“You should read this. It arrived this morning, or rather, I found it here.”
He gave a short laugh and ran a wary hand over his face, when Rhonda glared at it, as though it was a deadly viper ready to strike out and bite her hand if she came any closer. A reasonable analogy, given the circumstances.
“What is it?” she asked, flicking her gaze from the parchment in his outstretched hand to his face and back again. “And why did it just appear?”
Drorgan shrugged his shoulders, and when it became clear that Rhonda seemed not at all inclined to touch the parchment, he threw it back on the desk, and sat down on the dainty little chair that went with the writing desk. The damn thing creaked under his weight, but held fast, and Rhonda at long last smiled. A glance at his reflection in the windows confirmed what he already knew. He looked utterly ridiculous sitting on that dainty and far too feminine chair, but at least it had broken the sudden tension between them.
When he waggled his eyebrows and patted his lap to entice her to take a seat, Rhonda laughed, and threw her hands up in mock horror. The action exposed the creamy expanse of her bosom, as her shawl fell off her shoulders, and Drorgan groaned.
His cock roared to life with its usual efficiency, and Rhonda’s breathing hitched when he adjusted himself.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take a seat, little one?”
His dragon strutted at the way she didn’t seem capable of tearing her eyes away from his groin.
“No, thanks, I’ll pass.” Her whispered response only served to make him harder, and with a rueful grin Drorgan got back to his feet to make himself slightly more comfortable.
“Too bad, I thought having sex in a library was any woman’s fantasy?”
Her sharp intake of breath should have warned him, really, because in the next instant, she’d picked the paperweight off the desk and flung it at him. Thanks to his shifter reflexes he ducked it easily enough. Rhonda winced when it crashed to the floor and shattered into a gazillion pieces.
“I’m not any woman, and besides we really need to talk, not fuck like bunnies.”
The most delightful blush crept into her heaving cleavage as she bent down to pick up some of the bigger shards that had slid toward her.
“Now, look what you made me do. The servants don’t need more work around here.”
“Leave it.” She jumped at his terse command, and bit her lip when he stepped up to her, and took the shards off of her. “You’ll hurt yourself, and the servants get paid well.” He softened his voice when she still looked startled, and forced his gaze away from the way the edge of her nipples was now visible. It seemed her bending down had made the dress slip, and she was very much in danger of spilling over the top of it.
She gasped when he took hold of the front of the bodice, and yanking it up sharply hid those delights from view again.
“As much as I want to feast on those ripe tits of yours, you’re right. We do need to talk, not fuck.” Picking her shawl up off the floor he draped that round her shoulders, and over her cleavage for good measure.
Putting some distance between them he smiled and winked at her.
“Mind you, I can assure you we wouldn’t fuck like rabid little furry creatures, but like dragons.”
A shiver went through her, and something undecipherable crossed her features.
“No, because bunnies produce lots of offspring. I take it dragons don’t? And is that why you only have Geva? And while we’re on the subject, we didn’t … I mean … oh, fuck it. How likely am I to be carrying your baby right now?”
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Rhonda winced inwardly at the clumsy delivery of her innermost fears, or was it wishes, and she couldn’t quite bring herself to look at Drorgan. His dragon’s quietly menacing grumble told her loud and clear that he hadn’t appreciated that question, and he held himself too still right now.
“Rhonda, I…”
Blinking back tears Rhonda wrapped her arms around herself and turned away lest he see her cry and make an even bigger fool of herself than she had already. She wasn’t prepared for Drorgan to drop down to one knee in front of her, grasp her hips and nuzzle into her abdomen. The jolt of connection she always felt to him made her gasp. Her knees buckled, and she grabbed hold of his big shoulders to steady herself. His body heat scorched her palms, and traveled a heated path of awareness up her arms and into her body, until every part of her was touched by him.
“Nothing would give me greater pleasure to see you heavy with my child, Rhonda.” He tensed when she couldn’t help the strangled sound of surprise that escaped her mouth, before she could stop it. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you want. I understand. What woman would want a beast to be the father of her child? Cheryladna sure didn’t, but rest assured, I can sense no child growing in your womb. So you can leave without that worry.”
As quickly as he had grasped hold of her, he released her, getting to his feet, and turning his back on her. Had it not been for the white knuckled fists by his side and the way his big shoulders slumped, she might have believed he wanted rid of her. However, Rhonda knew him well enough by now to know that he was hiding something, and come what may she would get to the bottom of it.
“Is that what you want me to do? Leave? And if so, how?”
His growl in answer shook the floor. Books tumbled out their moorings in the ceiling high bookcases that lined the great walls of this library. So many books that she had only made a dent in cataloguing them all. It would take a lifetime to get to them all. And Rhonda was all too aware that she didn’t have that long. As though to mock her thought processes, the parchment on the writing desk started to glow. It hovered in the air like some sort of bizarre firefly, calling her to it, and sidestepping a quietly furious Drorgan, she picked it up.
