Javier dropped back onto his haunches. “Positive there is no such thing as a shy dragon.” He stretched his wings and took his sweet time, feathers glossy under silver rays of light. “Did I wear you out that fast?”
“Me? Nah. But as pretty as you are in this body, I didn’t want you to feel stuck in dragon form all night. Besides, you wanted to show me something, right?” She spread her hand out to indicate the moonlit curve of beach. “Or is this it?”
Before she finished speaking, he shrank to his human form and rolled his shoulders. “It’s this way to the cove.”
Her fingers tightened around his shorts, curling into the fabric while she enjoyed a long, shameless look. She really didn’t want to give them back, and since he wasn’t reaching for them, she didn’t offer them out.
“Are we going to see your protected turtle?” It wasn’t that she disliked surprises, but that she was too curious to just wait and see.
Javier held out a hand for his shorts. “We are, if he’s out. I can’t make any promises.”
Despite her reluctance, she surrendered his shorts and pushed to her feet before wiping the sand from her bottom. Javier looked good—better than her werewolf pals. A shame he had to cover it all up, though she wondered at her sudden, powerful interest.
He did dress, but he did it slowly and unrushed, snapping the sand off the shorts before stepping in and dragging them up his lean thighs toward a cock that was already at half-mast.
Shit. If that was a semi, what would it look in full and glorious erection? It twitched and flexed once as Javier pulled the shorts into place, the band low on his hips.
“Anyway, come on. It’s this way. It’s part of the hippocampi grove. Dad grew a few of them, and they cycle throughout the year from pasture to pasture.”
“It’s great they don’t have to migrate anymore and face the typical dangers. We spent time with them earlier today.” A warm flush crept over her, heating her from within. The balmy night breeze helped some, but did little to quench the flames building inside.
Turtles, she thought. Big scary daddy dragons. Big scary Latina mommy. There. That helped. Marcy was great, but she was almost more terrifying than Teo when she was mad.
Taking Yasmin by the hand, Javier led her away from shore and deeper into the growth where the palm trees rose above them and grass cushioned their soles. Their linked fingers didn’t feel out of place, as if they’d held hands a hundred times before.
“He’s usually over here by the cove,” he explained, gesturing with his other hand. The rocks rose tall there and formed a semicircle around the sand. All manner of aquatic plants sprang from the salty foam, perfect for the creatures who liked to graze upon it.
“Thanks for this. It’s beautiful.” Yasmin kissed his cheek then tugged her dress up, revealing the curve of her bottom and lacy boy shorts, then her spine, until finally she dragged it over her head and dropped the pink dress off to the side.
“Welcome.”
“It is okay to swim here, right?” She peered over her shoulder to find Javier watching her with undisguised interest, green eyes fixed on her back while she struggled to summon the courage to face him.
Fleeting moments of nudity in the company of wolves who were like family wasn’t the same as baring herself before an attractive man. A hot man.
“There’s nothing here that’ll eat you, if that’s what you mean. And the hippocampi aren’t going to return here to graze for another nine months or so. They just moved on.” The corner of his mouth quirked. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”
“You keep saying that.” Hands on hips, she turned and faced him, clothed in only her panties. “No, I’m not scared. I just didn’t want to intrude if it wasn’t allowed. So, are you going to come swim with me or not?”
Chapter Three
Javier tore his gaze away from Yasmin’s gorgeous breasts, distracted by the offer of a swim. “Trust me, I wouldn’t bring you around if that was the case. Dante’s a good guy and all, but he can be scary for a seahorse when he wants to be.”
Plus, the dude would tell his dad, but he didn’t want to admit that much and sound like a lame kid. So instead, he stepped up to her but misjudged the space between them.
One step was all it took to brush his chest against the tips of her nipples. A jolt zipped through him as if he’d been shocked, and he barely bit back a low groan. The sound rumbled like a growl in his throat instead.
“Ha. Now you’re the one who sounds scared.” A mirroring tremble slid down her body, and then she stepped close to him, the firm press flattening her breasts against his pecs. His cock shot up again as her fingers walked over his arms and toward his shoulders.
“Scared of what?” he asked innocently, meeting her challenge and responding physically with a forward nudge of his hips. He kept waiting for her to back off, to do her teleporting thing again, and when she didn’t, he placed one palm against the small of her back. The other squeezed a handful of her lace-clad bottom and pulled the fabric. “Can you see in the dark, chica?” He could.
“Better than most, especially if I whip up a potion of night vision. Why? Need me to see something out here?” She played with the tips of his hair.
“It gets kinda dark once you move off the beach. I thought you were ready to do some exploring.” Touching her turned him harder than an iron spike. He shivered, barely able to suppress the raw, animalistic desire urging him to tear her panties off and shove her down into the sand.
Something told him Yasmin wouldn’t mind if he did. She was entirely too soft, an evil seductress wiggling against him, bare skin and all.
And her smell. Goddamn it was enticing.
And he had to resist, because this girl was the daughter of his mother’s close friend—the daughter of a jaguar demigod who probably could skin him alive if Javier hurt his baby girl. Being a dragon didn’t really matter when your foe could phase through walls and dragon’s breath like a ghost.
