by Mills, Julia
He knew she was right, but wondered what his amazing mate would think of their theory. No matter, he wasn’t a coward. She had to know the truth, and she had to see that they were meant to be together. He damn sure wasn’t letting Sam over-think their destiny. She was his, just as much as he was hers. He would do everything within his considerable power to make her choose him and their future, and if that didn’t work, he would ask his brethren for help. At this point he had no dignity and no shame. All he had was the love that filled every fiber of his being for the woman that was meant to be his in this life and the next.
Hours later, he was finally allowed to get out of bed with a clean bill of health. The first stop was the longest, hottest shower he ever remembered taking. As the water flowed over him, and the steam filled the bathroom, he thought of all he had learned since his return to the living. It was obvious Sam felt the pull of the mating call, and had opened herself to their bond in order to save his life. Being able to feel her had been one of things that had allowed him to not run off like a crazy man looking for her as soon as his eyes had opened. The bond that would allow her to share his dragon magic and all its benefits was still new, and weak, but now that he was awake, he planned to do everything possible to make it as strong as possible and to get the gorgeous Dr. Malone to be his mate for all time. He couldn’t wait to have their official mating ceremony, and he knew exactly where it would be. Thankfully, Aidan had paved the way for them to have their own unique location for the sacred ritual that would bind them together for all time.
Finally feeling almost like himself, he dressed in a pair of jeans and grabbed his favorite boots. He had to laugh at the story Jace had told him about the very boots he was shoving his feet into. Apparently, the twins had decided that the newly initiated Guardsman should be responsible for cleaning the mud, blood, and gore from his boots and do his best to restore them to their original, comfortable condition. Lance remembered all the things he had been subjected to during his first years in the Guard, and figured Jace got off pretty easy.
Pulling an old gray T-shirt over his head, he felt the pull of his still healing scar, proving that fucking bastard traitor had slathered the sword he had been impaled on with some sort of bespelled liquid silver. He knew the fucking shit was almost out of his system, but couldn’t wait for it all to be gone. Scars might be cool for some guys and prove they were tough, but he knew he was tough. He chuckled to himself, thinking he really was a funny guy, even though it was wasted on his brethren most of the time.
He’d only gotten one foot in the kitchen when he was damn near tackled by a four foot ball of energy topped with a mass of curly blonde hair and a squeal that could break glass. “You’re up! You’re up! You’re up!” she screamed as she climbed his leg like it was the old oak outside his home at their lair.
Lifting Sydney into his arms, she turned towards the crowd that was gathering and continued to scream, “He’s up! He’s up! He’s up!”
Rayne walked in carrying Jay who looked as though he had grown a foot since the last time he saw him and smiled. “Yes, Miss Sydney, I told you he was awake, and would come up as soon as he was dressed.”
His Commander turned his attention towards him, speaking as he advanced. “She’s been pacing and stalking the door ever since word that you’d awakened reached us up here.”
Clapping Lance on the back, he continued, “Glad to have you back.”
Lance nodded, “Glad to be back.” And the floodgates were opened.
All the Guardsmen, Grace, Kyndel, and the werepanthers that had stopped by took their turn welcoming him back. The last to approach him was his oldest friend, Royce. The look the big guy gave him said it all. They may antagonize each other beyond all reason, but when push came to shove, they were brothers through blood and loyalty, and nothing could change that. “Glad to see you up and around. You damn sure milked it for all it was worth, you pain in the ass.”
He could have heard a pin drop as they all waited for his rebuttal. Never one to disappoint, he grinned and winked, “Aww shucks, Gramps. Ya missed me, didn’t you?”
Royce’s mouth moved with what he was sure was a damn good comeback, but there was no way to hear it over the laughter that had erupted. After that, it was hours of storytelling and planning all centered on the fucking loser and ‘The Auctioneer’. He listened and added what he could, but Sam monopolized his thoughts. He had checked the clock on the stove at least thirty times, and at one point, had sworn that it wasn’t working but the goofy looks he got from all in attendance told him it was, and worst yet, they knew exactly what was going on. The night dragged on with the best part being tucking Sydney in and reading her a bedtime story.