Instantly she was transported to a different time in her mind. A great hall, and a slightly younger looking Drorgan, dressed all in black, mocking a young girl. With a sudden bout of clarity Rhonda realized she was witnessing the moment of the curse. This mere slip of a girl was responsible for the curse placed on Drorgan and his kin, and Rhonda watched in horror as the young girl’s own father turned to stone. Her desperate chanting to stop what was happening, the whispers of true love, the need to redeem, to love man and beast alike or to be forever be doomed to the half existence in this other dimension. With sudden clarity she saw the stone figures of that girl’s family, the whole generation doomed, the struggle of those remaining to make sense of it all. The young witch’s despair mixed in with her deep hatred for Drorgan, whom she held responsible for it all, her need for revenge.
Slowly the parchment stopped glowing, became nothing but old and very fragile paper, which disintegrated in Rhonda’s hands, and she watched the wisps of it fall to the floor with growing horror.
The very air around them seemed to shimmer, the walls of the castle no longer solid, and with a screech of horror, Rhonda threw herself at Drorgan.
“No, don’t you dare leave me now. I love you, Drorgan, all of you, and little Geva. Don’t leave me, please. Don’t you dare leave me.”
Screwing her eyes shut, she willed him to stay with her, blindly seeking his lips, and her heart resumed beating when she felt him kiss her back. His arms tightened around her, and she lifted off the floor, as he yanked her up his body and took the kiss deeper.
I love you, little dragon, so much.
The broken voice in her head made her cry, even as her soul soared and peace descended upon her.
I was afraid to tell you, in case something would happen. In case you didn’t feel the same way, and God help me, I should let you go. You don’t belong in this time with me. You have a life in the twenty-first century.
Hearing him talk such balderdash made Rhonda wrench her lips off his, and kick him in the shins for good measure. Not that it achieved much other than send a blinding stab of pain up her abused big toe.
“Ow, dammit, put me down you, big, stupid excuse of a dragon.”
Dro
rgan’s blue eyes flashed in amusement as she blundered at him, but he did slide her slowly back down to the floor, making her all too aware of his hard erection. Naturally her body betrayed her with a rush of hot arousal coating her pussy lips, and Drorgan’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. Keeping one hand on her elbow in a seeming effort to steady her he gave her one of those sinful smirks that always had the power to reduce her to nothing more than a pile of feminine mush at his feet.
Damn the man, dragon, love of her freaking life.
I can hear you ranting in your head, my sweet dragon mate.
His smirk deepened when she glared up at him and shook her elbow free of his grasp.
Serves you right for snooping about in there. I’ll have to tell Magda to include you in the lessons of mind meld etiquette she is giving Geva, won’t I?
She grinned at his affronted growl in her consciousness. Drorgan held his hands up in mock surrender and took a step back.
“Anything but that. I swear my knuckles still feel the sting of her wrath. That woman can wield a cane with devastating effect. Not that I didn’t deserve it.” He stopped head cocked sideways, as he listened to something, and laughed.
“And she needs to remember that etiquette herself. Get out of my head, Magda.”
Rhonda brought her hand up to her head to stop herself from giggling, but seeing the great Drorgan blanch and flinch at whatever Magda was lecturing him about now, was really too funny.
His eyes narrowed, and flames licked across his irises, showcasing his dragon, when he noticed her reaction.
This isn’t funny, little dragon. I’m damn good with a cane, too, and unless you stop laughing at me, the next spanking you’ll earn yourself will be courtesy of mister cane.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Even as she murmured her protest, the wicked gleam in his eyes, and his raised eyebrows told her that he would very much dare.
You know I would, and what’s more I think my naughty mate would rather enjoy it. I can smell how wet you’re getting for me even now.
Taking a step closer, he slowly pulled her dress up. The slide of the material across her overheated skin instantly made her pussy clench, and that smirk of his grew devilish.
“If I pull this all the way up, what will I find, I wonder? A cunt drenched for me, perchance? Dripping in need for my cock?”
Words failed her as he pulled that dress higher still, then swung her around and kicking her legs apart, pushed her face down onto the writing desk.
A groan of pure need escaped Rhonda when he flipped her dress and undercoat up, and smacked her ass twice in quick succession. The action pushed her clit into the edge of the table, and that little bundle of nerves contracted in need.
“God, yes...”
Drorgan chuckled, and sliding two fingers through her pussy lips, he swore.
“Do you have any idea what a fucking turn-on it is to find your cunt this wet already? Makes me want to fuck you raw right here and now.”
Rhonda closed her eyes and gripped the edges of the desk for support when he pushed what felt like several fingers into her aching pussy. Her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders, and she cried out when he curled them slightly, and having found her sweet spot, began to mercilessly pump them in out. Every move made the spirals of bliss inside her tighten until she was gasping for breath and hovering on the edge of release.
“Please, I need … want your cock … oh yes … now … please…” Even to her own ears that deep throaty voice sounded alien, and she sobbed in disappointment when Drorgan abruptly withdrew his fingers and stepped away from her. Before she had time to draw a shuddering breath into her lungs, he was back, shoving his large cock into her pussy without any finesse whatsoever. Rhonda’s mouth opened in a silent scream at the incredible feeling of fullness inside her. His balls slapped her clit, which made that bundle of nerves contract and send shivers of bliss around her body, as the familiar tingles started.