Javier surrendered first and parted their bodies to take her by the hand. He led her down the cove toward the mouth of a dark cave where wild ferns and an abundance of green life sprang from the loamy soil. Water crashed against the rocks and sent up a cool mist.
“I’m guessing you can see the way inside?”
“All dragons can see in the dark by varying degrees,” he replied. Some had better night vision than others, but he didn’t lapse into the scientific explanation his father would have used.
As they reached the mouth of the cave, a few blooms of pale green color glittered against the lapping waves, providing a minimal amount of light.
“It didn’t begin glowing until the hippocampi came here. The plants are native to their home in the Mediterranean and a few other places.”
“It’s so pretty.” The iridescent glow wavered each time the water moved, little specks dancing with the currents. “So, are you going to take me inside your lair and ravish me?” Yasmin’s big grin seemed brighter than the stars. “Is that what you black dragons do?”
“Only when we’re asked nicely,” he quipped. “Perfect place for that kind of thing since there’s no one around to hear you scream.”
“Oh, I dunno. I can get pretty loud when I scream.” Her thumb traced over the back of his hand and across his knuckles.
What the hell do I do now? Fuck.
Cursing and praising his luck, Javier led the way inside. The cavern opened into a large grotto where a small waterfall crashed into a trickling stream and joined the main water source. Overhead, a small opening allowed in the moonlight and a view of a few twinkling stars.
Before he could utter a word, Yasmin stepped up to him and claimed his mouth, her free hand sliding into his hair at his nape. The ferocity of the kiss took him by surprise, and after an initial backward stumble, he regained his footing and stroked his fingers down her thigh.
Her hand dropped from his neck to the laces of his shorts. Once his slow brain caught up to her intentions, Javier helped by shoving them dow
n. His cock bounced up immediately, slapping hm in the stomach it was so hot and heavy.
“Need you,” he muttered.
“Have me.”
He dragged Yasmin in close and coaxed her leg up around his hip. Thrusting forward sawed his dick back and forth against the damp, clinging fabric providing the only scrap of modesty remaining between them. And all he wanted was to get that fabric off of her.
She wasn’t just some sensual seductresses, she was going to be the end of him because there was no going back to the playful friendship between them.
He groaned low and feral, the sound rumbling through his chest, and all effort he’d made to show restraint shattered. He shredded her panties with one snatch, all the while wondering how one human—witch or not—could be so beautiful. Every kiss proved as addictive as the last, making it difficult to part from her for air. When he did, it was to drag his head downward, following the path of her pulse to her shoulder and tasting her skin.
Javier wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but he hadn’t even finished his single glass. Years of warnings from his father flooded his foggy brain. Too bad he hadn’t left the house with a pocket full of condoms, expecting to wander into the sexiest girl on the island.
It wasn’t like they needed it. Dragons never created offspring with other shifters, only humans and their own kind. Reassured by this, he fumbled against her with another stroke. Penetration failed with his dick, but he found the perfect angle with his fingers.
A low moan fluttered her breath against his throat when his fingers delved deep, stroking sensitive flesh, and she curled one hand into his shoulder while she wriggled the other between them and took him in hand. With each pump of Javier’s fingers in her body, she gave an echoing stroke up and down his hard length.
He thrust against her hand, discovering her touch alone was almost enough to make him come. No, no, not now. She dragged a raw, feral sound from him before he lowered her beneath him against the green vegetation. It may as well have been a velvet bed, it was so plush and soft. He needed to explore her longer, any excuse needed to avoid blowing his load early.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” she whispered, and he was positive she meant it. For the first time since he’d become an adult dragon, he thought a woman meant it. “I need you. I feel like… like I’m burning up inside.”
She was burning up? Heat exploded through him, his cock an iron bar trapped between their two bodies. He groaned against her throat and nipped her pulse point, fantasizing about how good it would feel to sink in with his teeth. To taste her. To mark her as his.
No. Can’t do that.
Javier slanted his mouth over her lips and decided heaven had another name—Yasmin. She was pure sin wrapped around him, lithe limbs and a responsive body.
Unable to wait another second, he nudged forward with his hips and found her warm, receptive, and as eager as him. And too damned tight to take all of his length at once. He claimed her slowly, in teasing increments that introduced her inch by inch. She fluttered around his cocked, her breaths coming in pants and moans. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, and her head rolled back.
“Javier, please.”
“Please what?”
“More. I want… gods, I want all of it.”
“Trust me. You’re going to get every inch.”
He just wanted to savor it for a moment first. His balls ached and his cock pulsed a demanding rhythm urging him to plunge in balls deep and have her.
Javier rolled his thumb over her nipple instead and tweaked it. “I want to worship these.”
So he did, dipping his head down and kissing the tip of the other breast. He tasted the stiff peak then teased it with his teeth, edging it until it beaded pebble hard.
All the while, Yasmin writhed, moaning beneath him and growing even wetter. He eased another inch, and his name fell from her lips.
In the next thrust, he sank in to find sweet relief. Everything about her proved better than he’d imagined, and there was so much more of him waiting to feel her tight pussy.
