by Donna Grant
“You want to take care of me?” she asked, and leaned far enough down so that her nipple grazed his chest.
He moaned, his fingers digging into her hips. “Aye.”
“Then make love to me.”
Banan took her mouth in a searing kiss. He thought he was in control, until she wrapped a hand around his cock. He hissed in a breath as she stroked him from base to tip before lightly squeezing.
He groaned, unable to stop his hips from rising to meet her hand. He was already so far gone, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. But the feel of her touching him was the most exquisite torture he’d ever endured.
Jane had never been so bold with a man before. She smiled at the deep moan her touch brought forth from Banan. It was empowering.
As much as she wanted to spend time touching him, it took just one brush from the head of his rod against her sensitive sex, and she had to have him inside her.
Jane guided him to her entrance. The feel of the blunt head of his arousal stretching her felt too good. She rotated her hips once, twice. She was about to do it again when Banan growled and jerked her hips down as he lifted his.
He slid in deep and hard. Jane gasped, her eyes closing with pleasure. He was impossibly hard, like steel encased in velvet.
He stretched her, filled her until she didn’t know where she ended and he began. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, loving the feel of him inside her.
She sat up, biting her lip when he went deeper. Through her lashes she watched his lips lift in a satisfied male smile that sent a thrill through her.
His hands grasped her breasts, leisurely caressing them. Her breasts swelled and her body burned. Her tempo increased when he drew her nipples into taut, aching buds.
Jane thought she was in control until Banan sat up and fastened his mouth on a nipple. She sank her hands into his hair and dropped her head back.
He scooted them to the edge of the bed, where he carefully shifted her legs until they wrapped around him. And then he began to move.
Jane’s breath locked in her lungs. She was overwhelmed with the incredible sensations as their bodies rocked together. His grip on her hips tightened as he slowly raised her and then pulled her down.
He repeated the movement again and again. Ruthlessly, relentlessly he pushed her higher, urged her to give everything.
Jane opened her heart, opened her soul—and never looked back.
Her body was tightening, muscles locking. And then the climax took her, pitched her. Swept her.
She was falling into an abyss, a chasm, and she’d never felt so safe, so protected. So … wanted. It was a primal, primitive feeling.
One look into Banan’s molten eyes, and she was lost. Forever, endlessly lost to all that was Banan. She didn’t panic at the love blooming in her heart. Nothing so beautiful should be feared.
Contentment flowed through her as Banan began to move his hips faster. Their gazes locked, held. There was no looking away, no denying something profound was transpiring between them.
She felt his muscles tighten, heard his breathing hitch, and with a low moan, his release took him.
Jane embraced him as he buried his face in her neck and spilled his seed inside her. She held him, confused and exciting by what had occurred.
Whatever the days ahead held for her, she knew her life would be forever altered.
Because she had fallen heedlessly, helplessly in love with him.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Banan held the mug of coffee in his hands and stared at Jane as he stood by the counter. He’d rested better last night than he had since it was his turn to take a century or so to sleep in Dreagan’s mountain, as each Dragon King did.
Greeting a new day with Jane in his arms had been amazing. And baffling. He’d always made sure never to stay with a woman like that. Somehow, without him knowing it, something had changed.
He’d considered leaving before Jane woke, but he hadn’t been able to. One look at her sleeping so innocently, and he’d been unable to look away.
Banan couldn’t ever remember watching anyone sleep. Yet it had held his attention for almost half an hour.
“You aren’t going to answer me, are you?” Jane asked from her seat at the table. Her voice held a note of sadness, but her gaze was direct, as if she’d known how he’d react.
But what was he supposed to do? She’d asked for his secret, since she had shared her. Yet Banan couldn’t tell her. Even though he wanted to.
Another surprise.
He began to wonder if Jane was somehow affecting him. He should be worried, concerned—anything. Yet it all seemed so natural, being with her.
“I can no’,” he finally answered.
“I figured as much.”
“I’ve kept this secret willingly, Jane, and never once regretted no’ being able to tell it. Until you.”
She set down her mug and put both elbows on the table. “What happens now? Between us? Are you going to leave, and I’ll never see you again?”
The thought brought a pain to his chest. “Nay. I’ve got to see the MI5 friend of mine this morning, and I want you to stay here. Pack a bag or two. I’m going to take you to Scotland with me.”
“What?” she asked, a smile lifting her lips.
“Aye. We’re going to find your half sister.” It would give him time to figure out how to tell the others about Jane, and try to prepare her for what he was. If that was possible.
She rose from the chair and came to stand in front of him. “You keep surprising me, Banan.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yeah,” she said, and rose up on her tiptoes to kiss him. “It is.”
“Good. Now, I’ll be back in two hours. Be here,” he warned sternly.
She gave a salute. “Yes, sir.”
Banan didn’t want to leave. Something kept telling him to stay, but the sooner he left, the sooner he could get back. Plus, he needed to answer the dozen or so texts and calls from Con and Guy.
He drew Jane into his arms for one last, lingering kiss. “Lock the door behind me.”
“I will. Besides, who would want to come after me?” she asked with a laugh.
Banan stepped into the corridor as Jane shut the door. He waited a moment to hear her set the locks. Only then did he pull his mobile out of his pocket to call Con.
Constantine was the leader of the Dragon Kings, the King of Kings. Con was the face of Dreagan, but no one ever actually saw his face. He also ensured that their land, and the fact they were dragons, remained a secret.
Banan exited Jane’s building and walked down the steps to his meeting with Henri North, his mobile already dialing Constantine.
“Con,” Banan said when his friend answered. “I willna be returning to Dreagan immediately as planned. I’ve got a stop I need to make.”
* * *
Jane had packed three bags, showered, and readied for the day, and still it was a half hour before Banan returned. She hadn’t quite decided how to quit her job. A phone call would be the best, and probably the safest.
She ran to her cell phone when she heard the chime that she had a text. To her disappointment, Banan was going to be longer than expected.
Jane pulled out her laptop and began to draft an email to Richard with her resignation. She was half done when she realized she had to go to PureGems after all.
“Damn,” Jane said, and tried to call Elena.
If Elena was still at the office, she could get the file Jane needed, and she wouldn’t have to break her promise to Banan and leave.
But Elena didn’t answer.
There was only one thing Jane could do, and that was to go herself. There was no way she was going to leave the file on Sammi there for Richard to find. It was too important. And private.
Jane glanced at the clock. It was nearly lunch. If she left now, she’d time it perfectly so that Richard was gone and she could get in and out of PureGems without him ever knowing. And leave
her resignation in the process.
Her decision made, Jane put on her shoes, grabbed her purse, and rushed out of her flat.
She took a taxi to the office and tried to ignore the way her stomach trembled with nervousness. Even as she rode the elevator up, she knew everything would be all right. Richard always left at eleven for lunch, and it was noon.
He wouldn’t be there, and she would be safe.
The doors to the elevator opened, and Jane stepped out. She waited for someone to say something, anything, but as usual no one noticed her.
And for the first time, she was exceedingly glad.
Jane hurried to her desk and pulled open her bottom right drawer. She found the file and tucked it in her purse. Then she drafted a quick resignation letter, printed and signed it.
There was a smile on her face as she walked into Richard’s office and placed it on his desk.
In a matter of seconds, she had her purse and was on the elevator down. All her nerves were for nothing. She was going to make it back to her flat before Banan arrived, and all would be fine.
There was still a smile on her face as she walked out of the PureGems building and stepped to the curb to hail a cab.
The next thing she knew, she was being grabbed from behind and tossed into a black SUV.
* * *
“Fuck,” Guy cursed as he watched the black Range Rover drive off with Jane inside it.
Guy knew whoever had taken Jane wasn’t going to be nice, but he couldn’t leave Elena. He took out his phone, ready to send Elena a text with what had happened, when she walked out of the building next to Richard Arnold.
By the way Elena held her shoulders, Guy knew she wasn’t going willingly.
“Bloody hell.” Could nothing go right?
With Banan meeting Henri, and Rhys searching Arnold’s home computer for hidden documents, it was up to Guy to do it all. But he couldn’t. His first choice was go to after Elena. If he did, he almost ensured Jane’s death.
Based on what Elena had told him of how Banan had been acting around Jane, Banan would never forgive him. But he couldn’t lose Elena.
Guy got into a cab and said, “Follow that Mercedes.”
He then sent Banan and Rhys a text letting them know what had happened.
* * *
Banan was about to ignore the text for the third time, when he realized there was only one reason someone would continue to text him.
“A moment,” he said to Henri North.
He had to read Guy’s text twice. It took him a second to comprehend what the emotions were raging within him— desperation. And fury.
He was going to kill whoever had dared to take Jane.
Banan refused to think about what would happen if he didn’t get to her in time. He lifted his gaze to Henri and said, “They have Jane.”
“Who does?” Henri asked, his hazel eyes narrowed in confusion.
Banan squeezed his eyes closed, hating the anxiety he felt. “I doona know. What was she doing at PureGems? I told her to stay at the flat until I returned.”
“What direction were they headed?” Henri asked.
Banan shook his head to clear it. He opened his eyes. “South.”
“I bet they’re headed to a warehouse near the waterfront. Come on. We can track her mobile.”
Banan followed Henri to his car and got in. Then watched as Henri pulled out an iPad and typed in some numbers. Banan knew Guy had to make a choice, but Banan hated that he hadn’t been there to watch Jane.
Each second that ticked by felt like years. He couldn’t allow himself to think about what was being done to Jane. If he did, he’d likely lose what little control he had on his emotions. And he couldn’t permit himself to shift into dragon form in the middle of London.
“What’s her number?” Henri asked urgently.
Banan hastily rattled off the numbers. Within a matter of seconds, a map of London pulled up and a small red dot blinked, locating Jane.
“I was right,” Henri said with a wry smile. “They’re taking her to a warehouse.”
“Get moving, then,” Banan said between clenched teeth.
