When Time Stops: Dragon Shifter Surprise Pregnancy Romance

by Anya Nowlan

  Her hand rand up and down the length of his cock, her plush lips slightly parted. When he looked down, she met his gaze, her eyes slightly hazy.

  “Wow. You French guys don’t mess around, huh?” she muttered.

  Aeon snorted with barely contained amusement, which in all actuality was little more than a front to keep from pushing his cock to her lips. They were so damn close.

  “I think this is sort of the opposite of not messing around, my sweet.”

  “Well, I meant your… Um. You’re big, is what I’m getting at,” Isobel said, fumbling over her words a little.

  Her grip tightened around the base of his cock and Aeon didn’t give her any answer other than a deep, guttural growl. She smiled to herself and then as if reading his desperate mind, popped her tongue out and licked across the head. The shudder that coursed through him very nearly made him weak at the knees.

  “By the spirits,” he muttered, his hands balling into fists.

  She swirled her tongue over the head again and again, lapping up the bead of precum that formed at the tip. Aeon couldn’t watch her, fearing that she’d see the gold begin to seep into his eyes. Instead, he closed them and dipped his head back again, letting her slowly work from licking to sucking on him, her mouth fitting over him oh so snugly and perfectly.

  So good…

  Maybe his brothers had had a point about this whole year on the loose thing…

  Isobel’s mouth was warm and wet and better than anything he could have imagined. When she took him deeper in her mouth, the head brushing against the back of her throat, Aeon was certain he would just rip at the seams at any moment and the dragon he’d been keeping at bay would tear through him, taking time and space with it.

  She took him in time and time again, not getting anywhere near to fitting him all, but slicking his cock with her saliva and making him groan and buck into her mouth regardless. He could feel the tension and need building within him and at one point, he couldn’t let her go on anymore for both their sakes.

  Smoothly, when she was bobbing up, he pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back on the couch. He got on his knees on the big leather behemoth and pulled her to him for a crushing kiss, devouring her lips greedily. She tasted of him and her and he wanted it all.

  Her skin was so smooth under his touch and against his best judgment, he found himself quickly losing control. Her bra came off with a casual flick of the thumb and her thong snapped off her hips a moment after, leaving her naked to his greedy gaze. She was on her knees on the bed, looking at him with eyes that betrayed as much surprise as to how much they both wanted it as Aeon felt.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he growled, and she smiled. “Turn around,” he said, and she did.

  Aeon bit down on his lower lip at the sight of her full, firm ass. He kissed the top of her back and then down along her spine, pushing her to lean over the armrest slightly as one hand snaked around her belly and up to knead one of her breasts. It filled his palm just right, resting heavy on it.

  “You’re not too bad yourself,” she said as he reached the small of her back with his kisses and stopped there for a moment.

  The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, better than any alcohol he’d tasted. Sharply, he pulled her up again, her back against his chest, as he angled his cock between her legs. She stiffened for a moment as the rigid length pressed against her slit, but relaxed a second later as Aeon kissed her neck again. Each peck came with a growl, deepening as she rubbed herself against him, spreading her slick wetness over his cock.

  Finally, he paused at her entrance, every nerve on edge. He looked up and could see the lovely picture they painted in the reflection of the full-length windows. The quarters had a view out to the town, picturesque even at night, but he didn’t have any attention for it. Not with Isobel in his arms. Not with how she made him feel.

  “Please,” she begged, and Aeon gave in without resistance.

  He thrust into her and she spasmed against him. He ground into her as she whined in his hands, his eyes devouring the sight of her pleasure as she twisted in his grasp with his cock opening her up wider with every stroke. Her legs were spread and he reached around her with his other hand, slipping it between her legs.

  When his fingertips grazed over her clit, she let out a wail that was music to his ears. So he did it again and she began bucking against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  The world fell away as he buried himself within her, completely lost in her softness, the sweetness of her scent, the way she was just so… right. Her moans mixed with his growls and when he caught sight of the reflection of the two of them again, on their knees, with her hands gripping the leather so tightly that her knuckles were white, his eyes were pure gold and obsidian instead of grey.

  Mine.

  The word struck him just as she unraveled around him, screaming out his name. It was music to his ears and he sucked down on her neck, barely avoiding biting into her, marking her. Like some ancient animal that hadn’t been taught the manners of the modern world.

  She made him want to be savage. She made him want to be that beast that he’d fought with his whole life not to be.

  He rubbed her clit faster, though his touch was gentle, wet with her juices, even as she rode her orgasm. Her pussy contracted around him, begging him for his release and he didn’t fight it anymore. With a roar, he cummed, watching every agonizingly delicious moment of their joint orgasm.

  He loved how she slumped against him. He adored how she whimpered and jerked as he thrust into her once more. And he wanted more of it, all over again.

  “Oh my god,” she whispered, slumping over on her elbows as his grip loosened on her slightly.

  He didn’t want to pull out of her yet. He didn’t want to let go of her yet.

  “Okay, fine! I’ll stay for the night,” she laughed, looking over her shoulder in time to catch his eyes settle on grey once more.

  Maybe he didn’t want to let go of her ever.

