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

by Stern, Sophie

  No, not make love.

  Fuck.

  She wanted the dragon to fuck her.

  She needed it. She craved it. She’d been without it so long that Skye wondered if she had ever been a sexual creature. Deep down, she knew she was, but she needed to be awakened. She needed to feel.

  Alan rolled onto his back and motioned to his pants.

  “Undress me,” he growled. She nodded and hurried to grasp his pants, but he shook his head. “No hands, darling,” he said. “You should know better by now. I won’t make this easy for you.”

  She gulped, waves of tension and excitement rushing over her. He was right. This was going to be tough, but she didn’t care right now. She wanted this, wanted him. She needed this. She could do this.

  Skye went to all fours and lowered her head. She felt like a cat about to lap up a bowl of milk. It took a few tries, but she managed to grasp the band of his pants with her teeth and tug them gently down. Alan compliantly lifted his hips so she could get the pants all the way off. She pulled them to his ankles, trying very hard not to look back up.

  She was about to see his cock and something told her she was going to feel scared. She’d seen Kade when he stripped his pants off earlier. The dude was hung. How did Lindsey manage to handle that every day? If Alan was anything like Kade, Skye knew she’d be incredibly sore the next day.

  Delightfully sore.

  She reached his ankles and finally tossed his pants to the side, then managed to look up at him. Alan had placed two pillows behind his head, effectively propping him up. He smiled down at her.

  “Ready, love?” She gulped. What a loaded question. Was she ready? She had no idea. Her brain was screaming that she was insane, that she should run. She should leave and go and never come back. The other half of her was crying that she needed this, deserved it. She had been without something passionate and powerful for so long, she owed it to herself to get this. She needed it. She wanted it.

  And didn’t she owe it to herself to try?

  To have an adventure?

  Skye nodded and climbed back up until she was straddling Alan’s body. He was all muscle. She started to feel a little soft and pudgy compared to him, but quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Those were worries for another day. He liked her. She knew that much. She didn’t have to be perfect to enjoy him today. No one’s body was completely flawless and Alan obviously had no hang-ups about sex.

  So instead of worrying, she looked at his eyes and waited for him to tell her what he wanted, what was going to happen.

  His eyes flashed, turning a deep, vibrant orange. His voice was deep when he spoke. This was it: his Dom voice. She melted beneath it. She was helpless when he spoke to her that way. She wondered if he could tell just how damaged she was beneath her smile, how much she wanted him to heal her, to save her. Alan was perfect: everything a dragonman should be. He was harsh and soft and for right now, he was all hers.

  “Skye,” he growled. It was all he had to say. She lowered herself onto his cock and closed her eyes as she slid all the way down. She had never felt so full, so ready for anything. She straddled him, resting on her feet, and ground her hips in a slow circle.

  Alan gripped her hips. His nails dug into her skin as she rode him, but she didn’t care. She liked it. She liked how the edge of pain kept her feeling conscious of everything that was happening. It kept her aware. She’d known before today that a little bit of pain could bring a whole lot of pleasure, but no one she’d slept with had ever been interested in trying those games with her.

  Today she was very aware of the fact that Alan was the one who controlled both her pleasure and pain. She wondered which one he’d give more of. He seemed very generous in all things, but Skye didn’t miss the way he enjoyed her crying. If she had to guess, she’d say he was just a little bit of a sadist. Oh, not a serious one, but he had a smidge of a naughty streak in him. She would have to explore that with him more deeply later on.

  She was brought back to the moment by a sharp stinging in her nipples. Alan’s hands moved from her hips to pinch and twist her nipples, making them jut out into long, sharp points. She moaned beneath his touch, helpless to do anything but accept what he gave her.

  Then his hands wandered down, to her front, and she gasped when his fingers reached her clit. Oh yes, this was it. This was the moment she’d been waiting for, the moment she’d been craving.

  She was so full with Alan’s length inside of her that she was already close, but she was so ready to come. She ready to climax on top of him, to squeeze him even deeper inside of her.

  “You’ve been a good girl, love,” he whispered. “And good girls get rewarded.” He made her come, then, long and hard. She cried out when she did, mumbling his name, saying things neither one of them could understand. Her mind went blank and then everything returned in sharp focus. She was relaxed, she was undone. She had never come so hard or so perfectly.

  “My turn,” he growled. She lowered herself to her knees and he grabbed her hips once again, this time thrusting up into her until he, too, exploded in a haze of lust and passion. He growled when he came. His eyes stayed open the whole time, devouring her with his gaze.

  Skye had never felt so open, so raw.

  When he was done, she rose to leave.

  “Where are you going?” He asked. She was surprised.

  “It’s late. I figured I should go back to my room.”

  “No.” He hauled her back onto the bed and positioned her next to him. Her back was to his front and his arms wrapped around her. “You’re mine. You sleep with me.”

  That was all he said for the rest of the night. Skye laid in his arms for a very long time thinking about all that had happened since her arrival on Dragon Isle. Things had been nothing like she expected, yet somehow, she didn’t really mind.

