Tourmaline (Awakened Sea Dragons Book 2)

by Terry Bolryder

  This was his mate, and he wanted her. And if she was willing, he’d take her right now.

  What was she doing? She was behaving like a total, wanton slut. That’s what she was doing.

  She gasped as she broke the kiss, feeling as though she’d pass out if she didn’t breathe for a minute. His body was so hard, so muscled, smelled so amazing. How did he still smell like an ocean breeze after a shower? How was he so big? And how did he manage to make her feel so sexy about the things she was usually self-conscious about? If anyone else had tried to grab her waist in the heat of a kiss, she didn’t know what she would have done.

  But the way he’d let out a hungry growl, pressed his body against hers as though he couldn’t get enough, and swiped his tongue in possessively made her not care anymore.

  He was a man who wanted her, a man she wanted back, and that was all that mattered.

  She was really angry at anyone who had tried to make her believe otherwise.

  His handsome face was intense, overwhelmed, and incredibly hungry as he stared down at her, moving from her eyes to her lips and back again, silently telling her what he wanted.

  She’d never felt like such a woman. Never felt wanted by such a man.

  It was a wonderful feeling, heady, delicious. It was the perfect way to embrace this adventure, this escape from her everyday life.

  She trusted Kai when he said he wanted her. And now, as she became aware of a hard length that was surely impossible to fit inside her pressing against her leg, she didn’t even have to trust him.

  He wanted her. That was for damn certain. And who cared why? Didn’t every woman deserve to feel beautiful? When she was able to ignore society’s messages, magazines, and the comments of unsupportive people, didn’t she love herself a little when she looked in the mirror? Didn’t she think she had pretty nice, thick hair and fine hands?

  Didn’t everyone have at least a few reasons to feel beautiful, and shouldn’t there be others out there who saw the same things?

  She didn’t have time to keep thinking about it as Kai dipped his head hungrily, nipping at her neck, making her jump against the cushion. She was trapped, his prisoner as he kissed his way to her shoulder and brought one big hand up to toy with the off-shoulder sleeve of her dress.

  His touch, coarse but velvety, tickled her, and she squirmed against him, pressing her body to his.

  He let out a hiss and jerked back from her, and her body missed the warm, tingling excitement of his lips.

  “Dammit, I can’t think when you move like that,” he said, shaking his head, making the short waves there bounce slightly, still damp.

  “I don’t know why,” she said. “It’s not like I’m all hard and fit like you.”

  “Like me?” He scoffed. “Why would you want to be like me?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “Why do you want to be that way?”

  “I have to be strong,” he said. “To protect you.” He leaned forward, nuzzling his nose against hers in a surprisingly affectionate gesture. Then he stole her lips in a harsh, possessive kiss. His tongue dove inside aggressively, and she moaned as she was pinned fully against the cushions by his hard body.

  When he pulled back, his blue eyes were almost feverish. “I can be strong, and you can be… sumptuous.”

  She stared at him, trying to process it. Sumptuous?

  “Perfect,” he said, running his hands down her sides, over her hips to her thighs, which were clenched tightly together to calm the ache of her arousal. He tickled her slightly at the inside of her thighs, and she parted for him.

  Oh, this was wanton and wicked, but didn’t she deserve to have this for once in her life? She didn’t care if it never happened again. She would have this, this passionate, hot fling, to remember her entire life whenever she questioned if she was beautiful.

  She’d remember Kai, his handsome features taut with concentration and then utter ecstasy as his fingers found her wet panties and stroked over her center. She’d remember the way he kissed her as he propped himself over her and let his fingers slowly explore her folds. The way she cried out when he found her clit.

  His shocked look of surprise and then pride as he made her buck again and again under his hands.

  He seemed as in awe and wonder of the moment as she was as he took over control of her body, making it shake under his hand as he took her toward the inevitable. Something she’d never experienced with a partner before and on her own only with a vibe.

  But as Kai moved slightly, propping one knee between hers to keep her open, moving his fingers more frantically as she thrust against him, as he kissed down her neck and shoulders to the top of her cleavage, she felt the hot pressure build inside her to an unbearable pitch. And then she broke.

  She felt utterly shattered as she came apart in his arms, stolen over by pleasure, able only to cry out his name again and again as she writhed in shock against the waves of the strongest orgasm of her life.

  “Kai, Kai,” she murmured as she finally came down, realizing he had wrapped one arm around her, holding her close possessively as his other hand had stayed at her center, stroking her through her release.

  She looked up at him in confusion, wondering how someone who barely knew her could work her body so profoundly, almost as if he were able to read her mind and see things she hadn’t even been able to consciously want.

  “Kai… I… How…?” Her body was still thrumming, and she saw hunger in his eyes again. Hunger she echoed even as her body felt exhausted from release. She had to have more. She had to have it now.

  She reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down to kiss her. This time, she slid her tongue into his mouth, and he let out a little growl as his body tightened against her and his hand left her folds to prop him up on the couch.

  “More,” she whispered as she released his mouth and looked up into his eyes.