When he left her room after about fifty goodnight kisses, he went straight to the room he had shared with Sam before the fight, but only traces of her amazing scent were to be found. It was then that he remembered Siobhan telling him that she had spent every night in the recliner next to the bed where he had convalesced. He made a beeline for the basement, lifted her pillow and inhaled jasmine and honeysuckle. His cock jumped as images of Sam flooded his mind. It was all he could do to not jump on his Harley and ride to the hospital, but he knew he had to wait for her to come to him. Grace had texted her to give her the good news even before he’d emerged from the basement so he had refrained from bothering her again. She told him that Sam was doing everything possible to get someone to cover the second part of her double shift. His prayers had been answered when his phone had vibrated on the counter after finally being located in Sydney’s doll bag, and the message said, Getting off at midnight. He spent the next hours alternating between pacing and sitting on the stairs tapping his foot. His distraction came when he ventured to the back yard to pick flowers for Sam from one of the many gardens.
The grandfather clock at the top of the stairs chimed that midnight had arrived and his dragon chuffed. Both man and beast were ready to reconnect with their alluring mate. It felt like an eternity before he heard the younger Guardsman that was stationed near the gate mind speak to one of the others right outside the house alerting them to the fact that ‘Dr. Malone’ was on her way up the drive. He was pleased to see that they extended her the proper respect and knew he had Royce to thank for that. The big guy was the only one of them that still adhered to the old ways.
Trying to look calm, cool, and collected, he damn near jumped out of his skin when the door opened, and he got his first glimpse of the most wonderful woman ever created after three very long weeks. She paused for just a second, threw her brown leather messenger bag to the side and started towards him. He saw that she was nervous, and knew that no matter how hard it was, he had to let her come to him. It had to be her decision. So he waited, holding the flowers he had picked, and looking into her dark brown eyes.
She stopped five feet in front of him, and for the first time since coming through the door, looked like she truly wanted to be there. When she spoke, her smoky voice wrapped around him, and the pieces of his world that had seemed askew since opening his eyes fell into place. All was right with his world. “How are you feeling?” She asked.
His mouth was so dry, he barely forced out his answer, “Fine, now that you’re here, Doc.” She graced him with a spectacular smile. He could see stars in her eyes, and the hairs on his arms stood on end. No longer able to stand not having her in his arms, he stood and closed the distance between them. The moment their skin touched, the resulting electric current made him weak in the knees.
If he’d been anyone else, he would’ve written her a sonnet or spoken beautiful words that expressed everything he was feeling, but he was who he was, and he did the only thing he could, he kissed her with his entire being. He poured all the love and devotion he felt for the amazing woman he held into that kiss. She sighed, opening to him completely, filling him with pride that she trusted him. Dropping the flowers and pulling her as close as he could, their kiss caught fire, and he knew it would only be minutes before the need to hav
e her naked beneath him took over. She climbed his body as blown away by their passion as he. He grabbed her ass, lifting her until he could feel her hardened nipples against his chest. Only their clothes kept him from her luscious body. Unable to wait any longer, he slid his hands down the back of her thighs and pushed her legs until she wrapped them around his waist.
Taking the stairs three at a time and never losing contact with her incredible mouth, he raced to their room. The feel of her hands in his hair, her nails scratching his scalp, and the way she continued to lose control, spurred him on. Balancing her on his raised thigh he barely got the door open as she started to grind against his leg. He could feel the heat of her excitement through their clothes, and his mouth watered to taste the honey he knew was flowing from her pussy. The door bounced off the wall. He stepped across the threshold and kicked it closed with his booted foot, not missing a beat in his quest to bury his throbbing cock into his wet and ready mate.
His knees hit the bed at the same time she unwound her legs from his waist and slid down his body. The friction was enough that he thought he might explode in his jeans. He pulled back from their kiss. Sam moaned at the loss. The lustful half-lidded look she gave him had him pulling her scrub top over her head and tearing the bra from her body. Just the sight of her breasts short-circuited his brain. His mouth latched onto one hard nipple while his thumb and forefinger worked the other and then he switched. All the while Sam mewled and writhed, holding him fast to her breast.
He released her nipple with a pop, and threw his head back, trying to catch his breath. The feel of her hands on his zipper had him snapping to attention. Before he could grab her, she knelt before him and was working his jeans downward. He placed his hands under her arms, and she looked him right in the eyes, shaking her head. “Please, Lance, I want to do this. I need to do this,” she panted, and whatever blood was left in his brain headed south. There was no way in this life or the next that he could deny her anything. Just the thought of her lips on his cock made him gasp for air.
The first lick of her tongue across the tip, and he saw stars. “Damn, Doc! You’re gonna kill me,” he hissed and was rewarded when he felt her smile against his rock hard cock. Then she sucked him into her mouth so slowly that he thought his head would surely fly off his shoulders. He resisted pumping his hips. He glimpsed heaven when the tip of his erection touched the back of her throat as she hollowed out her cheeks and swallowed. She slowly let him all but fall out her mouth and then ran her tongue up and down the slit that he knew wept with precum.
He fell from her mouth, and he groaned never wanting it to end. As if reading his mind, she ran her tongue along the vein that ran the length of his cock. He became so hard, he was sure he would explode in a matter of seconds or die from anticipation. Her tongue lavished the ridge under his mushroom head causing him to moan so loudly he was sure everyone in the house could hear despite the soundproofing.
He was holding on by a thread, panting like a dog, but there was no way he would take this from his Sam. She wanted control, and he would give it to her even if it killed him. He moved his hands to her shoulders and kneaded. Breathing faster than when he had been forced to run twenty miles without using his enhanced abilities , he wondered if any of his kin had ever hyperventilated or died of cardiac arrest. Didn’t matter. He would be happy to be the first if it meant feeling her mouth on him for just a moment longer.
She surprised him by sucking all of his considerable length into her mouth in one quick motion, but she damn near threw him over the edge when she started massaging him with her tongue, and swallowing around his swollen head. The muscles in her mouth and throat milked him until his eyes crossed beneath his closed lids. He squeezed her shoulders, careful not to hurt her, and spoke through gritted teeth. “Doc, mo ghra’, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.” The sound of his pained voice would have made him laugh if there had been any air left in his lungs. She mumbled, “Mmhmm,” and the vibrations against his aroused cock caused his body to break out in a cold sweat. Never before had he experienced anything like it. He grabbed her hair and realized she still wore her signature braid.
All thought flew from his mind as she pulled him from her mouth, and quicker than he knew she could move sucked one, and then the other of his balls in to her mouth. She licked and massaged with her tongue while working up and down his penis with her fist. Just as he was sure he was going to embarrass himself, she took his length in her mouth, placed both her hands around the base, and worked him in and out of her mouth, sucking and humming until he could do nothing but release into her waiting mouth. He floated back to earth, and realized she was still working her lips up and down his semi erect cock.
He had suffered the sweetest torture possible from his mate’s luscious lips, and now it was his turn. Within seconds she was flat on her back with a stunned expression and lips rosy and swollen from the way she had just loved him. Using his enhanced speed, he stripped the rest of her clothing from her body and threw her legs over his shoulders. He chuckled as she gasped when he blew on her weeping center. Rubbing his nose against the warm, wet silk covering what he wanted most, her aroused scent drove him mad. His only option was to taste her or die from want. Tormenting both of them just a bit more, he ran the very tip of his tongue from the bottom to the very top of the glistening seam of her pussy bypassing her engorged nub and smiled when she grabbed his hair, trying to direct him where she wanted him most.
