Haunted By Her Dragon (The Dragon Guard Series)

by Mills, Julia

  “Do I have to?” the little girl whined, and Lance was shocked she was looking at him for confirmation.

  Never one to get between two women, no matter how small one might be, he smiled and looked into the sweet child’s pleading blue eyes, “Whatever Dr. Sam says goes. She’s the boss and knows what will make you all better.” Sydney’s bottom lip curled, and she batted her long dark lashes at him in what he recognized was a last ditch effort to get her way.

  Finding it hard to resist, but knowing Sam would kick his ass, he decided on a compromise. “How about a piggy-back ride upstairs instead? How does that sound, Dr. Sam?”

  They both looked to Sam. She nodded her agreement, and Sydney’s pout disappeared, turning immediately into a smile. She crawled across the couch towards him with a twinkle in her eyes and a mischief that he well knew. “Can you two both read me a bedtime story?” She climbed into his lap and hugged his neck.

  “Sure,” they answered in unison.

  As he stood and swung Sydney onto his shoulders, his eyes caught Sam’s, and the connection between them sizzled. Her eyes widened and she gasped, letting him know she felt it too. He quickly turned towards the stairs, knowing that the sooner he got the little sweetie to bed, the quicker he got to be alone with Sam, and there was nothing keeping him from being alone with his mate. Nothing at all.

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  Sam tried to look anywhere but at his ass as he ascended the stairs in front of her, but it was useless. The way his well-worn jeans fit perfectly against the most amazing butt she’d ever seen, made it impossible. This man was like a drug. No one had ever affected her like he did. When he’d kissed her earlier, there had been nothing she could do but obey her body’s demands to let him have his way with her, and what he did had been nothing short of delicious. His touch ignited the most amazing sensations. Just the thought of the way he made her feel had her squeezing her legs together in an attempt to stem her arousal as she climbed the stairs. The longer she followed him, the more errant her thoughts became, and all attempts to stop her excitement failed as she felt the tell-tale wetness in her panties. What the hell was she going to do? There was no way she could be around this man and not crave his touch, not want to run her hands over his incredibly muscled body. But she had goals, things she had to accomplish, and she feared he could derail all her well laid plans if she let this thing between them go any farther.

  Then there was Sydney and the man that had kidnapped her. She believed with all her heart that Lance and his brothers were the only way to keep her safe. After all, they had rescued her more times than she wanted to think about, but that left her with a dilemma. How could she stay close to the child, but away from the man that haunted almost her every thought and made her body burn? Figuring there was no way to answer the question without lots more thought, and deciding she needed to get her raging libido under control before they got to the end of the hall, she wondered what bedtime story Sydney would like. Since she figured there were no children’s books around, she really hoped it was one she knew.

  “You still back there, Dr. Sam?” the child asked from her perch atop the amazingly tall man before her.

  “I’m here, Sydney,” she answered as they entered the room Grace had graciously gotten ready for her little patient.

  She watched as Lance bent at the waist and Sydney jumped from his shoulders, bouncing on the bed. Her hands itched with the need to reach out and touch all of him. Shaking her head and hoping to clear some of the lust-induced fog from her brain, she switched her focus to Sydney. The child was absolutely amazing. After all she had been through, she was jumping on the bed, laughing and singing “Three Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed”. There was no way to stop the smile that spread across her face as she watched the two people that had become so important to her in such a short amount of time having so much fun. They laughed and played as she got out one of the pink, frilly nighties Royce had picked up and a soft, fluffy towel for her to use after her bath. She filled the tub with warm water and bubbles and headed out to grab Sydney, just then realizing it was quiet in the other room. What she saw stopped her in her tracks. Sitting with his back against the headboard, legs stretched out and ankles crossed, Lance held the child against his chest with his cheek resting on her cute blonde curls. Apparently, she’d been more tired than Sam had realized.