  “Good,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling in a smirk before he brushed her sweaty, tangled hair out of her face and then pulled her halfhearted bun loose completely.

  What have I gotten myself into?

  Isobel

  Isobel’s mind was reeling as she set down the towel on the fancy beach chair set up next to the pool at the private villa she and Allie commandeered. When she’d gotten back to it that morning, Allie had been nowhere to be found and neither was the mystery man that Isobel had supposedly been kicked out for. There was, however a note on the kitchen counter.

  Don’t hate me, my ass, Isobel thought with a slight snort as she lowered herself gingerly on the chair.

  Her whole body ached a little. Apparently that was what happened when you spent the whole night tangled up in a messy bundle with a completely and incomparably hot French-American businessman. She’d maybe gotten a few hours of sleep tops that night. Aeon had only conked out when dawn hit the large windows of the apartment above the club – tinted, as he had assured her, so no one could peek in – and his arm had tightened around her waist as he pulled her close.

  There in his arms she’d finally fallen asleep for a few hours. It had felt divine and though she’d not had nearly enough of it, she’d woken up more relaxed than she had in years.

  Good sex might do that to a woman, she thought with a wry smile, flicking her sunglasses on her face and trying her best to relax now.

  When she got home, the first thought had been to go and crash in her bed. It took about five minutes to come to the realization that she was far too hopped up about what had happened last night and it still had her body buzzing with excitement. It felt damn good. So she’d decided to work on her tan instead.

  Which, too, was sort of ridiculous, but at least she could go back to her messed up life after this European getaway looking a little less pasty, right?

  After losing her fiancé and her dignity in one fell swoop, she might as well get something for it.

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bsp; Shaking her head, she rolled back her shoulders, looking at the reflection off of the clear blue water in the pool. The villa was nice, and nonrefundable. Though she hadn’t discussed it with Joshua, it was pretty clear that they weren’t going to use it together. His parents had told her to go on the trip regardless and when Allie overheard the phone conversation, there was no going back.

  They’d changed the reservations to include Isobel’s friend and here they were now. Well, one of them, anyway.

  “Where the hell is she?” she wondered out loud, finding it nigh impossible to get comfortable on the chair, even with the gorgeous surroundings and the cloudless skies above her.

  She needed to talk to someone. Fix that, she needed to tell someone! About the smoking hot guy and the maddening night and the way he made her feel like a billion dollars and then some. A sly smile quirked across her lips at the thought of that. Though she’d always thought that she wasn’t the kind of woman who needed any man to feel good about herself, she would have been lying had she said that getting run out on at the altar hadn’t affected the way she saw herself, at least a little.

  Getting a confirmation that she was desirable and attractive despite that was sort of… nice.

  Okay. Relaxing, she reminded herself, biting down on her lower lip lightly and closing her eyes.

  It felt like her whole body was thrumming with adrenaline and no matter what she did, she couldn’t really stay still. So she kept wiggling around on the chair, tossing and turning, never finding a comfortable position while she fought a long, losing battle to get Aeon out of her head. That didn’t really work either.

  When she caught herself staring at the surface of the water again for the umpteenth time, remembering how their bodies had looked in the reflection of the glass last night, Isobel threw up her hands and sat up.

  This is ridiculous.

  But as she was about to stand up, something caught her eye. It was like a large shadow had fallen over the pool and poolside. There was a dark shape expanding rapidly in the water and it took a moment for Isobel to realize that what she was staring at was only the reflection on the water. When she looked up, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

  Her whole thing about life being ridiculous lately was about to get a whole lot more true.

  The shape she’d seen coming down from the sky towards her expanded and grew and a second later, before she could scramble up and off the chair, massive talons had grappled around her and lifted her up.

  “Let go of me!” she screamed, waiting for the moment when this obvious nightmare would cease.

  There was no way in the world that she was getting scooped up from a sun chair in a French villa by a dragon. A real, honest to god, scary-ass dragon. There just wasn’t any way.

  Her palms were flat against the perfectly smooth obsidian of the talons and when she looked up, she could see the lighter underbelly of the large beast. He was covered completely in scales, thick and raspy to the touch, which shimmered in a million colors in the sunlight. The dragon was a dark, burgundy red, with a grey underside and the thinner leather on his wings, which sometimes almost shone through in the sunlight, was grey as well.

  Shh, Isobel. Don’t fight this. You are where you are supposed to be.

  A gruff, masculine voice spoke in her head. For a moment, that shut her up, making her swallow hard. She squeezed her eyes shut and then pinched the top of her hand, hoping that the pain would make her wake up from this damn nightmare.

  It didn’t.

  When she opened her eyes, she was still being carried off over the picturesque French countryside with its rolling fields, sloping valleys and green patches of trees by a mythical beast that defied all logic and reason. Her legs still dangled freely who knows how high in the sky and the wind whipped her hair and pimpled her skin with goosebumps. She was still being abducted by a dragon.

  “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” Isobel demanded, choking down tears.

  In a way, it didn’t even surprise her. Of course this is something that would happen to her. Of course she’d get carried away to lord knows where for who knows what reason by something that should only be possible in dreams.