Henri smiled and started his BMW. “Why is it anytime I get a call from you, I always find myself in the middle of some bloody mess that takes me months to get myself out of?”
“You enjoy it.” Usually Banan enjoyed Henri’s banter, but he was too concerned about Jane to be able to contribute.
“You care for this chit?”
Banan looked out the side window as Henri sped off. “Aye.”
“Love catches us all, doesn’t it, mate?”
He couldn’t answer Henri. Banan kept seeing Jane’s beautiful coffee brown eyes filled with passion and pleasure. He’d had the most wonderful night of his very long existence, and it left him uneasy.
Banan focused on the blinking red dot while Henri maneuvered them through the crowded London streets. They were gaining ground, but not enough. Jane and her abductors were still too far ahead, and with the traffic, they would never reach her in time.
“Nay!” Banan bellowed when the red light suddenly stopped blinking.
“Bloody hell,” Henri ground out, and pulled over.
Once more he was punching in all sorts of codes, but nothing he did had the red light back.
“It’s gone, mate. I’m sorry. They must’ve realized she had the GPS turned on her mobile.”
Banan looked to the sky. Millions of years ago, he’d have shifted into dragon form and taken to the skies to find Jane. Now, he could do nothing but wait. It was that waiting that would likely get Jane killed.
“Why did they take her, Banan?”
It took a moment for his brain to register that Henri was speaking. “The number I gave you last night, she found it. She also overheard some information.”
“You should’ve bloody well gotten her out of the city.” Henri slammed his hand against his steering wheel. “I can do no more here. I need to get back to the office. There I can use satellites to see inside the warehouses.”
“And likely lose your job.”
“I’m MI5, Banan. My job is the safety of Britain and her people.”
Banan turned his head to look at Henri. He was the kind of man a person forgot. Light, sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, plain face, and average height. He was forgettable, the kind of person everyone overlooked. Which was why he was one of Britain’s top MI5 agents.
“You need to know this is about Dreagan,” Banan said.
Henri gave a slight nod. “I assumed as much when you called. One of these days, you’re going to tell me what’s so important about a scotch distillery.”
“Doona hold your breath, my friend. That day willna likely come.”
Henri grinned slyly. “We all have our secrets.”
Banan opened the car door as thunder rumbled over him. “If you find anything, call me. I need to find Jane, and when we do, I suspect the people we’re searching for are going to be there.”
“And does that include Richard Arnold?”
He shouldn’t have been surprised Henri knew that much. “Aye.”
“We’ve a large file on him. Taking him down won’t be a problem.”
“It’s no’ just him we need.”
* * *
Jane opened her eyes to the blackness of a hood over her. Her head ached so badly, she was nauseated. She parted her lips to breathe through her mouth, and wished her hands weren’t tied so tightly behind her, because she had an itch on her nose.
Banan.
God, how she wished he were there. Or that she hadn’t gone into PureGems, as he’d asked. She thought she had gotten in and out without being seen. How wrong she’d been.
“I see you’re awake.”
The voice was male, and held a slight mocking quality to it. It wasn’t exactly British, because she heard traces of a Scots brogue, so faint that it was hard to detect.
Jane knew she could cower beneath the hood, or she could face whatever was before her
. She wasn’t naturally aggressive or courageous. But what else could she do?
“Who are you?” she asked.
The man chuckled softly. “I wouldn’t suggest you try to outwit me, Jane Holden. You wouldn’t last long.”
“Because I asked who you were, you think I’m trying to outwit you? Talk about an ego,” she said with a snort.
She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but his attitude, so like Richard Arnold’s, grated on her nerves.
Suddenly, his voice was whispering in her ear. “I have your life in my hands. I wouldn’t suggest pissing me off.”
She was grateful for the hood, because it hid the tear that fell down her cheek. Jane blinked back the rest, but she couldn’t dispel the terror that knotted in her stomach.
“What do you want from me?”
She flinched when a finger caressed down her arm to her tied wrists.
“I can make life easier for you. At least until I kill you.”
Her heart pounded so hard, she thought it might burst from her chest. Never had she been so terrified.
“If you’re going to kill me, why not just do it now?”
“You Americans, always thinking you control things,” he said with a snarl. “I knew the moment I saw you that you’d be trouble.”
“Because I’m a good secretary who works late?” she quipped.
“Because you meddle. And you had the unfortunate mistake of making the acquaintance of a Dragon King.”
Jane frowned. She had no idea what a Dragon King was, but she was positive she hadn’t met one. But the image of Banan’s intertwined double dragon tattoo flashed in her mind. “I’ve never met any king, so I can assure you, you’re dead wrong.”
“Oh, sod off,” he said, the heels of his shoes hitting the concrete. “You’ve met two.”
“Who?”
“Banan and Rhys.”
Jane shook her head. “I admit, Banan is far from ordinary, but he isn’t a king.”
“So. He hasn’t told you.”
The words were spoken so softly, and with a hint of amusement that sent a chill down her spine.
“After all this time, they’re still keeping their secret,” the man continued. “How … archaic. What would you say, Jane, if I told you the Dragon Kings had the ability to rule the world?”