  She walked to the bed and sat on the edge. Her hip rested against his, causing the same electrical current that always came when they touched to ripple through her body. He showed no sign that he felt it. She wondered if maybe it was all in her imagination, but then he turned his eyes to her, and she saw what she felt reflected in their mesmerizing cornflower hue. His slow, sexy smile fed the fire their proximity had started, and her thighs involuntarily clenched together in her body’s attempt to stem her excitement. For a moment, she thought she might’ve actually had her hormones under control, and then he spoke, and his low rumbling voice made her pulse race and her palms immediately sweaty.

  “I think your little patient here is down for the count, Doc.”

  Rubbing her hands on her thighs, she nodded and tried to speak past the lump in her throat. Her already smoky voice came out softer than she had intended, “Sure looks like you wore her out.”

  She knew he had recognized the change in her tone for what it was when his eyes slightly closed, and his tongue trailed across his bottom lip. Her mouth watered, and all she could think of was what it would feel like to draw those puffy pink lips between her teeth. Looking at the floor, drawing on every single shred of self-control she had, she noticed his boots. He must’ve taken them off when he and Sydney were playing. Instead of cooling the fires that raged through her body, the picture of him shedding every thread of clothing, standing before her completely naked, embedded itself in the forefront of her mind and refused to be dislodged. Lost in thought, she almost fell on her ass when he laid his hand on hers and spoke, “Whoa there, Doc. Don’t fall.” He slid his hand to the inside of her thigh and held her in place. The heat from his touch made her pussy gush, and before she knew what was happening, she had laid her lips on his. Lance immediately took control, nibbling and tasting across her bottom lip, along her jaw, running his tongue along the outside of her ear. When he whispered, goose bumps rose all over her body, “You’re killing me here, Doc. Let me lay this little bundle down, and then I can show you what you do to me.”

  She nodded and stood, not thinking of anything but finally comparing her imagination to reality where the mouth-watering man was concerned. When all her plans for the future and her fear that Lance could somehow keep her from achieving her goals threatened to stop her from exploring what was between them, she quickly pushed them to the back of her mind. She had spent every day since she was six years old being responsible, never doing anything that could remotely get in the way of becoming a successful doctor. Even the few men she had dated had been ‘safe’, with absolutely no possibility of becoming more than a passing fling; but Lance was different. There was just something about him, something she couldn’t put her finger on, that had taken root deep inside and refused to be ignored. He had the ability to turn her inside out. She was going to find out what it was about him and pray that she made it out alive.

  Her next thought was cut short as he crushed his mouth to hers, lifted her until she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist, and moved them out of Sydney’s room, gently closing the door behind them. His sensual assault continued and somewhere in the back of her mind she realized they had entered another room, and he had closed the door. But it was not until she felt the mattress under her back and he had stopped kissing her, that she opened her eyes. Looking into his sparkling, light-blue eyes made her feel giddy, not unlike the expensive champagne Charlene’s parents had gotten for them when they’d received their undergraduate degrees.

  She could feel his gaze, just as she could feel his hands slowly moving across her ribs and his erection rubbing against her swollen clit through thei
r clothing as he rolled his hips. Never in her life had she wanted to be naked in front of a man, but in that moment, it was all she could think of. He smiled that sexy smile that turned her insides to jelly. Then he spoke, and absolutely any thought of anything but getting as close to him as possible evaporated from her brain. “You’re driving me nuts, Doc. I can’t think when I have you in my arms like this,” he whispered as he lowered his head. When his lips touched her neck, the spark of recognition was stronger than any before, pushing a low moan from her throat and causing her hips to move in unison with his.

  When his hand closed over her breast and her nipple hardened to an almost painful point through her clothing against his palm, her back arched, and she could no longer keep her eyes open. His mouth moved her scrub top off her shoulder as he tasted every inch of her collarbone, setting her skin on fire. He groaned as she felt the material pull tight, unable to be stretched any farther. The material ripped, and he responded, “No worries. I’ll buy you a new one. I can’t wait a second longer to taste every delectable inch of you.” Before she drew another breath, her bra joined her ruined scrub top, and his mouth latched onto her breast. Her hands were in his hair as she pushed more and more of her aching mound into his mouth. He ate at her like she was the best thing he had ever tasted, his teeth running across the tip of her ever hardening nipple while his tongue licked the same spot to ease the sting. When she was sure she would lose her mind, he released her breast with a pop and immediately dived onto the other, giving it just as much attention.