  She had come to the island to get a story. She wanted to write about dragonmen and the women they loved. She hadn’t found true love in the 24-hours she’d been on the island. What she found was darker, deeper than that. She’d found passion that didn’t need the whole traditional-dating thing. She didn’t have to dance around the idea of “Does he like me or not?”

  No, Alan was unlike any man she’d ever met. He knew what he wanted and he took it. He didn’t care if it was weird or strange or socially unacceptable. He wanted Skye and he took her, owned her.

  She lay against him, her heart beating wildly. When he made Lindsey lick Skye’s pussy, that had been amazing. It had been a long time since Skye had been with a woman. She hadn’t forgotten how wonderful or gentle it was, though. Nothing like being with a guy. Women tended to take their time, to explore. Most men – human men, anyway – were all too ready for the experience to be over.

  Skye’s body had been on constant alert and constantly excited she woke in Alan’s bed. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what was in store for her over the next few weeks.

  Before her mind could go crazy with thoughts of adventures or lust or sex, sleep finally took her. She closed her eyes and nuzzled closer to Alan’s warm body, then drifted off.

  9

  Alan woke up in the exact same position he’d fallen asleep in. His arms were still locked around Skye, who looked like a little doll while she slept. He quietly left the bed and went to make breakfast, then returned with a tray of food.

  She was awake when he got back, sitting quietly at the window. He wondered what thoughts were running through that pretty little head of hers. Was she thinking about a boyfriend back home? Was she wondering what weird, depraved things Alan would do to her? Was she dreaming up ideas for her story?

  Skye’s hair fell softly around her shoulders. He wanted to push it back and lick her neck, stopping to nibble it gently, then sharply, until she moaned. He wanted her to come just from his bite. He wanted to demand everything from her body. He wanted to take it.

  There would be plenty of time for that over the next few weeks. For now, his little human needed sustenance.

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nbsp; “Come,” he said, and she quickly scurried from the window seat and came to his side. Alan placed the tray on the bed, then turned to look at Skye. “Breakfast or shower first?” He asked, giving her a choice. It would be one of the only things she had control over that day.

  “Shower,” she said quickly, with a shy smile. Alan leaned down and kissed her on the nose, then took her hand and led her into his large bathroom.

  He had purchased his large home when he moved to Dragon Isle a few years prior. While many dragons built their own mansion or lived in one built by family members, Alan had neither the time nor the patience to create his own home. He had purchased the house while he was still living in Ireland, then immigrated to Dragon Isle to head the clinic.

  Although he had purchased the house unseen, Alan had been pleased with his decision. He lived close to town, which meant getting to work took only a few minutes. Many of the younger dragons preferred to live in isolation throughout the island, but Alan liked being close to his patients. He liked knowing that should anything go wrong, he would be nearby to help with any medical problem.

  Skye looked around the bathroom in wonder.

  “Where did you grow up?” Alan asked, suddenly curious about her life before yesterday.

  “A small town in the Midwest,” she admitted. “I grew up in a tiny, two-bedroom house with just my parents. It was about the size of this bathroom.” She smiled then, and Alan knew she wasn’t going to be weird or awkward about his money. He had a lot of it and he’d worked hard for most of it. The rest his parents had left him when they passed.

  “What do you do for work?”

  “I worked at an office.”

  The past tense didn’t escape his notice. He started the shower, then turned back to her.

  “You don’t anymore?”

  Skye sighed, then walked over to the sink. She opened a drawer and grabbed a disposable toothbrush and some toothpaste.

  “I quit,” she said, then brushed her teeth quickly. Alan wondered how she knew where to find the toothbrushes, but didn’t read too much into it. She had probably used the restroom this morning while he was cooking.

  “Why did you quit your job, Skye?” He wondered if she had quit to pursue her dream of writing or if something else had caused her to quit.

  He took her hand and led her into the walk-in shower. The dual shower-heads were perfect and allowed them to both get warm water. There would be no fighting over showers in this house. Not while she was with Alan.

  Skye leaned her head back beneath the water and allowed it to soak her hair completely before she reached for the shampoo, but he slapped her hand away.

  “Hey!”

  “Answer me.”

  “I don’t have anything holding me there,” she said. “I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me, so I left him. I kept my job and completely poured myself into work, but it didn’t help. I wasn’t happy. Finally, I decided to go for it.”

  “Go for what?”

  “I decided to go for being a writer. I sold everything. I gave away a lot, too. Then I packed a suitcase,” she looked wistful for a moment, as if remembering she had lost everything in the ocean. “And I came here.”

  Interesting. Once again, he was caught off guard by how brave and determined she was. Skye didn’t let anything stop her. Once she set her mind to something, she went for it, whether or not she had the support of her friends and peers.

  “I’ve never met anyone quite like you, little human.” He opened his arms and Skye walked in to his embrace. She felt good in his arms and Alan stroked her hair softly before he kissed her. He knew as soon as his lips were on hers that this wouldn’t be a quick shower. Oh, no. He was going to ravish her.

  “Alan?” She asked quietly, pulling away gently.

  “Yes, love?”

  “I’m glad you found me.”

  “I’m glad, too.”