At the first taste of his mate on his lips, he groaned deep in his throat. With no restraint left, and his dragon pushing harder than he’d ever felt he buried his tongue deep inside. Needing more of her, he placed his hands under her ass and lifted her as close as possible to his face, to feast on what would be his for all time. He licked every inch he could touch, drinking all that she was.
Sam gasped and mewled, struggling to breathe as he continued his assault, happy to go on until she collapsed from exhaustion. He placed the flat of his tongue at the bottom of her outer lips, applied just a little pressure, and licked all the way to her clit. Her bright red nub slid neatly between his lips and he used the tip of his tongue to tease it until she came so hard he struggled to swallow all her juices. He nuzzled and nipped all around her inflamed lips until she released his hair and her breathing began to slow.
Lifting her legs gently off his shoulders and massaging from her ankles to her thighs, he marveled at the sight before him. Never had there been a lovelier sight than his mate completely satiated, barely able to keep her eyes open.
He kissed her hip and made his way to just below her belly button where he spent a little extra time with his tongue and teeth. Sam’s giggle was music to his ears. Licking his way up her stomach to the sweet spot right between her breasts, he nipped, enjoying the gasp from her luscious lips, and then licked and sucked to ease the sting. Palming both her breasts, he squeezed the already raised peaks and sighed as they pushed against his hands. He kissed her neck, and paid special attention to one of his favorite spots right behind her ear. She rolled her head to the side, allowing him greater access. He spent a few extra minutes tasting and kissing until her nails dug into his biceps.
Enjoying the taste and feel of his mate, knowing there would never be any place better than in her arms, she completely shocked him when she grabbed him by the hair and slammed her mouth to his. He opened immediately as she ravenously ate at his mouth. His Sam had passion and fire. Love exploded in his heart and soul. He shifted his hips the tiniest bit, and pushed into her until he could go no farther. She tore her mouth from his and gasped, “Lance! Yes! Oh God, yes!”
He wanted to go slow the first time in her after so long, but the feel of her muscles contracting around him, driving him higher, made it impossible for him to hold still any longer. He slid back out of her until only the very tip of his cock rested inside her opening. “Look at me, Samantha,” he commanded, using her given name, and her eyes locked with his.
He pushed back into her as fas
t and hard as he could and pulled right back out, starting a rhythm that she met stroke for stroke. They continued to stare into each other’s eyes as their passion rose. Pushing her knees towards her chest, he lifted her bottom off the bed. Their new position allowed him the deeper access to her weeping channel he sought. He rolled his hips, touching every inch of his mate that he could. The walls of her vagina closed tighter around him. They lost eye contact when her eyes rolled back in her head, and it was just as well because he felt a grin of pride spread across his face as he fought for air. He slammed into her, bumping her clit with his pelvis as her breathing accelerated, and the pulse in her neck pumped ferociously. The sound of their bodies slapping together, coupled with their heavy breathing, was all he could hear as he watched Sam racing towards her release.
His balls drew up tight. He reached between their bodies, barely touching her clit with his thumb and watched as she flew apart in his arms. Her bottomless brown eyes snapped to his and there within, was the promise of their future. That one look from the most important person in his world pushed him over the edge. His orgasm triggered another in her, and he finally understood the true meaning of bliss. They collapsed, spent, fulfilled, and incredibly happy.
He awoke to the sun shining through the blinds, and a tiny little knock at the door. Carefully, he moved Sam from her place draped across his chest, and watched as she curled onto her side, sweetly falling back into a deep sleep. He slipped out of bed and into his jeans. Opening the door just enough to slide into the hall, it was just barely closed before Sydney jumped into his arms, talking a hundred miles a minute, and smiling from ear to ear. “Grace and Kyndel said to wait until you came out, and Royce said he would play another game of Candyland with me, but I really wanted to see you and Dr. Sam and I don’t wait very well. Can we go in and see her?”