Dragon Isle Boxed Set, Books 4-6: Lost to the Dragon, Beware of Dragons, and Catching the Dragon

by Stern, Sophie

  Skye turned her head away so he wouldn’t see the tears welling in her eyes. She shouldn’t be embarrassed about her sexuality, she secretly argued with herself, but she was. Maybe it was her breakup or maybe it was just her. She wasn’t sexy enough to get a guy to really want her. Not really.

  Everyone wanted thin, petite.

  She was 5’7” and curvy and she had big ol’ boobs. Once upon a time, Skye might have thought that’s what men wanted, but not now.

  Maybe it was time to start a new diet.

  The man growled again and she turned back to him, surprised at the noise. He reached down and stroked her cheek softly. His hands were soft. She closed her eyes at the touch and tried not to moan. He was being so gentle with her, so kind. Why would he have saved her? Why would he be taking care of her?

  Then Skye realized what was happening.

  “Are you going to murder me?” She squeaked out.

  The dragon stopped touching her. “Excuse me?” His voice was dark, deep. She wasn’t sure if he was angry or surprised.

  “Are you a murderer? Is this your lair?”

  The dragon dropped his hand and burst out laughing. He laughed long and hard and loud, and oh, Skye suddenly felt completely humiliated.

  As if she could be any more embarrassed.

  Fuck it.

  “Hey!” She sat up, the blanket dropping to her waist again. This time, she didn’t bother to grab it. He’d obviously already seen everything, anyway. “That’s really fucking rude! Why are you laughing at me?”

  He stopped laughing and his smile turned to a frown. He scowled at her.

  “Don’t you think you ought to be a little more polite to the man who might ‘murder’ you?” He used air quotes when he said the word “murder,” and suddenly Skye thought maybe he wasn’t going to murder her after all.

  “I’m sorry,” she said again, casting her eyes down. Damn. She was really messing this up. “Thank you for saving me, Sir,” she whispered. She didn’t know his name. It seemed like the polite thing to say. Surely she couldn’t mess this bizarre situation up even more.

  “If you keep turning your eyes down every time I lower my voice,” the dragonman said, “I’m going to think you’re a submissive.”

  “I’m not,” she looked up quickly at him. She wasn’t. She couldn’t be. She wasn’t into any of that weird stuff. “I’m normal.”

  At that, he laughed. “Of course,” he said, shaking his head. “My mistake. Now, why don’t you tell me who you are and why I found you sprawled out across a private beach.” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to talk.

  “I was on my way to Dragon Isle,” she said, looking around. “Isn’t that where I am?” She couldn’t tell much from the room itself, but he had admitted to being a dragon, hadn’t he? Surely they must be there.

  “Who are you?”

  She gulped. She thought about lying. He would never know.

  “Don’t lie to me, darling. I’ll be able to tell and you won’t like the consequences.”

  “My name is Layla. I’m a student. I was coming to the island to meet up with some friends.”

  He sighed and sat down on the bed. In one swoop, he yanked her over his knees.

  “That’s 10,” he growled.

  “Hey!” Skye protested as the dragon began smacking her bare ass. Why was she naked? And, oh, fuck, that hurt! “Hey! Stop!” She wiggled, but he just pinned her hands above her head.

  “If you don’t stop moving, it’ll be 20.”

  She stopped moving.

  The man finished spanking Skye, then spoke again.

  “I’ll ask you once more. Who are you?”

  She gulped. She had a million more lies she could tell. She had a million stories, a million ideas, but she didn’t want to tell him the truth. It was too embarrassing. A wannabe writer who sneaked onto an island?

  Who would believe that?

  Even if he did believe her, he would only make fun of her.

  “I’m waiting.”

  Skye took a deep breath.

  “My name is Skye,” she whispered. Maybe he would believe her. Maybe he wouldn’t spank her again.

  To her surprise, the dragon began rubbing her ass firmly. He squeezed and touched and rubbed. She had never felt anything like it. Before Skye realized what was happening, she felt her body relax against his.

  “Good job, little human. I like the truth, and that’s a beautiful name.”

  “How do you know it’s the truth?”

  He chuckled. “Dragon secret. Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re here?” His palm stilled on her body. Skye didn’t want it to. She wanted him to keep rubbing her, massaging her. Her entire body was sore from the wreck and even though it was beyond weird to have a stranger touching her butt, it felt so good that she never wanted him to stop.

  The pleasure outweighed any embarrassment she should have felt.

  “I wanted to meet dragons.”

  He continued rubbing on her. That’s when Skye noticed, for the first time, how much the dragonman was enjoying this. Angels and demons, was that his dick pressed against her stomach? It was hard and long and she wanted to feel it everywhere: not just her side. Maybe she was more attractive than she thought.

  “And why did you want to meet dragons, little human?”

  This was the hard part. He obviously knew when she was lying and when she was telling the truth. She could try again. She could be honest. Or she could make up some bullshit story and hope he bought it.

  In the end, Skye decided she liked having him touching her. She already felt wet and heated. The dragon hadn’t so much as kissed her, yet she was more aroused than she’d ever been with Jesse. She wanted to feel the dragonman inside her. She wanted him to take her, to touch her, to own her. She wanted every part of him and she wanted to give him everything she had.