  She could have sworn something flashed there for a moment, that his eyes changed to slits and then back to usual, but she was sure she was imagining it. That her head was light from the shock, the pleasure she’d had already.

  Her mind was playing tricks on her, for certain.

  But one thing Kai didn’t do was play tricks. Even after one day, she knew he didn’t play around. That if he said something, he meant it, and if he wanted something, he got it.

  And if she asked for more, then she was definitely going to get it.

  Chapter 7

  Kai couldn’t believe he was so lucky. His mate had asked for more of him. He’d almost felt his dragon take over, the collar the only thing that kept him restrained. Seeing her go was the most amazing feeling in the world. He’d followed his heart to take her there, and watching it happen had been beyond his wildest dreams.

  Beyond anything that had happened to him as a dragon.

  Beyond fighting the most dangerous sea monsters or watching the most beautiful sunsets on the horizon.

  If this was what his new life involved, then he would happily go into it, dive into this world more eagerly than he ever had into the ocean.

  From the second she’d walked into his life, his heart had been hers.

  There was no way to explain it to her, just like there was no way to explain how he’d been awakened or how his life was before.

  He just loved Renee. That was all there was to it. But he kept it to himself as he answered her request for “more.”

  He got off the couch and grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her down on it so she was lying flat instead of leaning against the arm.

  Then he straddled her, placing one hard thigh on one side of her before he quickly realized that wasn’t going to work so well. His eyes darted up toward the bedroom. If he was going to give her more, he might as well go where neither of them was hampered by the small amount of room on a couch.

  He lifted her easily, tossing her over his shoulder this time, loving the feeling of power it gave him and the way she giggled and kicked, pretending not to love it.

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sp; He lowered her most of the way onto the bed and then tossed her back lightly into the middle of it. Then he jumped atop her, pinning her down with a predatory growl as his hands caught her wrists and his thighs landed on either side of her.

  The dragon in him let out a roar. Mine.

  She looked up at him, amused, aroused, and slightly red. Her wonderful waves of hair were spread around her like the rays of a setting sun over the ocean, and he took a deep breath, taking in her scent.

  Warm, sunny flowers. Sunlit fields. Warmth. Land. And somehow, that was fine with him.

  She was so beautiful, her full breasts threatening to spill over the low neckline that had pulled lower with his kisses.

  Suddenly, he wanted the whole thing off. Had to see all of her. He let her hands go and reached for the small sleeves of her dress, but she squeaked and reached out to cover herself, to stop him.

  He sat back slightly, still perched over her. He gave her a glare, narrowing his eyes to let her know just what he thought about her trying to hide from him.

  He’d told her she was beautiful, and she was damn well going to accept it if she wanted him to give her all she deserved.

  She sighed, looking aside with a deep flush as she dropped her hands, letting him get back to stripping her. He pulled the sleeves down over her arms, and she helped by pulling her hands up and out of them. The dress was still caught around her breasts, though, and he wasn’t sure how to remove it the rest of the way. He got off of her, and she sat up, the dress moving dangerously low, revealing a soft, silky garment that covered her breasts.

  His throat went utterly dry as he saw the soft swells there. She pushed the dress down and shimmied out of it, not meeting his gaze as she tossed it aside.

  She was wearing odd undergarments, or perhaps he had never seen human undergarments. It looked a little like the swimsuits he had seen outside. Was she planning to go swimming?

  She looked at him nervously, her hair falling over one shoulder, and her arms tried to cover herself once again.

  With a growl, he jumped forward, pinning her down again so he could look her over.

  As he’d thought, she was perfect. He nodded at the contraption on her breasts, silently suggesting she remove it. He could use his dragon claws, but he hated to ruin her clothing and give her a reason to be mad at him.

  She hesitated, then reached behind and undid the garment, letting it fall away from her breasts.

  Beautiful, pink, poised nipples bounced free, begging for his tongue, and he leapt forward to catch them, one in his mouth, suckling lightly, the other in one hand.

  She gasped at the contact as he sucked slightly, grazing his teeth and then his tongue ever so lightly against her nipple as he explored it. Then he switched, wanting to taste the other, wanting to lave it and lick it and love it until she screamed in his arms.

  She arched, gasping, and he smiled against her breasts. She was exquisite in every way, and he wasn’t even close to done showing her.

  “Kai,” she said. “You’re overwhelming me.”

  “Good,” he said, sitting up over her while leaving his hands on her breasts. He tweaked both nipples slightly. They were wet and sensitive, exposed to the air, and she squeaked in response. He ran his thumbs over each, and she arched, moaning his name.

  She might not know how to communicate with him, and he might not know the right things to say, but this way, they understood each other just fine.

  She was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, and he decided to give her peaked nipples a break as one hand moved between her thighs again. He’d loved exploring there before, the scent, the soft heat, the wetness that increased with every moment.

  The way she’d shuddered when she came in his arms.

  He longed to be inside her, ached for it in a human way that was so new to him, but he knew that was for later. That had everything to do with what he wanted and nothing to do with proving himself to his mate. With showing her she was beautiful.