But he didn’t dare move, overwhelmed by the sensation. He still hadn’t bottomed out. Despite that, she was driving him crazy. Their groans mingled together, and he took the plunge—sheathing himself in a warm and welcoming embrace that made him see stars.
“Fuck.”
Yasmin’s breath escaped in a hiss, and her hips arched from the ground. “Holy—” She gasped, one leg wrapping tight around his waist.
When she exposed her neck to him again, Javier’s gums ached, mouth burning with the inherent need to claim what was his with a bite.
Unable to maintain eye contact for long without doing something he’d regret, he buried his face against her breasts instead and marveled over the fullness, even daring to suck one tip between his teeth. Perfect didn’t describe her. Divine would be a better word.
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” Her tits muffled his words, preceding the slow withdrawal and returning stroke that seated every inch where he belonged.
Time didn’t exist anymore as far as he was concerned. They might have been there for hours or for minutes, bodies moving in perfect harmony once they found their rhythm. She didn’t scream, but she gave him every other sound he could possibly desire. The grotto filled with their panting breaths, low groans, and pleasured cries. Tension coiled, a building inferno, release just beyond his reach.
“Harder, Javier. Faster. There, yes, there. Fuck you’re perfect.” Little sparks danced across her fingertips as she grasped his ass and drew him in flush against her with each stroke.
Don’t bite her. Don’t bite her.
His restraint frayed, self-control dwindling more with each passing second. Resting his weight on his elbows, he turned his face against the side of her neck and kissed the tender spot below her ear. He was so close, he thought the building passion would consume him in flames, and just when he brought his desire under control, harmless zaps danced over his skin, pleasure and pain commingling. His head went fuzzy, and the dire need to come faded, holding him on the precipice in a state of unnatural stasis.
“What the hell—fuck, what are you doing to me?” Magic was evil, and apparently it was also amazing. “Was that—?”
The sharp sting of her teeth closed around his left shoulder. Pain and ecstasy twined together in a tempest of sensation.
Yasmin’s magic hummed in the air and all around them, but her unexpected bite broke the spell she had over him that had kept his orgasm at bay.
He thrust forward, startled by the white-hot lance of bliss shooting through his body. Climax sizzled down his spine and tightened his balls. On the next glide, his cock twitched and he spilled inside her, coming so hard his vision turned white like he’d gazed into a lightning storm. His growl reverberated through the peaceful grotto, rumbling against stone and the bioluminescent water.
“Ja-Javier!”
There was the cry he’d wanted, the scream he’d fucking needed. Her reciprocal orgasm sent him into a state of wild, frenzied abandon. She turned her face against his throat and cried out as he rode through every spasm, grinding their hips together desperately, hands and legs sliding against sweat-slickened skin because he couldn’t get enough of her and didn’t want it to end.
There was still so much he wanted to do to her. With her.
At last, Yasmin fell limp beneath him, chest heaving and eyes closed, a blissful smile on her face. “We need... we need to do that again. But in a little bit.”
“Definitely.” But at that moment, all he wanted was to breathe her in and enjoy the silky heat of her body and those wonderful aftershocks dancing over his dick.
“Just gonna close my eyes a bit.” Her fingers traced light circles over his lower back and ass, and a delayed tremor made her squeeze around him, igniting another series of pleasurable quakes through his body.
After the mist cooled their skin, he made love to her again, taking his time no
w that the frenetic urgency of their first coupling was over. The night passed in a haze until he was too exhausted to even think about more.
The water sparkled in shades of teal, glowing whenever it lapped the shore or they tiptoed into the radiant pool to wash the sweat from their skin. It wasn’t until Yasmin began to drift to sleep that his rumbling belly stirred him out of the on and off drowse.
“Wanna go back to my place?” he murmured, nudging her.
“Only if you’re volunteering to carry me out. I’m wiped.”
Javier pushed up onto his palms and glanced down at her, debating whether he wanted to carry her or not. Damn, thinking about getting her into his bed was all it took to go stiff again.
If it meant he could be inside her again, he’d carry her to the moon and back.
It wasn’t far from the grotto to his private bungalow, a single-bedroom home tucked on the other edge of the island. He suspected his parents had wanted their privacy back and didn’t want him as their next-door neighbor, more than anything to do with giving him privacy.
They hadn’t even made it halfway inside the house before they were on each other again. Laughter abounded as they ran into counters and walls, until they finally fell into his bed.
It wasn’t until the sun kissed the horizon that they both finally succumbed to sleep.
Chapter Four
Everything Yasmin’s friends had told her about their first times seemed so woefully wrong. Tired? Okay, that one was true, but after multiple rounds of energetic sex, it seemed expected. Unfulfilled? She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d experienced. Sore? Only in the best of ways.
Javier hadn’t moved, dead to the world beside her. As a child, her mother had personally tutored her about the various shifters in the world, and she’d learned dragons underwent brief periods of mini-hibernation after expending a lot of energy.
And he’d definitely earned the long nap.
Nature called, so Yasmin wiggled free from his embrace and left him snoring in bed, only to become distracted by her reflection in the bathroom mirror when she stopped to wash her hands.
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