He thrust it aside, ignoring the roaring protest his dragon made inside his head. Right now, the need to mark Elysia overwhelmed him. Even if he wasn’t ready to mate her, he wanted to fuck her so hard and so many times that she would barely be able to leave in the morning. The possessive thought filled him with satisfaction and he rolled over, trapping Elysia beneath him.
His hands swept over her curves and she arched into his touch. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard and so long, you’re gonna forget that any other man ever touched you,” he growled.
She laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. She rubbed her wet pussy against his already recovering cock. “I love it that you can come like a freight train and then be ready again in a matter of minutes,” she purred, throwing her head back so that her body pressed more tightly to his.
Declan licked the side of her neck then sucked on a spot beneath her ear. She moaned and he sucked harder, knowing he’d leave a small mark there. He rubbed his half-hard cock against her pussy. “I told you dragon shifters had that ability. We’ll just see how many more orgasms you have in you…”
She pulled away and got on all fours. “Uh uh. You’re not fucking my pussy until you fulfill your promise. Get the lube,” she commanded.
Declan’s cock rose to its full length. Gods! How could he have forgotten her virgin ass? He looked at her dazedly as she wagged her smooth buttocks at him. He grabbed the lube and crawled up to her, squirting the liquid into her crack. His long fingers rubbed it into her pink anus just the way she had done to him. When the tight ring of muscles loosened a little with her arousal, he thrust one long finger into her. She gasped, her breath catching. Declan waited, wondering if it had hurt her. Moments later, she pressed back against his hand and the finger sank the rest of the way in.
He began to thrust into her and after a little bit she started moaning. He squirted more lube on her and his hand then slowly inserted another finger. He looked at her with a little frown. Her hole was so small and his fingers so big. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to even get his dick in such a tight little channel.
His finger thrusts must have become hesitant once he’d gotten the second finger in because she looked back at him, her face flushed, her eyes glittering with lust. “Don’t you even think about not fucking my ass,” she gritted out.
Declan blinked at her then grinned. “Baby, I will fuck whatever part of your body you want me to,” he murmured, stroking his free hand over the curve of her buttock.
“Good, because I want your cock in my ass now!” She punctuated her words with a thrust backward so rough that it nearly knocked him over.
He pulled his fingers free and began to lube up his cock. Elysia wriggled her bottom at him suggestively, her wet pink hole beckoning him. He knelt behind her, rubbing the head against her anus. She pushed back and he thrust forward. The head of his cock burst through the tight ring of muscles and she yelped, her fingers convulsively gripping the sheets.
“Lys? Baby?” he asked, afraid he’d hurt her.
“Holy crap!” she panted. She glanced back at him and he could see the pain and pleasure etched on her beautiful face. “Don’t you dare stop!” she ordered.
Worried, he squirted more lube on her ass where his cock was embedded and rubbed more onto his shaft. Then he slowly pressed inward. He thought he might pass out from her tightness and heat. She gripped him like a vise, the wet slippery lube creating an exquisite friction so intense that he knew he wouldn’t last long. The moment his balls slapped against her ass, he reached down with the hand that wasn’t lubed and inserted his fingers in her wet pussy.
Declan pulled back and then thrust into her, using short powerful strokes. He gripped her hip with one hand and stroked her pussy with the other. His thumb brushed her swollen clit, making her shiver. For long minutes, he let her hot ass milk him with every thrust. He became mindless with the need to speed up his thrusts and shoot his hot cum into her tight channel. His thumb rubbed her clit harder and she thrust herself back onto his cock. That was all he needed to step up the tempo.
By the time his balls tightened, indicating his coming orgasm, his thrusts had become rough as he fucked her virgin hole. He bit her neck beneath the ear as his fingers teased her clit. She screamed and her ass clamped down on his cock as she came. She gripped him so tightly he could barely thrust, but he managed a few more. Then his cock swelled and jerked, lashing her hot anal passage with his cum. The extra lubrication allowed him to get in another couple of thrusts as she moaned and writhed beneath him, tossing her head like a mare being mounted.
Finally, they both stopped shuddering and Declan pulled free of her. She collapsed on the bed, gazing at him with dazed eyes. On wobbly legs, he got up and went into the bathroom. He turned on the water, filling the Jacuzzi tub. He took a couple of calming breaths then went into the bedroom after her. Bending at the waist, he picked her up easily.
Elysia curled her arms around his neck, laying her head on his chest. He carried her into the bathroom and set her in the tub. He got in behind her, pulling her back against him so that she sat between his thighs. He turned on the jets and the bubbles swirled around them.
“You’re not used to all this so we’ll soak for a bit. Afterward, I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours a couple more times,” he whispered in her ear, nipping at the edge.
