Seduced by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 5) - Paranormal Fairytale Romance (Fallen Immoratls)

by Alisa Woods

  He leaned in to nuzzle her cheek. “You are my life,” he whispered.

  Her gasp went straight to his cock. “Let’s make a new one, then,” she breathed.

  His heart couldn’t have wished for sweeter words from her lips. And his cock was still rock-hard inside her. He thrust again, slower at first then building. He needed her to climax with him, joined in love and sweet, magic-sparking lust. One last time before he lay down the mating fire that would seal her and make her his forever. As they rocked the bed, her whimpers slowly grew to cries. She arched against him and clutched his shoulders. There was nothing fancy about the position. Nothing new about the place. Just her body and his, joined in heat and love, blue sparks flying across their skin, between their lips, and along every inch of him inside her. The pleasure of it was coiling tight and low in his belly, but the lightness of his heart made it surreal. She loved him with a True Love that surpassed everything—curses, fae, demons—and he loved her more than anything in any realm, including his own life. They were making love and magic and pleasure all at once.

  Her cries trembled, and he could feel her tense, that sweet cusp just before she came. He thrust harder, filling her body with his.

  “Sweet Rose, be mine,” he whispered, voice hoarse as he took her.

  Her only response was a tremulous cry as she came and bucked against him. His own climax slammed into him like a wave he didn’t see coming, pulling him under, deep into the pleasure with her. He emptied into her, wave after wave, his seed hot and magic and healing, as always. He waited until every last drop had been spent, but no longer.

  He had to move fast.

  She gasped as he turned her and pinned her to the bed, one hand fisted in her hair, the other flat between her shoulder blades to hold her still. He straddled her sweet bottom, so that would keep her from moving too much.

  “I’m sorry, love,” he whispered.

  “What—” But she was cut off by his dragonfire, the special kind he had summoned just for mating, for it was burning his seal into her back.

  She screamed, and it tore out his heart.

  But he didn’t stop. The blue fire left his lips as they traced down her back, etching his magic into her body, marking her as his own, and claiming her with his fire. Her screaming and flailing wrenched tears from his eyes. They cascaded down his face as he steadily worked his way, not stopping until he finished the small curl at the base of her spine. Then he held her still even though the burning was done, just so he could kiss away the pain. He rubbed his face on her newly scorched magical tattoo, the dragon of his House now forever part of her, inside and out. The tears on his face would heal her as much as the runes he summoned to his hands and the soothing wetness of his kisses. Inside, his seed would help buttress her for the change that soon would come. Mercifully, her crying had stopped, and as he made his second and then third pass across her sealing mark, even the whimpering died down. When he thought he had done all he could to ease her pain, he released her and drew her back against his chest, cuddling her and cupping her breasts in his hands.

  “My love, my love,” he whispered into the wild halo of her hair. “I’m so sorry. Please tell me where it still hurts, so I can heal it.”

  She was breathing heavily and didn’t answer right away.

  His runes were still at work, summoned now to his chest to provide healing magic wherever he touched her.

  “No, I’m okay,” she said, but it was stuttered.

  “Tell me the truth,” he whispered. “I have to heal you, and you… you have to complete the sealing before we can move on.”

  She turned in his arms to face him wide-eyed. “I can feel it. Your fire. I feel it inside me.”

  He nodded and nuzzled her cheek. The sparking between them was heating up with her body. “That’s the change happening inside you. Your body, every last cell of it, is accepting my magic as we speak. There’s heating up that goes along with it.” He kept his head ducked, buried in the silky softness of her hair. This was the hard part—the part when he might lose her. When the magic might keep burning hotter and hotter if her body rejected it or couldn’t withstand it. He’d never thought this would be the dangerous part—his Rosalyn was fiery and strong and brave—but now that the moment was here, he was trembling in fear of it. Because there was literally nothing he could do to stop it now. All his healing magic had already been dispensed. Plus he’d flooded her with his own blood not long ago, replenishing what she’d lost to the vampire. There was nothing more he could possibly do.

  She’d either survive… or she wouldn’t.

  Her breathing was picking up. “So hot,” she panted. “Is it supposed to be this hot?”

  Tears pricked the backs of his eyes. “Yes.” Even he could feel it now—her skin was hot to the touch. Burning hot. Like the worst high-grade fever, only more so.

  She pushed away from him on the bed, flopping on her back. Her brow was furrowed, and her eyes closed. “So hot… so hot…” Her pants were quickly becoming labored.

  “I’m here,” he choked out, edging closer to her, but not touching, lest he make it worse. “Right here, my love.”

  “Leonidas!” She grabbed the mattress on both sides, thrashing on it.

  It was tearing him apart to watch. “I’m right here.”

  “There’s something…” She writhed on the bed, bare heels digging into it. “There’s something burning inside me!”

  Holy mother of magic… he would have to watch her die. He couldn’t bear it, but there was no force on earth that could tear him away. “I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry.”

  “Ahhh! God, it’s burning!” Her back arched up, her mouth gaping wide.

  The tears were flowing down his face now. He wiped them and pressed them to her cheek, but she just batted away his hands. Then a growl started deep inside her and worked its way up, getting louder and louder through her clenched teeth—

  Then suddenly, fire erupted from her mouth in a violent stream.