  “I wanted to write a romance novel about a dragonman who falls in love with a human woman.”

  The dragon stilled for a moment, then continued rubbing her. His fingers dipped lower, slipping between her thighs, tracing her slit.

  Skye spread her legs.

  The dragon said nothing. He just continued toying with her, sliding his fingers into her wetness and spreading it across her lips. She was swollen and hot and she needed more.

  “Please,” she said, wiggling a little. She couldn’t take much more of the teasing.

  “Why do you want to write a book like that?” He didn’t speed up or slow down his touching. He just continued at the same pace, drawing her painfully close to orgasm, yet making her hover there at the edge.

  “I want to write a story about finding love in unusual places,” she gasped. She was so aroused it was hard to breathe. She tried to spread her legs wider, but he smacked her ass.

  “Stay still. Show me you can be a good girl.”

  Skye stilled her body, fighting every urge to start humping his leg until she came. Her hands were still pinned above her head. Her nipples were hard and engorged, rubbing against the soft bedspread.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “I want to believe you, little Skye, but I find it strange you didn’t just ask for permission to come to the island. You know we allow visitors, don’t you?”

  “No one would want to talk to me if I told them why I was visiting.”

  He stroked her slit slowly. Oh, if only he would touch her clit. Skye was so close that she wanted to cry.

  “Please,” she whispered again, begging. “Please, Sir, please. I’m so close.”

  “I like the way you beg me, human,” the man said again. Skye didn’t care that he was a stranger anymore. She didn’t care that he had captured her and brought her home. She didn’t even care that he might be about to kill her. She only cared that she needed to come, needed to feel it, needed him to give her just a little bit more.

  “Please,” she said again. “I’ll do anything you want, say anything you want me to. Just please let me com
e.” Tears filled her eyes and started to spill over. She’d never been this turned on before.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” the dragonman finally reached up and rubbed her clit. That was all it took. Skye’s orgasm overtook her and she melted into his body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out and his hand covered her mouth. She screamed into it, unable to handle the pleasure she was feeling.

  Then it was over, and she collapsed against him.

  And his hand was rubbing her ass once again.

  “See? Isn’t honesty always best?”

  5

  Alan had no idea what the fuck he was going to do. He had called Emerson once he’d returned to his house and stabilized the girl. He had everything he needed at home to treat her minor injuries and get her feeling better, so he didn’t need to go to the clinic.

  Emerson had been surprised to hear about Alan’s discovery, but Alan was the one who was surprised when Emerson filled him in on what Liam had said.

  Skye had stolen Liam’s boat, driven it into a storm, and crashed.

  All because she wanted to learn about dragons.

  She had fed Liam some bizarre story about knowing Victoria, who had never even heard of her. Victoria spent most of her time running the restaurant her late mother had owned, but sometimes wrote dragon romance stories featuring a dragon based off her husband, Daniel. Maybe Skye was some sort of deranged fan who truly believed and and Victoria were friends. Maybe she had just lied to get to the island.

  Alan didn’t know.

  What he did know was that Emerson wanted to talk with her once she was better. Actually, Emerson wanted to talk with her immediately, but Alan made it sound like she would be unconscious for awhile so he would have more time alone with her.

  She didn’t seem evil.

  She didn’t seem like a bad person.

  He hadn’t planned on making her come or on interrogating her in such an intimate way. When she had sat up in bed, though, her large breasts bouncing from the movement, he had been rock hard.

  He had needed her in that moment.

  It had been a long time since Alan felt drawn to a female. Oh, he’d dated a few women during his time on Dragon Isle, but he hadn’t fallen for any of them. He’d played with the dragonwomen and fucked a few, but no one had really made him feel excited. No one had made him feel alive.

  No one had intrigued him the way this little human did.

  Now she lay across his lap, sated from her orgasm. When she came, he almost did, too, and how embarrassing would that have been? The big, bad doctor Dom couldn’t come in his pants like a teenager.

  No, he would come later, when he was alone, to thoughts of her.

  Skye.

  “Skye,” Alan finally said, and the little human moaned.

  “Yes?” She whispered.

  “Did you come to harm any dragon here?”

  “No.”

  “Did you come to find out any secrets about the dragons?”

  “No.”

  “Did you steal Liam’s boat to get here?”

  Silence.

  “Skye?”

  She sighed audibly and tried to wiggle off Alan’s lap, but he wouldn’t have that. Not now. Not after their morning together. After he spanked her, she had calmed down and been honest with him. He had rewarded her with an orgasm, but he would make her truly regret lying if she tried again.

  “Answer me.” He swatted her tender bottom, and she cried out in surprise. He knew he hadn’t hurt her – much – but he had definitely gotten her attention.

  “Yes, Mr. Dragon. I took the boat.”

  He lifted her up and sat her on his lap so she was straddling him, facing him. Skye looked uncomfortable, but Alan didn’t care. He wanted her to be uncomfortable enough that she would be honest with him. He wanted her to be open with him. He wanted her to tell him exactly what had happened so he could figure out how to fix it.

