by Amelia Jade
“It is, isn’t it?” he agreed, sounding surprised at his own words.
The scuffing of footsteps on the interlocking brick pathway in front of them broke the spell, and their hands dropped away.
A moment later, two big grizzly shifters meandered into view in bear form, ambling down the pathway. The pair stopped for a moment as they came upon the unexpected visitors, but once they recognized Daxxton, the big animals simply nodded and continue to walk.
He and Miranda flattened themselves against the wall of greenery in order to give the titanic animals room to pass, but even then it was a tight fit. Daxxton always marveled at how big they were compared to their feral cousins. If he were anything but a dragon, he would fear the grizzlies of Cadia immensely.
The pair of guards disappeared around the next bend, and his gaze returned to Miranda. Her eyes were mere specks of darkness in the gloom, such a dark shade of brown they were black to even his eyesight. But he could make out her flushed smile at the way the two of them had almost been caught like teenaged lovers.
Something awoke within him at the way she suddenly bit her lip.
“Inside?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly, a very different tone than anything she would have heard from him before.
The change in his voice, plus his question, would make it very clear to her what he was thinking.
“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding shakily.
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The thick steel door to her room closed with a clang, at odds with the wooden appearance of it, but Miranda barely noticed.
Her attention was focused on Daxxton’s hands as they slid up her sides under her shirt, his warm fingers running across her soft skin with a powerful tenderness that she’d never felt from a lover before. The sheer strength in his frame could be felt through that one touch, and yet she’d never been treated so tenderly before at the same time.
It wrought shiver after shiver from her as he moved up behind her, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he pulled her into him. Muscles pressed against her back, and Miranda felt her nipples harden under her bra, the sensitive nubs pressing through the material, straining for attention.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she breathed, her knees going weak as his mouth found her neck, hot breath washing over her moments before his lips sucked gently on her skin.
He kissed her neck all over, forcing Miranda’s eyes into the back of her skull as she moaned softly at the attention he was giving her, and the reaction it was getting from her body. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs already, and Daxxton had barely even begun to touch her, let alone undress her!
The heat that poured off his body was incredible, infusing her skin with a searing warmth that made her do nothing but crave more.
As if reading her mind, Daxxton peeled off her shirt, his lips pausing at her ear.
“I know,” he rumbled deeply, the words so low-pitched she could feel the vibrations across her skin as he spoke. “But I can’t seem to stop myself.”
“Good,” she said, the word practically a moan as his strong hands ran across her stomach and up to drag fingertips over the swell of her breasts. “Don’t stop,” she gasped as her bra seemed to magically fall away. “Please, don’t stop.”
A deep, manly growl sounded as his hands cupped her breasts at last, thumb and index finger gently pinching and rolling her nipples, tweaking them lovingly to produce nothing but an endless stream of pleasure.
“Daxxton.” She moaned his name as he held her tight, one hand still playing with her breasts, the other moving down painstakingly slowly, over her soft stomach and past her waist.
Miranda knew what it was seeking, and she urged him onward in his quest, whimpering and moaning as he slowed his process some more, making her wait.
Teeth nipped at her earlobe before sinking into her neck. Miranda hadn’t thought it possible, but her nipples hardened even more as a slight burst of pain shot through her system, drawing a gasp of delight from her at the way it mingled with the pleasure.
Daxxton kissed her softly, before his teeth bit her again, lower this time. Not hard enough to leave marks, but enough to sting in a way that drove her insane.
She needed him. Right then and there.
“Take me,” she breathed, dropping her hands to her sides and questing behind her, feeling his cock under his pants as it pressed into her from behind.
She wanted him inside of her.
Not one to say no, Daxxton’s fingers leapt to her waist, swiftly undoing her pants. Fingers dipped inside her waistband and he pulled her pants and underwear to the ground in one swift motion, dropping to his knees as he did, so that her ass was right at his face level.
Then, without warning, a hand placed itself on her back and pushed her forward at the waist. Miranda gasped in shocked delight and bent over, her face pushing into the softness of her bed even as she stuck her ass out at him, exposing herself for him to see.
“Oh my,” he practically purred, his finger sliding up the inside of her thigh while she simply stood there and let him do as he pleased to her.
That same finger encountered her wetness, using it to help Daxxton slide it back and forth across her clit, a sensation that drove Miranda wild. Her fingers tightened into fists around the comforter, and she moaned louder into the material, pulling it to her face as he continued to touch her.
It was just one finger, but Miranda was already so aroused it didn’t matter. He was going to make her cum from simply sliding that one digit across her clit.
“I’m going to explode,” she begged. “Just a little harder, please.”
At first he didn’t respond, and she thought he was going to continue teasing her. Miranda wasn’t in the mood for that. She wanted to be fucked by the gold dragon, and she wanted it soon.
But a moment later Daxxton responded, his finger increasing its pressure, and to her delight, moving a little faster as well, finding the perfect rhythm to drive her wild.
“Yes, like that,” she said between gasps, her hips beginning to buck as he pleasured her. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she growled as her orgasm built, and built.
“I won’t,” he said from behind her, his mouth kissing her legs and ass even as he continued to pleasure her. “I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum.”
“I will,” she promised, her arms beginning to shake. “I’m so close. So cl—”
Miranda couldn’t finish her sentence. Without warning, Daxxton’s finger vanished, replaced by his tongue on her clit. If the warmth of that change wasn’t enough, his now-slick finger slid inside her a moment later.
“Holy shit. I’m going to cum!” she moaned loudly.
And then she did. Her climax exploded violently through her body, making her shake. If it weren’t for Daxxton’s other arm wrapping around her upper legs and holding her, she would have fallen to the ground as she writhed in sinful pleasure from what he’d done to her.
Warmth exploded down her leg as she continued to orgasm for him, his tongue and finger never slowing down. She tried to stop him, but he ignored her, and moments later Miranda knew she couldn’t hold out.
“I’m going to cum again,” she managed to get out between gasps as her lungs heaved for air. “Oh Daxxton. Fuck. Don’t you dare stop. Holy shit.” Her cries filled the room as it happened all over again.
She felt her walls contract, and her core flexed and relaxed at a wickedly fast pace. Miranda came a second time, just as violently. Her eyes began to hurt from how hard she had them squeezed shut, but it didn’t matter. There was no way she could control her body as it shook.
This time Daxxton did stop, slowing his touch to match how violently she shook. As Miranda steadied herself, he stopped entirely. She knew that he’d had to twist his head at an interesting angle to be able to please her so, but it didn’t seem to bother him.
She began to turn, to drop to her knees and return the favor, but an iron grip closed around her waist, holding her still.<
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“Don’t move,” he growled at her.
The hands disappeared and she heard what sounded like clothing being removed.
Then one hand returned, and she felt her eyes fly open as the head of a rather large cock pressed against her opening.
“Oh my,” she gasped. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
“Of course,” he said, and pushed inside of her.
“Oh my God,” she practically screamed as his thick shaft pushed her walls apart, forcing its way inside her with a mixture of ecstasy and pain that threatened to overwhelm her senses. He was just so big. “You’re fucking huge,” she panted as he stopped. “I can’t believe I took it all.”
“That’s about halfway,” he said, his voice thick with smug arrogance.
“You’re joking,” she gasped in surprise, a hand dropping between her legs.
No, he wasn’t. She could feel much of his cock still outside her.
“I don’t know if I can take all of you,” she said in disbelief.
And yet, even as she said that, her hips moved of their own accord, pushing back against him, feeling him even deeper. “Oh God,” she said as her body shuddered while trying to accommodate him. “Holy fuck. You’re so deep.”
Behind her Daxxton only growled and groaned as he buried his huge cock in her inch by inch.
“How much more?” she asked.
“Just a little.”
“Fucking give it to me,” she ordered.
Daxxton didn’t hesitate. He buried his entire remaining length within her in one smooth, gentle motion.
Miranda came immediately as she felt his hips touch hers. Her walls tightened around him and Daxxton let out a hiss of delight as they continued to squeeze his cock as she shook. This time she was held aloft by his hands on her waist and the huge rod that felt like it was halfway into her stomach.
The third orgasm subsided and she gasped for breath as control returned to her body.
“Daxxton,” she said after a moment, blinking away the stars that had been clouding her vision.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Fuck me,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.
The big shifter didn’t respond. He simply backed his hips out several inches and then thrust back into her again.
“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me hard,” she said again.
Daxxton complied. This time he seemed to withdraw almost completely before the entire length of his cock came slamming back into her, making her ass bounce as his hips collided with hers. But he didn’t stop.
Miranda lost all semblance of control as he pounded her hard, his fingers tightening on her waist so that she couldn’t move.
Her body shook, breasts bouncing wildly against the bed. The comforter became one big ball of material as she clung onto it desperately, needing to squeeze something as the ripped shifter fucked her with abandon.
It was so rough and carnal as she took him from behind.
And Miranda fucking loved it.
Never once did she feel the urge to switch positions, or to say another word. Daxxton simply fucked her hard with his cock, slamming it into her again and again. At one point his hand began to spank her ass, just hard enough for it to tingle, and she came again almost instantly, coating his cock in her juices once more.
At some point, she felt him begin to shake.
“Are you going to cum?” she practically begged him, needing several breaths to get the sentence out.
“Yes,” he said deeply.
“Not inside me,” she ordered.
“I’m going to—”
Daxxton pulled out from within her even as she felt him swell in size once more.
A moment later he groaned in pleasure and she felt the first rope of his hot cum splash across her back. It was followed by another, and another, as he coated her in his seed, the blazing warm liquid feeling wonderful on her skin.
He made all sorts of grunts and groans as he finished cumming. Miranda, meanwhile, was holding onto the bed for dear life, not trusting her legs to hold her aloft after the fucking she’d just taken.