  All will be revealed in due time. Now quiet.

  He didn’t sound particularly friendly. Or in any way interested in telling Isobel what was actually going on here. She took a deep, calming breath and found that it really didn’t do anything to calm her down. That, too, was not particularly surprising.

  Aeon

  “You do realize that you’re not supposed to be here, right?” Hex asked, strolling into one of the expansive dining rooms in the castle and finding Aeon there.

  Aeon cocked a brow but didn’t look up from the book he was reading. What was Hex going to do, kick him out? They both remembered how well the last time had went.

  “Your wounds healing, brother?” Aeon asked casually, finally moving his gaze to Hex as his younger brother flopped down on the seat opposite of him.

  “Cut the crap, Aeon. You know I’m fine. What are you doing here?” Hex questioned, narrowing his eyes slightly.

  Aeon met it with a glower and then proceeded to ignore him for a moment longer as he put a finger between the pages he was reading and folded the book.

  “I came to check up on you. I’m supposed to keep an eye on all the family businesses this year, am I not? As far as I’m concerned, the castle is one of them.”

  Hex didn’t seem impressed and Aeon couldn’t really blame him for it. If anything, the excuse was a made-up one to begin with and a flimsy one at that, as evident from how easily his younger brother could dismiss it.

  “It’s been like a week. You can’t keep coming back here. That isn’t the point of this exercise.”

  “Who passed to the higher plains and made you the Alpha of the family? Oh, wait, that’s right. I’m the Alpha. You can’t tell me what to do,” Aeon grumbled.

  “But I can. Family rules, we went over this,” Hex said with a yawn, relaxing in the chair with all the nonchalant airs of a man who knows for a fact that he’s right.

  And he was, too. That smug bastard.

  “Maybe it’s time to rewrite the rulebook,” Aeon snorted.

  Hex just smirked at that. They both knew they wouldn’t be doing anything of the kind. While Aeon wouldn’t admit it to his brothers, he was secretly rather proud of them for playing him so cunningly. In his moments of rational thought, he’d quietly commended them for living up to the potential of their bloodline.

  Time dragons had to be as sly as they were powerful. After all, what was the use of being able to manipulate time if they couldn’t make it work in their favor?

  Disgruntled, Aeon sank back in the seat and glared at Hex, who was completely unfazed by it. It was Aeon that was trying to twist the truth here and both of them knew it far too well.

  “Well?” Hex asked after a while.

  “Well what?”

  “Are you going to go or what?”

  “Don’t be a prick about it.”

  “The sooner you get out of here, the sooner you can discover all that the world has to offer!”

  Aeon rolled his eyes, seeing the cheeky smile that Hex conjured up. This was amusing to the younger Prevoir, that much was clear. Had the tables been turned, Aeon might have been feeling much the same.

  Though, if he had to be honest, it wasn’t often that he’d thought that his younger brothers were anywhere near as passionate about guarding the hoard as he was. As such, it was sort of hard to imagine that they would be moping around much at the idea of having to go sow their wild oats for another year.

  Yet, here Aeon was, looking in from the outside, all thanks to his brothers.

  Perhaps I have been wrong?

  It was an interesting thought on its own. That Hex and Phase had tricked him to get him to stretch his metaphorical and actual wings was clear enough, but had they perhaps done it in order to get closer to the base of their wealth as well?

  Maybe I have been
a tad… greedy.

  Not that being greedy was a bad thing in the dragon world. If anything, it was a defining characteristic of their kind if there ever was one.

  “Right. I’ve already gone through most of the businesses in the country. I guess I’ll have to head out to the others next,” Aeon said, trying to take the conversation on a friendlier path and as such, also prolong his stay in the castle by that much. “I was thinking maybe the United States would be next. Cross through Asia and Russia from there.”

  He couldn’t keep arguing with Hex for too long. He was, after all, the master of the house now.

  “Oh yeah? I can’t really imagine you at Maison Dragon, let alone checking on the Asian clubs,” Hex countered with a chuckle.

  “You’d be surprised,” Aeon answered drolly, trying to keep his expression deadpan.

  Isobel floated to his mind’s eye like a beautiful daydream, her eyes sparkling and her lips slightly parted as she smiled up at him, tangled in the silky sheets.

  It didn’t work as well as he had intended. Immediately, Hex’s eyes narrowed, the slits of his dragon becoming obvious as his pupils elongated and narrowed. He cocked his head to the side like a curious cat eyeing an unfortunate rodent.

  “What do you mean by that? Did you meet someone? Did you, by the seven ancestors, actually have fun?”

  Hex grasped at his chest as if his heart was about to explode and Aeon snorted, looking away for a moment. Still, he couldn’t make the small hint of a smile disappear from his lips, the weight of it quirking the corners up slightly. Simply thinking about Isobel got him feeling better than he had in, well, forever.

  If he were the kind of man to believe in feeling butterflies in his stomach or other nonsense like that, he would have attributed his current feelings to that. As it stood, he simply considered it as a momentary and unexpected weakness.

  “You did, didn’t you?” Hex stated, obvious satisfaction in his voice.