  “I have a name, but for now, Mr. Dragon is fine.”

  She rolled her eyes. Alan gripped her hair and yanked it back so she was looking up into his eyes.

  “Do not show me disrespect, Skye.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He released her hair, and she looked down. So fucking submissive. Where had she been all of his life? He’d never seen a human so naturally submissive. She didn’t even know. She didn’t even have any idea how perfect she was. Oh, he knew exactly how embarrassed and nervous she’d been when he commented on her beautiful breasts. He also knew no one in her life had ever truly appreciated them or she would have shown them off instead of hiding them.

  All of that was going to change if Alan got his way.

  “Why did you steal Liam’s boat?”

  She placed her hands on Alan’s chest, almost unconsciously. She kept her eyes down, but seemed to need him for balance, even if it was just emotionally.

  “He wouldn’t take me to Dragon Isle. I needed to come. I needed to see it. I needed to find out if the dragons were real and what it would be like to see them. I want to write a story and I needed inspiration.”

  So she was sticking with the story thing. Okay, fair enough. Maybe all writers were a little bit weird. Alan wasn’t sure. Victoria was definitely feisty and more than a little bit crazy, so maybe it was just something creative types had to deal with. Whatever.

  “You know you’re going to have to pay for that.”

  “I don’t have any money.” Her voice was sad, not argumentative.

  “I have plenty of money.” The words left his mouth before he thought about them and her eyes shot up. Then her gaze narrowed.

  “What are you suggesting?”

  “Stay with me,” he said before he thought about it too long. It was crazy.

  “And be your sex slave.” She said dully, as if it was obvious, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world to her. Who was this girl? And what did she think of dragons? Where had she come from? He had so many questions for her, but right now, he needed to focus on getting her to stay. He wanted more time with her. He wanted to get to know her.

  “No,” Alan shook his head adamantly. His hands were on her hips, holding her in place. His cock felt like it was going to explode. “Not a sex slave. I won’t demand sex, but I want a submissive. I want someone to play with after work and sometimes during work. I’m a busy man and I’m very focused on my career. I could use someone to relieve some of my stress.” He hoped he didn’t sound as pathetic as he suddenly felt. “Stay with me for two weeks. Let me train you. I’ll pay Liam back and we’ll call it even.”

  She looked confused. “You want me to stay with you, but you don’t want to fuck me? How are you going to train me to be a submissive if you won’t sleep with me?” She raised an eyebrow. She almost seemed offended at the idea that he wasn’t going to demand sex. What was that all about?

  “Not all BDSM has to be about sex. Sometimes it’s just a power exchange.” He had been without a proper girlfriend or submissive for so long that the idea of having someone to come home to was almost too much. Just having someone to play with, someone to obey him, someone to bring pleasure to would be incredible.

  “What if I want to have sex?” She whispered. This time she didn’t cast her eyes down. This time she met his gaze. She looked like a woman on a mission. She looked like she knew exactly what she was asking for.

  “Think about what you’re saying before you decide to accept my offer, Skye.” Alan’s cock twitched. He was going to die. He was going to explode and die right here if he didn’t get some release. “I can turn you over to the clan leader to deal with as he sees fit. He doesn’t take kindly to liars or thieves. Or I can pay your debt and you can stay with me. Just for two weeks. I won’t demand anything but your obedience, but if you tell me you want sex, then you’d better be damn sure you want everything I have to offer because I won’t hold back and I won’t give you a safe word.”

  She opened her mouth to respond, but he silenced her with a kiss.

&n
bsp; Before she could catch her breath, he stood, leaving her on the bed.

  “Take your time thinking about it. When I return, I want an answer.”

  6

  Alan practically raced to his bathroom and started the shower. He still smelled like antiseptic and sea water: an unpleasant combination. He climbed in the water before it had finished warming and began stroking his long, thick cock. It didn’t take long for him to come, his semen spurting against the white tiles of his shower.

  Oh, he hadn’t felt the need to jerk off in the shower in a very long time.

  What had he been thinking, anyway? He rested one hand against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the water rain down on him. Oh yeah, he hadn’t been thinking. Skye was gorgeous. She was really fucking gorgeous and she was submissive and he wanted her like he’d never wanted anything before.

  Was it so wrong to want to be selfish?

  Was it so wrong to want to keep a little bit of something for himself?

  Alan spent all of his time on the island doing good for other people, but when was the last time he had something that was all his?

  Skye was perfect. She was gorgeous and curvy and sweet. Her soft skin had felt so right beneath his hands and when he had smelled her arousal and seen the glistening of wetness between her legs, he had come undone. Alan knew no one in her life had ever appreciated her the way he was going to. No one had ever taken the time to find out she was submissive or to train her. No one had shown her how good submission could really be.

  And what was up with his weird offer? “Stay with me for two weeks”? That was really the best he could come up with? He was turning into Kade. Soon he’d be asking her to live with him as a sex slave, and that really wasn’t something he wanted. Alan liked dominating in the bedroom. That was it. He loved Lindsey and Kade, but their relationship was much too intense for Alan. He liked spoiling a woman and doting on her, but he didn’t want to have to pick out her clothes.