“This will be quick, sweet thing.” Drorgan’s strained voice barely registered over the blood rushing in her eras, as her muscles contracted around his dick. “Fuck, yes, so fucking tight and hot. Come for me, my love. Drench my cock with your cum, and take me with you. Show me what a greedy little cunt you have.”
The words delivered as they were in between forceful thrusts into her body were enough to send her over that edge. As the contractions of her release rippled through her body in breathtaking waves of ecstasy, Drorgan pistoned in and out of her with an inhuman speed and force that made the desk bash against the bookcase. As he came with a roar of completion, pumping his seed deep inside of her, more books fell down around them. One hit Drorgan on the head, while he deflected several from falling on Rhonda, and with him still pulsing inside of her, they collapsed on the floor. Once Rhonda could breathe again with any semblance of normality, she opened her eyes and promptly got the giggles. The action dislodged Drorgan’s softening cock, and he lifted her up and onto his lap, which only made her giggle more.
Drorgan mock pouted at her, but eventually he, too, started laughing, especially when the door to the library opened, Eugene stuck his head through, blanched, and then slammed the door back shut again.
Sobering, Drorgan kissed her on the nose, and smiled.
“Now, look what you made me do. We’ve shocked poor old Eugene.”
Rhonda playfully slapped Drorgan’s massive chest, looked down on herself, and burst into renewed giggles. It really was too ridiculous. Here she was with her hair having come loose and hanging in wild disarray around her face. Strands of it were playing peek-a-boo with her nipples, her dress having given up any pretense at covering them, let alone holding in her boobs. Said dress was crumpled up around her waist, and her pale limbs were sprawled in between several books on the floor.
Drorgan didn’t fare much better. With his leggings pulled just past his knees—giving her pussy renewed palpitations at this very visible reminder of just how frantic their coupling had been—they were the very image of debauchery.
“This isn’t funny, woman. I thought he was non-shockable after all these years.”
Rhonda grinned and shook her head.
“Well, we did just have sex in the library. Guess I’ll cross that off my bucket list then.”
It was her turn to smirk when Drorgan narrowed his eyes.
“I thought you said that you weren’t just any woman. I think those were your exact words, were they not, minx?”
Rhonda shrugged her shoulders, earning herself another one of those clit clenching glowers of his.
“Well, I’m not any woman. I’m your dragon mate, am I not?” She paused when his smile at her words lit up his harsh features.
“Say that again.” He growled the words at her, and Rhonda’s heart felt full to bursting with the love she felt for him right now.
“I said, being that I am your dragon mate, and you seem to think you’re entitled to snoop about in my head at a moment’s notice, that I will keep my secret fantasies to myself for as long as I can.”
His dragon growled his displeasure, and Rhonda shrieked in mock outrage when he bared his teeth at her.
“You do realize that I am going to take this an invitation,” he said. “After all what sort of a mate would I be, if I didn’t set out to fulfill all my mate’s fantasies?”
Rhonda knew her own grin was splitting her face in half. In fact her jaws ached from it, but she couldn’t help herself. She had never felt happier than right here in this moment with her very own dragon lord.
“Promise?” she asked.
“Most definitely. After all we’ll have a very long time to explore them. As my mate your lifespan will match mine.” He nodded at her sharp intake of breath. “Every time I come inside of your body, it changes your genetic make-up. Once you carry my child, those changes will become irrevocable.”
Rhonda held her hand up, and Drorgan tensed as though he was worried about what she was going to say that. Sure enough he rushed on to explain.
“Not that I expect you to want my children. I’m not too up to fait with herbs, but I know Magda can make a potion to prevent pregnancy if you’re not ready, or don’t want to have them and—”
Rhonda shut her silly dragon up by the very effective method of kissing him. By the time they broke apart they were broth breathing heavily, and Drorgan’s cock was a solid ridge under her ass again. She wriggled her hips slightly, and Drorgan pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.
“For the love of all that is holy, woman, stop that. We should get ourselves presentable. No doubt Eugene will be back soon and I can sense Geva waking up. If Eugene doesn’t reappear, then you can bet your luscious behind that Geva will come looking for us, and as much as I love my daughter, I don’t want her to find us with me buried balls deep in her mother’s cunt.”
That was a sobering thought indeed, and Drorgan gave a wry laugh, when Rhonda scrambled to her feet. The dress fell back down to her ankles covering up her swollen and still tingling nether regions. She fumbled with the bodice all fingers and thumbs, until Drorgan took over, and expertly laced her back into it.
Having pulled up his leggings and rearranged his tunic, they were in the process of picking up some of the books, when the doors flung wide open and little Geva ran into the room.
Arms spread wide she twirled in a circle, and her little face fell when she seemed to take on the seeming devastation in her beloved library. Come to think of it, it did look bad. Surely their lovemaking hadn’t been that strenuous to cause this much carnage, or dragon mate or not Rhonda wouldn’t be able to stand up?
Belatedly she remembered that terrifying moment when everything around them seemed to fade from view, and she dropped the book she was holding in her hands. It hit her foot, and she screeched.
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