  Leonidas reflexively ducked then… stared in wonder. “Holy shit,” he whispered. The entire canopy of the bed had caught fire, but the blue flames that had shot out of his beloved’s mouth?

  Dragonfire.

  He used magic to snuff out the smoldering draperies of the bed, sweeping them away to the floor.

  Rosalyn sagged back down onto the mattress, eyes shut.

  Alarm tripped through him. “Rosalyn!” He reached to her prone form. But she was already blearily blinking her eyes open, and her breathing was back to normal.

  “What in the name of magic…” She squinted at the missing drapery above, and the haze of smoke it left behind. “What was that?”

  Joy was making his heart soar. She’d lived. She made it. “That, my fiery little witch, was your badass dragon-self coming out.”

  Her eyes went wide, and she lifted her head to peer at him. “My what?”

  He was drunk with happiness, and that spirited look in her eyes just put him over the top. He slid up to her, kissing her fast and furious. Then he pulled back and grinned. Her lips, her skin, that cute crinkled brow of hers—all of it was cool again. She’d vented the buildup of his dragonfire—her dragonfire—and she’d cleared the first hurdle. “Your body has accepted my magic.” He couldn’t help touching her, skimming his hand over her breast, up her neck, into her hair. “And because you’re a fantastically powerful witch, your magic and mine—they’ve combined somehow. Every woman—every human woman—gains some traits of a dragon when she mates. But you are so fucking powerful…” He just had to have more contact with her, so he eased his body, including his yes, Ma’am at attention cock, up on top of her. “Your magic just fucking co-opted mine. You breathed dragonfire, my love.”

  “You have got to be kidding.” But there was a glee in her eyes as well, and his heart just took flight. Her magic—she would come into her own with it anyway. He should have foreseen it, but he never let himself get that far. Never truly believed it.

  Never d

ared to hope.

  He should have known anything was possible with her.

  “Remind me never to piss you off,” he said with a smirk. “But now, my love, you need to turn around and grab hard onto the bed post.”

  “I do?” she asked, but she didn’t hesitate, just clambered to her knees and crawled across the bed, that delicious rear end swaying for him. She grabbed hold of the bed post with both hands, then threw a look at him over her shoulder. “Why?” she asked.

  Did she have any idea how fucking sexy she was?

  “Because…” He crawled after her, kissed her bottom first, then slid his hands up along the serpentine dragon tattoo that was his mark. It twitched under his hands, and her eyelids fell to half-mast. He felt the purr rumble through her, and it turned him on almost as much as the live-wire electric buzz of magic that sizzled between them. Even stronger now. It was surging pleasure through him before he’d even buried himself in her. “Because now we make a baby,” he said and slammed his cock into her hot, sweet body.

  She yelped and grabbed at the bedpost to keep from tumbling off the mattress. But he didn’t even hesitate before slamming into her again. Her cry of pleasure went straight to his cock. He grunted and thrust again. The white-hot blinding pleasure with each stroke was like melting ecstasy. He knew that mated sex was fucking great, but this was insane—each touch was halfway to a climax, and yet somehow a lid was kept on the pleasure, stopping it from peaking. Instead, it built and built, like a smoldering volcano gaining more and more pressure. He gripped her hips hard and kept thrusting, more wildly unleashed than he’d ever been with any woman.

  She was his mate.

  She had been made immortal with his magic, and hers. Not only could her newly strengthened body take the full force of his passion, but she would crave it just as much as he, after the first time… after a dragonling was blossoming in her belly…

  He powered on, thrusting the long length of his cock deep into the hot magic of her body, relentlessly pushing them both to the brink of climax. And when it came, it was like an explosion of pleasure in his mind and body and soul. His seed shot into her what seemed like endlessly. Emptied and emptied and still more, until he was sated and owned by the pleasure.

  He didn’t withdraw so much as collapse by her side.

  She fell next to him.

  They were both quiet for a long time, spent and floating and buzzing with afterglow. Finally, he moved first, his hand seeking her out, instinctively finding the flat, for now, smooth surface of her belly.

  He just held her that way.

  “I can feel him,” she whispered. “He’s amazing.”

  Words had never said so much in so few and so directly to his heart.

  He eased up to her and found her lips. He kissed them gently then moved back down to drop a kiss on her belly. “My entire world is here, in this bed.” It was plain spoken, but it was everything.

  She cradled his head to her belly and sighed.

  He snuggled into her and felt the drugging pull of sleep.

  He would rest—they both needed it—but when he awoke, he would make love to this woman he loved again and again and again. For six weeks, until their child was born.

  And pray the remnant of demon inside his beautiful mate would allow their baby to live.

  Leonidas and Rosalyn's story continues in...

  TOUCHED BY A DRAGON

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  Of Bards and Witches

  London, The Year of Our Lord 1600

  Leonidas is a dragon shifter, a century into his allotted five, and he’s entranced by Master Shakespeare’s theatre and the comely and lusty women of London’s bankside. But when he finds a witch in the practice of her art in clear view of the stage, he must act… for dragons are the keepers of the peace between the mortal and immortal realms. But never has duty been so sweetly sexy and delicious to the touch as a witch whose very skin sparks pleasure. He becomes lost in his bed, breaking his own cardinal rule—never seduce a woman for more than a night. As one pleasure-drenched night bleeds into the next, he runs afoul of a danger he ought already know… never cross a witch.

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