  She writhed against him as her pussy gushed and her clit pulsed. She was quickly losing control when she felt his hand slide past the waist band of her pants, shoving them down along with her panties. He lifted slightly to continue removing her pants, losing contact with her body, and she groaned at the loss. “Just a little patience, Doc. I’m working as fast as I can,” he chuckled. “Heavens be damned, aren’t you just the sexiest thing?”

  Before she could reply, he had her completely disrobed and was pulling his shirt over his head. Damned if that man didn’t move fast, she thought to herself, and then her brain short-circuited as she took in the absolute masterpiece of a male specimen that was hovering above her. He was chiseled perfection, with wide shoulders that begged to be touched and a chest she was sure rivaled any presently gracing the pages of any magazine, anywhere, sparingly sprinkled with light, coarse hair and the most spectacularly drawn dragon tattoo. It was incredibly intricate in its design, and the gold of the scales covering the massive beast’s body seemed to shimmer. A faint memory came to mind, but was pushed away when his lips touched her sensitive skin once again. She ran her nails across his already raised berry-tipped nipples, teasing the little hairs around them, and felt a shock when she touched the base of the dragon’s neck that caused her womb to quiver. He shivered in response and growled, “Enough, woman. I won't wait any longer to taste you.”

  He slid down her body, kissing and tasting, until his face was just above her mound. When all movement stopped, she looked down her body and found him staring at her. Every other time in her life, she had been embarrassed to be seen naked. She had curves and hips and God had given her perky double D’s; but this time was different. The look in Lance’s eyes said he liked what he saw, maybe even loved it, and that he found her desirable and sexy. Another time, she would have questioned how someone that looked like him could think someone that looked like her was sexy, but his hungry gaze answered any questions she had. The shit-eating grin she was quickly coming to know as his go-to look appeared and he kissed the skin right above the curls covering her outer lips. He nipped lightly, and when his voice vibrated her aroused clit, she damn near flew from the bed. “Hold on, Doc, I’m gonna feast. You smell like heaven, and I intend to have my fill.”

  With that, he pushed his tongue through her sensitive lips and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. Her eyes slid shut as he licked her from bottom to top with the flat of his tongue. All the air was sucked from the room, and flashes of light exploded behind her eyelids as he speared her with his tongue and bent the tip, just tickling the bundle of nerves at the top of her channel. He was taking her to heaven as she grabbed his hair to keep from blasting off.

  *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

  Her taste exploded on his tongue. Swirls of color burst into his vision from the first taste of the honey that dripped from her weeping pussy. Lance pushed one finger into her aroused flesh and then added another, pumping in and out, driving her higher and higher. He separated her outer lips, driving his tongue as far as he could go with one smooth thrust. Sam’s back bowed off the mattress, her thighs tightened around his head as she thrashed and spoke unintelligible syllables, finally putting her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming out.

  He smiled against her hot, wet pussy, pleased as could be at her responsiveness to his touch. He fucked her with his tongue and fingers while he drew circles on her clit with his thumb. Not wanting to waste one drop of her nectar, he placed his tongue flat on the bottom of her slit and slowly licked from the bottom to the top. On his second swipe, he sucked her engorged nub between his teeth and nipped lightly. She ground her hips against his face, and he ate as if it was his last meal, sure he could live on the honey that flowed from her for the rest of his life and the next. He alternated between fucking her with his tongue and licking her like the best ice cream cone he’d ever eaten, until she was tossing her head side to side, and biting on the fist she still had in her mouth. She bit so hard he feared she would draw blood.

  Lance lifted up on his forearms. At the loss of contact her eyes snapped open, and she moaned around her fist. “Mo chroi, you can take your fist out of your mouth. Aidan had all the bedrooms soundproofed for just this reason.”

  Not giving her time to question, he returned to the banquet of his mate and licked her long and slow, determined to make her scream his name, never wanting to hear anything more in his life. He sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down on her swollen nub with more intent, thrusting three fingers into her wanting channel, while curling the tips to reach her sensitive bundle of nerves. Sam came with such force, the juices poured from her pussy, and he worked hard to get every drop. Petting and suckling her swollen lips, he felt her slowly came back to earth. He smiled the largest smile possible, filled with pride and completion. It damned near made his cheeks hurt as it grew when she sighed his name, “Lance…”

  “Yes, a chumann.”

  “That was…You were…Oh my God,” she whispered as her limp hand flopped across her eyes, and he saw the bite marks on her hand.

  He overflowed with love, contentment, completion, gratitude, and faith that things would work out. The most beautiful woman in the world lay before him, completely relaxed from the way he had loved her. He let her legs slide carefully off his shoulders until they rested in the crook of his arms. Spotting the scar on her leg from her injury at the hands of ‘The Auctioneer’s’ men, he bent and kissed the entire length, acknowledging what she had suffered, but more importantly, that she had survived.

  He positioned his cock against her swollen, flushed lips and rubbed the head slowly against her clit where it peeked out of its hood. Coating himself with her juices, he slowly pushed into Sam, stopping when the head of his cock lay just inside her contracting channel. Each clutch pulled him deeper inside, making breathing almost impossible. He gritted his teeth as he pushed forward, inch by inch, teasing them both until all he heard was their panting, and the sweat ran down his back. When he touched the top of her womb, he held still, savoring the feel of her hot, throbbing channel massaging his pulsing cock. His erection grew harder, and he was sure the top of his head would blow right off, but he would not hurry. This was something to be savored. The first time with his mate, the one the Universe had made just for him, was exponentially better than any story he had ever been told. He almost regretted teasing his brethren about how they had acted after finding their mates now that he was experiencing it, but could not be bothered thinking o
f them when the gorgeous creature that was meant to be his was looking at him with pure desire in her eyes.

  He dreamed of staying buried deep inside her forever, held together by the perfect union that can only happen when mates come together. Unfortunately, if he did not move soon, he was going to explode like a randy teenager and embarrass himself with the only woman that would ever matter to him. Slowly, he pulled out of the heaven of his mate and hovered at her opening. The slightest movement would have caused him to slip from the only place in this life or the next he wanted to be. He pushed forward, watching as his pulsing cock disappeared into her weeping pussy. The sight of them joined caused his balls to draw up and his eyes to cross. Their rhythm increased, each stroke of his cock rubbing against her feminine walls. His gaze wandered from where they were joined up the long erotic curves of his Samantha. She was all woman and all his. He marveled as her large, full breasts bounced with each bump of his hips against hers. His mouth watered as he remembered the taste of those deep rose-colored nipples.

  He leaned forward and palmed her breasts bringing her knees that were still draped over his arms up to just under his hands. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and was rewarded with his name tumbling from her lips in a low, slow mantra. With her legs bent higher, he could sink deeper into Sam, feeling an unparalleled closeness. His cock buried to the hilt in his delectable mate drove all sanity from him. He swiveled his hips, bumping her clit with every movement. She was held captive, unable to move as he used all of his body to tease her to a frenzied peak. She thrashed her head from side to side, throwing her long curly mane in every direction as she chanted his name, the last coming out as a scream to the heavens, “Lance…Lance…Lance…LANCE!”

  “Hold on, solas mo anam,” he grunted through gritted teeth, barely holding back his own climax.

  Lifting her legs just a fraction, he allowed her to see where he entered her. “Look at us, mo ghra’. Look where we’re joined together. See where we are loving one another.”” Her eyes snapped open and watched as he took long deep strokes in and out of her. Unable to hold back any longer, he ground his pelvis against her clit. Sam screamed her release as her pussy gushed so much of her precious juices that they dripped between their bodies. Her contracting channel squeezed his cock until he shouted, emptying his seed into her. Their climax went on and on until he was sure he would collapse. When her pussy’s hold on his cock began to relax, he moved in and out of her quaking body with slow short strokes, bringing her back to earth and allowing both their racing hearts to return to normal.