  She knelt then and kissed his thighs before licking up to his balls. Alan held onto the wall as she devoured him. Skye obviously didn’t have a problem with oral. He wasn’t sure who her boyfriend had been or why he was such an idiot, but Alan knew without a doubt that the man was insane for letting Skye go. If she was Alan’s, he would never let her go.

  And wasn’t that a sobering thought?

  His heart had been empty for so long. Something about Skye completely delighted him, though. It wasn’t just her tongue, though that was going to make him go insane.

  His thoughts cleared as she took his length down her throat, revealing that she could deep-throat.

  “I’m impressed,” he groaned, wondering how long he’d be able to hold on. The little vixen just smiled up at him. She seemed unbothered by the water rushing down his body and over her face as she took him back down into her mouth.

  Skye took her time licking and teasing Alan. She cupped his balls with her hand and took him back down her throat. She sucked hard, then released him and licked up and down the shaft. She seemed to enjoy taking her time teasing him, tantalizing him, enjoying every inch of him.

  He fisted her hair after a moment, unable to control himself. He pushed her down harder, faster, until tears were spilling out of her eyes. He could smell the salt from his position and it just made him harder. Finally, he released her and allowed her to set the pace, just for a moment.

  She sucked until he exploded inside of her. His orgasm drove out every thought but the fact that a beautiful human was on her knees before him, worshipping him. She swallowed every drop he gave her. Skye pulled back and licked her lips. Her eyes were closed and she smiled up at him.

  She was gorgeous.

  And she was going to be the death of him.

  10

  Alan ran the clinic on the island, so he couldn’t skip work on a whim. Skye had only been with him two days when he announced she would be helping him at the clinic.

  He produced a sundress for her and although she expected they would fly to the clinic, they walked hand-in-hand that morning. He dressed smartly in a pair of dress pants, a nice shirt, and a tie. When they arrived, he grabbed his white coat and stethoscope from his office. She was surprised that he looked so much like a doctor.

  She had come to think of him as her dragon, which she knew was dangerous. After all, he had only promised two weeks.

  Alan told Skye she couldn’t come to all of his appointments with him. Many of his patients were very concerned with their privacy and although Skye had experience working at a medical office, he didn’t think they would take kindly to an unexpected human walking into the room.

  Instead of bringing her with him to see patients, Alan asked Skye to help him with the administrative side of things. At the moment, he didn’t have an assistant or a receptionist. The front desk in the waiting room was empty and unoccupied, so he gave her full reign. The only thing he asked was that she greet each patient and help them sign in on the sign-in sheet.

  Skye made herself comfortable at the little desk and found that although Alan seemed hesitant, the patients were very friendly and kind. While a few of them looked at her questioningly, most of them were simply happy to sign their name and wait their turn.

  Around noon, Alan brought Skye back to his office and fed her bits of a turkey sandwich until she was completely full. They had sparkling cider and he fucked her over the desk until her legs were sore, then he released her back to her duties.

  One sweet-looking young woman came in after lunch and signed in, then sat down. To Skye’s surprise, Alan wasn’t the one who came up and called her. It was Lindsey: the woman from the other day.

  Skye’s shock must have shown on her face because Lindsey laughed quietly, then leaned down and whispered, “I’m the therapist here on Dragon Isle. I came in during lunch, but you must not have seen me. I believe you and Dr. Dragon were otherwise engaged.”

  Then, as if nothing was amiss, Lindsey turned to the patient who was waiting and said, “Ashley, I’m ready to see you.” The young woman set her magazine down and rose gracefu
lly, then headed down the hall with Lindsey.

  Well, wasn’t life on Dragon Isle just full of surprises?

  Lindsey lived with Kade as his submissive, as his slave, but she still had a job. She still had a career. She still had a life outside the confines of the bedroom.

  Could Skye ever have something like that?

  She absentmindedly twirled a bit of her hair as she wondered whether she would ever find someone who wanted to be with her for always. Would Alan? Unlikely. She had only known him for a few days, and while the sex was hotter than hot, she didn’t have any weird ideas that he would want to settle down with her when this whole thing was over.

  She was, like it or not, indebted to him. She had to stay.

  When the day was over, Alan came to the front of the office and looked around the reception area.

  “I’m impressed,” he told her with pleasure. “Everything looks great.”

  “I don’t know who your last receptionist was,” Skye told him, “but she was an idiot. Her filing system was insanely bad and the waiting room was a mess. I have a lot of ideas for how you can improve the appearance of the room, which will make your patients more pleasant to deal with.”

  Alan’s eyes twinkled. “Darling, what makes you think any of my patients are unpleasant? I can assure you, they’re all quite delighted by me.”

  A surge of jealousy foraged through her veins and she fought back the urge to ask if he’d slept with any of them. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t his girlfriend. She didn’t own his cock. She couldn’t control who she slept with. She didn’t have to.

  Suddenly, Skye realized how strangely freeing that realization was. This was the first time she’d been in a relationship where they truly were unequal. He was in charge. He was the Dominant. He was the one who said she had to stay with him for two weeks. He controlled everything. She had to be monogamous with him, but did he? Not so much. He could be doing whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted.