by Julia Mills
“Mel did, but you can remind me.”
“Oh, I will, Mrs. Drennen. You will never forget that when a bell rings a dragon is kissing his mate.” And then he kissed her with the absolute assurance of all their love-filled tomorrows. The kiss was slow and passionate and so completely enthralling, Hannah simply melted. They continued until both were panting and fighting to stay clothed.
Pulling back, Hannah gasped for air before spearing him with a look she hoped conveyed raw passion and unbridled emotion. Avoiding his advances, she refused to kiss him until she had her say. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she held him still. Mustering all the courage she had, she said the only thing that had been on her mind since they met. “Make me yours, Mr. Drennan. Now and forever, make me yours.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Hannah’s words were music to his ears. There was nothing in the entire Universe he wouldn’t do to make her happy. The need to be joined with his mate and consummate their union had been a living being within him since the day they’d met, but he‘d decided to let her call the shots. The moment she asked to be loved, all plans of a slow mating flew out the window and both man and beast were figuring out the quickest way to get them home and naked.
Grabbing her up, Liam used his enhanced speed and flew to the cottage Rian had given him for the remainder of their stay. A place he and his mate could be together…alone...to love one another as was the way of dragon mates. In less than two minutes, they were standing next to their bed, looking longingly into each other’s eyes.
Wanting their first time as an officially mated couple to last as long as he could stand, Liam kissed the column of her neck, nipped across the apex of her shoulder, and dragged the satin strap of her gown down her arm with his teeth. Kissing his way back to her mouth, marking every inch of her as his and his alone, he kissed her breathless and then repeated his efforts on her other bare shoulder.
The more he tasted, the more labored Hannah’s breathing became, making her breasts a temptation he could no longer resist. Kissing across the neckline of her dress, letting his tongue dip under the satin ribbing to taste the decadent flesh, was a treat from the gods. He loved that she moaned with pleasure and pushed into his mouth, unable to resist the bonds between them. Pulling down the zipper at her side, Liam kissed every inch of naked flesh as it became visible. Hannah writhed under his attention, grabbing his head to force it where she most wanted his touch. “Patience, a chumann. I have a lot of time to make up for.”
She groaned her disapproval as he continued his slow perusal. His mouth watered as he peeled away the cloth of her bodice, revealing her voluptuous breasts and deep pink nipples begging for his lips and tongue. Licking across first one and then the other, he was rewarded with an, “Oh, sweet Goddess, Liam…please…don’t…don’t…” from his mate
“Don’t what, mo chroi’?” he asked against her heated skin.
Before she could answer, he took the nipple he’d been teasing between his lips, sucking and nipping until Hannah bowed her back, holding him to her chest, and screaming his name. His hand kneaded her other breast, working her nipple to an even harder point between his thumb and forefinger.
The scent of her arousal filled the room with the tantalizing aroma of warmed Angel’s trumpets and Hannah, something he would never get tired of inhaling. His dragon pushed and roared in his head, demanding he continue undressing their beautiful mate, both man and beast driven to taste all that she was. Releasing her breast, Liam immediately latched onto the other, pushing her dress over her beautifully rounded hips, letting his hands linger on her amazing curves, loving the fact that his mate was all woman. His fingers stilled as he felt the thin lace of her underwear.
His mouth moved from her nipple, kissing the valley between her breasts, leaving a trail of heat and seduction down her body. Reaching the silk of her panties, Liam inhaled long and deep, immersing himself in Hannah’s wonderfully unique scent. Unable to resist, he knelt between her thighs, tore the gown from her body, and threw the offending material over his shoulder. Her panties received the same treatment, leaving her gloriously naked and open to feast upon as he desired.
Hannah was gorgeous when clothed, but naked she was a thing of absolute beauty. As slowly as his growing need would allow, his eyes worked their way from the bright pink of the polish that covered her toes, up her shapely legs that very soon would be wrapped around his shoulders, to her soft thighs he could not wait to have pillowing his head. Her rounded stomach and curves fueled his extremely vivid imagination and begged to be kissed over and over again.
“Liam?” His name on her lips drew his gaze.
“Yes, mo chroi’?” he crooned, massaging up and down her thighs, sure to brush the outer lips of her pussy on every pass, loving that her hips sought out his touch at every pass.
“Liam…I need…” She gasped, unable to complete her thought as his index finger ran up and down her slit, wet with the proof of her arousal.
“What is it you need, mo ghra’?” he teased, enjoying her ragged breathing and inability to hold still. Liam stared at Hannah in the throes of passion, wondering what he’d done right to have such an amazing mate. He loved that her head was thrown back, eyes were closed tight, and mouth was open wide as she called his name over and over like a mantra.
“I…oh Goddess, yes…” She wailed as he pushed his finger through her folds and teased the opening, her juices wetting his entire hand. Her pussy contracted around the tip of his finger, attempting to pull his digit all the way into her warm, wet passage. Adding another finger, he began gliding in and out, her honey providing the perfect lubrication. His thumb drew lazy circles around her swollen clit while his fingers continued to work her towards an explosive orgasm. Every few swipes he bent the tips of his fingers and gently brushed the very special bundle of nerves that drove his mate insane.
Needing to taste her more than he needed his next breath, he quickly removed his fingers, chuckled as Hannah whined at the loss, and then drove his tongue into her pussy as far and as fast as he could. Her taste exploded on his tongue, flashes of light bursting before his eyes. He devoured his mate like a man possessed, grabbing every drop of the honey that flowed from her. She tasted of sunshine and home and everything good and right in the world. The more his tongue moved within her, the drunker he became on her heavenly juices. Her hands pulled at his hair. Her legs came over his shoulders and closed around his head. Breathing became almost impossible, and still he consumed all she gave.
He felt her tense just a second before her orgasm overtook her. Screaming his name, she came on his tongue, filling his mouth until her juices ran down his chin. He continued to lick and tease as she came back to earth.
Looking up, he found her smiling a lazy smile and gazing at him through passion-filled, half-opened eyes. His only thought was to keep that exact look on her face for eternity.
His cock pulsed against the zipper of his black pants. Not wanting to leave his place between her thighs, but needing to feel her skin against his, Liam stood in one fluid motion, threw off his surcoat, and tore the black long-sleeved T-shirt over his head. His hands reached for the buckle of his belt, only to be knocked away by Hannah’s.
His eyes flew to hers. “What…?”
“It’s my turn, Mr. Drennan,” she winked. He had no idea how she had moved so quickly, but when she looked at him with such mischief in her eyes and a grin that was perfect parts sweetness and seduction, all thoughts of anything but being buried deep inside her fled from his mind.
Hannah undid his pants, never once losing eye contact. She pressed her body to his, the sensation better than anything he’d ever felt. Her hardened nipples pushed against the muscles of his chest and his mouth watered with the need to taste her all over again. With her thighs pressing against his, she turned their bodies until the bed bumped the back of his knees. His pants slid down his legs, held up by his knee length boots. Liam started to bend, but Hannah’s hands on his shoulders stopp
ed his progress.
Shaking her head, she gently pushed until he sat on the side of the bed and then drove the breath from his lungs as she knelt before him. The look she gave him as she glanced up through the fringe of her long lashes made his heart skip a beat. Needing to be inside her more than he needed to breathe, Liam grabbed her shoulders, attempting to pull her onto his lap, boots be damned. But Hannah simply shook her head once again, denying him the pleasure he so desperately needed. His mate had a plan, one she would not abandon, no matter how close to death she pushed him.
Lifting first one foot and then the other, Hannah removed his boots and then his pants. She ran her nails, painted the same bright pink as her toes, up his shins and across his thighs, stopping inches from his straining cock. Hannah painted figure eights up and down his thigh, the friction of her touch against the smattering of short, dark hair raising goose bumps all over his body.
Her thoughts were completely open to him, letting him feel as well as hear that his pleasure was her only focus. She wanted to please him as he had pleased her and mark him as hers, just as she was his.
Coherent thought became impossible when her lips closed around his cock. The air fled his lungs when she sucked as much of his considerable length into her mouth as she could fit. Lost to their combined thoughts, Liam had once again missed Hannah’s movement. With slow precision that threatened his hard fought patience, she worked him in and out of her mouth, her tongue massaging the pulsing vein that ran from base to tip.
His head fell back as his body shook with the sheer power it took to restrain himself from lifting her off the floor, throwing her on the bed, and burying himself deep inside her. The pleasure she gave him threatened his very sanity.
“You are killing me, mo ghra’,” he sent directly in her mind.
Her answering chuckle was maddening and incredibly sexy. “You can do it, my winged warrior. I believe in you.”
Any response he could have thought of was driven from his mind when she pulled her head back until only his mushroom head lay in the confines of her miraculous mouth. The tip of her tongue dipped into the slit at the very tip, causing his cock to jump and the muscles in his thighs to shake. She continued her exploration, licking all around the ridge while her hands closed around his balls and massaged. Her nails scratched against his ass, adding a whole new dimension to the web of love and seduction she wove.
In one swift motion, Hannah sucked him deep into her mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and swallowed while her hands worked the base of his shaft. He fell back, his arms keeping him semi-upright as his balls drew tight against his body right before he released into her mouth, his shout of ecstasy echoing throughout the cottage.
As he floated down from the best orgasm of his life, Hannah’s thoughts of undying love filled his soul while she continued to work him across her sweet lips. Needing to feel her skin against his in the worst way, Liam pulled his already hardening cock from her mouth and slid his hands under her arms.
Hannah resisted. Instead, she pushed him onto his back and Liam watched as his mate climbed over his body with the grace of a jungle cat. Her heavy breasts hypnotized him as they swung side to side. Her hips followed in the same seductive dance, making him cross-eyed with desire. The closer she came, the clearer he could see the evidence of her desire as it wet the inside of her thighs. His mouth watered with the need to once again have her taste on his tongue.
However, her hands on his chest and the look in her eyes stilled his movements. Hannah licked her lips, her tongue wetting a trail across the top and then the bottom. Unable to look anywhere but her mouth, Liam moaned in total bliss as she straddled his waist, his straining cock fitting perfectly between the cheeks of her beautiful bottom. With her eyes locked on his, she rocked her hips back and forth, lifting ever so slightly in order to drag his erection through her juices.
Liam growled low in his throat as Hannah lifted to her knees, gripped his cock, and positioned it at her opening. As she slowly seated him within her warmth, her walls quickly adjusted to his girth, fitting around him like a glove. They sighed in unison, the sound of complete bliss a loving embrace between them. Never had two people fit more perfectly together.
He felt through their mating bond how important it was to her to control their first coupling, and Liam resisted the urge to move. Her feminine walls contracted more frequently and with more pressure until he was sure he would embarrass himself.
“I’m going to die beneath you, mo ghra’,” he panted, wheezing with the effort to breath.
“Can you think of a better way to go?” Hannah chuckled, thankfully as breathless as he was.
Finally, right before Liam lost consciousness, Hannah lifted, tightening around him as she raised high enough he feared falling from her tight, warm sex. Instead, his mate descended, rolling her hips when she touched down, starting a rhythm…rising and falling…tightening and rolling…driving Liam and his dragon nearly insane.
His hands cupped her breasts, feeling the pebble of her hardened nipple against his palm as he squeezed her silky skin. The sight of his mate riding him with such wild abandon brought the beast to the forefront, the dragon would no longer be denied. Grabbing her waist, he rolled them until Hannah’s blue eyes were looking up at him. Her legs automatically tightened around him, her hands grabbing his shoulders for purchase as he began thrusting into her.
His control completely shattered as she met him thrust for thrust. The sounds of their flesh slapping against one another mixed with their harsh breaths filled the room. The faster they moved, the louder she moaned. Her hands slipped from his shoulders and he felt the bite of her nails as they slid down his back. His dragon roared and the man arched his back, thrilled he had driven her to such heights.
Her pussy contracted tighter and tighter as his cock swelled and his balls again grew tight. They were both so very close that he would do whatever possible to see them release together. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Hannah’s nails bit deeper into his back. She bowed up until only the weight of his body kept her from coming off the bed. She was frantic beneath him as he slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.
“Look at me, Hannah,” Liam sent directly into her mind as he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes snapped to his and together they released. Her pussy contracted around him, holding him tight, milking him of every last drop. When Hannah began to relax, he moved slowly in and out of her, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within. He smiled as she shivered from his semi-erect cock rubbing against her sensitive walls.
Her eyes began to clear, a satisfied sparkle replacing the clouds of euphoria. His heart clenched in his chest and his dragon purred when she stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment once again gracing her lips. Unwilling to leave the haven of his mate, he rolled to his side, taking her with him until their heads rested comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.
It wasn’t long before Hannah cuddled against his chest. Her sigh leaving a path of heat across his cooling skin that caused him to give a tiny shiver. “Chilly?” She chuckled.
“Never with you, mo chroi’, never with you.”
He could feel her thinking, but avoided being nosy and waited patiently, confident his mate would share her thoughts with him. Seconds later, Liam was rewarded for his patience.
“I love you like no other, Liam Drennan.”
“And I love you with all that I am, Hannah Drennan. Eternity will never be enough.”
EPILOGUE
“Out! All of you get the hell out of my sight!”
He watched as the future of his coven scrambled from the room like rats scurrying from a burning building. It was the most disgusting sight he’d ever seen. The last person left the room, slamming the door on his way out, causing the Grand Draoi to throw his cane and anything else he could get his hands on in a fit of rage. When the
leader of the Dorcha finally calmed down, he took in his surroundings and was immediately infuriated all over again.
“How the hell did those fucking dragons get the best of me again? It’s just not possible. I’m more powerful than they are. I’m sure as shit more cunning. But at every turn, they take away my chance to regain all that I’ve lost. And this time they almost found the Priestess. Something that I simply cannot allow. She is the only link I have to Thantos and the key to unlocking the doorway to the Underworld.”
He mulled over what to do next. The need to know that Calysta was still secure and being tortured as he’d ordered got the best of him. For the tenth time since securing the hidden bottom level of their compound, he called to Mara.
“Yes, Draoi?” she asked, kneeling as soon as she crossed the threshold of his office.
Smiling at her unwavering obedience, Cleland asked, “Is our prisoner still secure?”
“Yes, Draoi.”
“Is she receiving your utmost ‘care and attention’?” He snickered at his own joke.
“Yes, Draoi.”
He watched the subservient witch kneeling before him, amazed that the spell he’d used to steal her from her family was still holding strong, even after her more powerful, older sister had been within their walls just hours earlier. It would’ve been a true achievement to take two daughters from the sanctimonious Sarah Beth McKennon, but Fate had not been on his side.
He’d known for years that she and her family were white witches and not following the ways of the Dorcha. He had been willing to overlook their indiscretions as long as he could feed off their immense power, but now they were with the dragons. And if that wasn’t bad enough, one of her daughters was mated to one of the winged mongrels.
Not wanting to run the risk of pushing Mara too far, Cleland dismissed her. “Thank you, Mara. You may go.”