  Besides, she was small, and he wasn’t sure if he would hurt her. He didn’t want to risk it on their first night coming together.

  He stroked, and she moaned, her voice beautiful and clear, her hands tangling in the sheets as she resisted the pleasure. She was such a gorgeous sight before him, her pretty face, her flushed features, her ravishing hair.

  He put a hand on either thigh and pushed them apart, staring at the wet folds behind the silk.

  “I want you naked,” he said harshly, hooking a finger into her undergarments.

  She nodded, and he tore them away, unable to be slow and gentle any longer.

  He had all the money in the world. He was sure such small garments wouldn’t be expensive, and he could buy her many more of them.

  Every color in the rainbow so he could tear them off.

  Beneath them, she was more beautiful than he’d ever imagined, and he couldn’t resist the urge to taste her.

  He lowered his head, watching her eyes widen, but she didn’t tell him to stop. So, keeping a hand on each thigh, he lowered his tongue to just slightly brush along her folds.

  She screamed, arching, and he looked up to make sure she was all right. She was biting her fist, but her face was flushed with pleasure.

  She dropped her hand and gave him an exasperated look. “Don’t you dare stop.”

  He grinned, getting up on his knees and catching her with a hand under each thigh, hefting them over his shoulders, lifting her partially off the mattress.

  Perfect access.

  “Kai!” she cried out, covering her face with embarrassment. “You can’t—”

  He wasn’t going to give her a chance to protest or talk down about herself. His tongue shot out, laving her, and one hand left her thigh to part her folds as he found the little bead that had set her off so hard before.

  He sucked it, his tongue swirling around it, as his hand caressed her waist, her hips, her thigh, her pelvis, and she writhed and screamed, helpless in his hands.

  It was a glorious feeling, his mouth owning her most sensitive area, her breasts bouncing magnificently as she struggled side to side, biting her lips against the tortured moans that nonetheless escaped.

  And then she just gave in to the moment, moaning, calling his name, cursing and blessing him at the same time as pleasure overcame her once again.

  She shuddered against him, her muscles convulsing, her sweet voice calling out his name.

  The best sound in the world. Better than ocean waves in the morning or the sound of gulls. Better than he’d ever experienced.

  Renee finding the highest pleasure in his arms.

  He leaned forward to kiss her, her thighs still over his shoulders, pinned against her as his body covered hers. She moaned, still feeling her pleasure, and he smiled against her lips, nearly lost in the moment himself.

  Then, realizing she might not be comfortable, he pulled back, lowering her legs to the mattress. Then he propped himself fully over her again. He wanted to cover her body. Make it entirely his. Go inside her, claim her, show her what else he could do to own her entirely. To make her scream his name and clutch his back.

  Half dragon, half man but all hers, no matter what he was.

  But it wasn’t the right time. He didn’t know enough about mating, and more than anything in the world, he didn’t want to hurt her. So he just slumped against her, holding her close as her breathing returned to normal, trying to calm the raging dragon inside him. The one who wanted to claim his mate.

  He kissed her forehead, praying his heartrate would return to normal.

  For once in his life, he had to be patient.

  For her, he could wait.

  Except… it seemed maybe his mate couldn’t.

  She writhed against him, moaning slightly, and it was clear she didn’t want things to be over. He was painfully hard, and though he didn’t want to risk anything by taking things further with her, he also didn’t think he could hold on any longer if they continued.

  “Kai,” sh
e murmured softly, her hand moving down between them to grip him lightly. He jerked back, pulling himself off of her and looking down in shock. His mate was bold; he’d give her that.

  Her eyes were hesitant as she pulled her hand back, and he could see hurt in them as she tried to decipher his intentions.

  Would she feel rejected if he didn’t go further? He hoped not. He leaned forward, keeping his body carefully separate as he kissed her forehead gently. Then he rolled to the side and lay beside her, arms behind his head.

  “That was more than amazing. Thank you,” he said.

  “But you didn’t… you didn’t…”

  She was going to say he didn’t go all the way, and he didn’t want to screw things up by trying to explain why he couldn’t or wouldn’t. Besides, the night had truly been wonderful. Nothing was missing. Perhaps… perhaps if he played it right, she could think he was just tired?

  He yawned exaggeratedly, pretending to feel exhausted when the truth was anything but. He was exhilarated by the night he’d had with his mate. Utterly in love with her. Ready to start the next day (with a swimming lesson, of course) and keep taking things at a careful pace.

  He’d already chased her away multiple times. He didn’t want to do it again by screwing up something so important.

  And she had seemed so small… How was he not going to hurt her?

  He turned over with another exaggerated yawn and then closed his eyes, going still and making the sound he’d heard Seaton’s human mate make sometimes when she fell asleep on Seaton’s shoulder.

  Snoring, he thought it was called.

  It went silent in the room, and he hoped she wasn’t mad at him. He heard her stirring around, and his chest tightened when she got off the bed. He heard the light switch click, and then it was dark in the room. He heard her footsteps move around, and he silently commanded her to come back to bed.