He craved to have her like a drowning man.
He pulled her into his arms and their kiss was fierce and hot. Their tongues dueled and parried and she reached between them to stroke his cock. He loved her hands, how she touched him, each stroke, how she nuzzled his neck, and the way she spooned herself around him no matter how they turned as they slept. There was so much to learn about her but right now he knew that together they were perfect and right. She slipped a long, lean ebony leg over his body like a lithe water nymph, took his hardness in her grasp, and in one simple movement took him inside her. His hands cupped the smooth cheeks of her ass and he plunged deep. Michelle picked up the rhythm of his thrust and together they were magic. He was thick and longer than most men, yet her body accepted each hard thrust as he sank into her heated depths.
“Michelle.” He said her name reverently.
Michelle looked at him poised above her, and the way her body moved almost took his breath away. The
sun caressed her skin and for a moment it reminded him of her in her dragon form with her bronze scales. Her slick wetness took him deeper then released him only to bring him back to her succulent depths once more. It was so damn good, he arched his neck as she bent over and sucked on the sensitive skin. Michelle began to tease him by slowly taking his turgid length inch by torturous inch then using her body to piston against him. He played with her nipples and was rewarded by her low cry of pleasure. All of her now! The thought ricocheted through his head and he grabbed her to him, impaling her onto his steel-hard cock hard and fast. He felt the building of his release, the tightening of his balls to an almost painful ache, the flush of heat that washed across his body. Michelle took him to heights he never thought possible. They both went over the edge into their orgasm simultaneously, leaving him reeling. They were panting, and she was arched above him until her satisfied body fell against him. Mursi trailed his hands down her body and with his eyes closed just drifted. Breakfast was forgotten for the moment because the woman he loved was kissing him gently on the shoulder and whispering how much she loved him in return.
* * * *
They went back through the portal three weeks later. They’d cleaned up any Shen they found but the bigger mass was still hiding. Mike was convinced they were in the swamps. Because of the conditions, it was the perfect place for them to wallow and hide in the vast everglades. As usual he wanted to go and to hunt, but she asked him for caution. They were back on Paladin for three reasons. First, for Mursi to announce her to the court as his mate. Second, for her to accept the twelfth seat with the warriors that was offered to her, and third, to get more help and resources to search the everglades just in case Mike’s assumption was correct. They’d done all three quickly, because she got the feeling that Orin wasn’t going to give her a chance to say no again. Or Mursi for that matter, since they’d declared their love for each other.
The man who she had first met and the man she loved now were two different people. They still butted heads, he’d prefer she was out of the fray and protected like the rest of the wives of Paladin warriors. But she was born from a warrior and raised to be a fighter. There was no way she could sit back and watch others go into danger. She doubted very much that Valencia and the other mates would be sitting quiet for too much longer.