There was a sudden silence that descended, filled only by the two of them as they both struggled to return air to their lungs. Sensing that he was done, Miranda pulled herself forward onto the bed, lying sprawled out.
A moment later Daxxton flopped down beside her, his incredibly muscular body covered in a sheen of sweat from his exertion. The glistening skin only served to enhance his muscles some more, and she marveled at him, tracing the outline of each individual one in his back with her eyes.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” she said aloud.
“Speak for yourself,” he panted, turning his head to look at her.
Their eyes met, and suddenly everything came crashing back to reality.
“Oh. Shit,” they said in unison.
Daxxton looked guilty and distraught, while she knew her face reflected panic at what they’d just done.
“I should go,” the big dragon said awkwardly.
Chapter Eight
Daxxton
He took one last delightful look at her naked body, covered in his cum. Fuck, she was hot. His cock responded, ready to take her once more, but he knew he couldn’t.
“I’m sorry,” he said, gathering his clothes up in his arms and making a beeline for the door.
What had he been thinking?!
Peeking his head out the door, he glanced down the hallway. It was clear, and he fled to his own room.
Right across the hall.
So much for putting some distance between us. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, but he couldn’t, because his guilt came back full swing.
Now, not only had he slept with someone else, but in his panic he’d run from the room, leaving her covered in his cum!
Daxxton hung his head in shame. There was nothing he could do about it now. Walking back across the hall just to clean her up, then running away, would only make things worse than they already were. The idea of that brought a smile to his face for a moment, but it was quickly smothered by his inner guilt, which had decided to return full force.
I’m sorry.
The wordless apology could have gone to both women, he knew. But right then he was only thinking of Kyra, his mate. Long ago he’d made a promise to her. To always be faithful. He’d kept that promise emotionally, if not physically, until just then. But there was no denying the fact that though it had been rough and not tender, the coupling with Miranda had been an emotional thing, not just for relief of his physical desires.
He knew Kyra wouldn’t begrudge him having sex. But he couldn’t bear the thought of knowing he’d failed her with his heart. After more than five centuries of keeping it for her, he’d failed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the empty room.
He dropped the clothes in a pile next to the ones from the day before, which were now pressed and clean, neatly stacked on the bed.
Then he moved into the en suite bathroom and ran the shower, hoping it might help wash away the guilt, but knowing in his mind that it wouldn’t do a damn thing besides clean his body.
The whistle of the showerhead as it poured hot water slowly morphed into the screams he dreaded. Images flashed behind his eyes.
“No,” he protested, not wanting to relive it. “Please. Not now.”
But they didn’t stop. He saw the faces pleading with him. The corpses and fires strewn about. The blood everywhere he turned.
And the screams. Always the screams of the injured, wailing as they cried out for their mothers.
“STOP IT!” he roared, going berserk. His fist smashed into the wall, tile crumbing under the blow as he drove it right through the reinforced concrete board underneath.
Shrieking, his brain assaulted by more images than he could handle, Daxxton tore the bathroom apart. He reduced the tub to ruin with several swift kicks, the porcelain shattering. The vanity crumpled as he yanked it from the wall and hurled it i
nto the corner, splintering apart under the impact.
He almost destroyed the toilet, but a sliver of common sense intruded, reminding him of the mess that would entail.
Instead he went into the bedroom and destroyed every piece of furniture he could as his rage built into a cold fury, all aimed directly at himself and his own actions.
Finally, sitting amongst the battered pieces of the bed, nightstands, dresser, and more, he collapsed, his lungs heaving as the rage left him.
“I need a drink,” he said, standing abruptly. He found his clean clothes in the mess and pulled them on—black pants, silk shirt, and gray socks. His tactical boots came next, and then he strode from the room.
Two members of Klara’s personal security team and one of the servants stood conferring in low tones in the hallway. They glanced up as he emerged.
“What?” he snarled and brushed past them, the smaller shifters scurrying to get out of his way.
Nobody wanted to fuck with an angry dragon.
Daxxton strode through the house, ignoring the looks he received from all over. The noise must have carried. Not that he cared just then. The bar beckoned, and he walked into the room and right up to the counter. He placed one hand on it and vaulted over it without slowing. The bottle of shifter-strength whiskey was right in front of him, and he grabbed it, retracing his path back over the bartop. There he found a seat and settled in, taking a long pull from the bottle, feeling the liquid burn smoothly on its way into his stomach. Daxxton wasn’t a huge drinker, but he needed something to settle his nerves before he lost it on a person, and not inanimate objects.
I am so much more fucked up than anyone knows.
That thought produced a hiccup-like laugh in him as he took another swig. Everyone thought he was this old, wise dragon, who had everything figured out.
“Little do they fucking know I’m a walking wreck,” he muttered with another near-hysterical laugh. “Daxxton Ryker, the haunted Aurum Dragon. That’s me.”
He put his head down on the counter and without warning, began to cry.