She arched back against him, running her hands down his muscled thighs. “Okay,” she agreed calmly.
He saw her eyes close and she murmured, “I’m so glad you’re a dragon.”
A wicked little smile curved her lips and Declan’s gut tied itself in knots. Despite his inner dragon’s protests, he didn’t want to admit that in all probability his heart was completely lost to her. He almost dreaded what the morning would bring.
Chapter Five
When Elysia’s cell phone beeped, she didn’t think anything of it. She just wondered who had sent her a text message. When she opened the text message that her face flamed and her heart began to thud.
I can still smell you on me. I’ve been worthless today because of it. All I can think of is you.
Elysia closed her eyes and tried to calm herself. Her heart pounded and her blood raced in her veins. She began to throb between her legs. She looked at the clock. Almost five. Pretty much quitting time for her. She looked at her phone again. What the hell was she going to do about Declan? She hadn’t responded to his flowers or his note about dinner. The note said he would call, but he hadn’t. Now, she had a text message that made her ache with desire.
She got up, leaving her phone on the desk, and walked over to the window, closing the blinds. Every step she took reminded her of what had happened the night before. She now knew that shifters really did have incredible staying power and amazing recovery time. She’d been really sore when she’d stumbled into work. However, being immortal meant she healed faster than a human would. The soreness that made her walk funny that morning had subsided to a vague ache. If she hadn’t been immortal, she would have been in serious trouble that morning.
The cell phone lying on her blotter mocked her silently. She couldn’t deny that the text message turned her on. If she were totally honest with herself, she would admit that Declan turned her on. She sat down at her desk and took out the card that had come with the flowers. The bold, dark handwriting had to be Declan’s. He’d chosen the flowers and written the card personally. He hadn’t done what Austin had, sent his assistant to order the flowers and write some cheesy over the top sentiment. No, Declan Antaeus was nothing like Austin Stone, in bed or out of it. He outclassed Austin in every way. He was more genuine than any man she had ever been with.
Elysia sighed heavily. She still didn’t want to get involved with Declan. Unfortunately, her head drug its feet while her heart and body anticipated her next encounter with the dragon. She shook her head, trying to clear it so she could analyze the situation.
On the plus side, she had had the most amazing sex of
her life. She’d never known she was multi-orgasmic. Declan had forced orgasm on top of orgasm from her. And she now felt like the queen of decadent sex. Nothing had seemed out of the question last night. Spankings, sex toys, handcuffs, anal sex…
Her eyes closed on a shudder. She’d never done that before, but by the gods, she’d loved it with Declan. Twenty four hours ago, if someone had shown her a photo of his erect cock and told her that it would fit in her ass like a hand in a glove, she would have thought they were insane. But not only had his cock fit in her ass, he had made her love it there. Her face flushed pink when she thought of how she had thrust herself backward onto his thick rod of flesh. She had never known that she could be so wild and uninhibited. She had shocked herself by letting go and then shocked herself again by enjoying it far beyond anything she had ever done before. Now, her previous sex life seemed staid and boring.
Another thing on the plus side was that Declan had no hang-ups about being with a strong, intelligent woman. When she’d said she had an early meeting with an attorney, he not only believed her, he’d complimented her on her business acumen. Austin had always tried to put her in the “little woman” role, even though he’d apparently chosen her because of her professional standing within the death care industry. Elysia couldn’t imagine Declan ever doing that. His mate would always be his partner whether she was his equal in business or not.
Mate. Now there was a big fat minus. After her experience with Austin, Elysia didn’t want to get married, didn’t want a bloodmate. Declan obviously wanted everything his siblings had and then some. Dragons were notorious for being partial to home and hearth. Elysia was so not a home and hearth kind of girl.
Before she could run through any more pluses and minuses, her desk phone rang with an internal call.
“Lys, the computer down at the crematory is on the fritz again. I need you to fix it before you go home,” her older brother Marius said in an exasperated tone. “And if you need to replace the damn thing just do it. You’re such a penny pincher sometimes. The cost in frustration and down time is more than the cost of a new machine.”
Elysia rolled her eyes even though her brother couldn’t see it. “Okay, I’ll order a new one. And I’ll check the computer right now. I won’t go home until it’s working,” she soothed him.
“Perfect,” he said and hung up.
With a sigh, Elysia turned to her computer, clicking on the program that would allow her to take control of the crematory computer. When it wouldn’t connect, she tried again. That’s when she realized it really wasn’t responding. She grabbed her cell phone and a small computer tool kit and headed out to the mortuary lobby where she picked up a golf cart key.
Pushing open the front door of the lobby, she squinted in the fading rays of sunlight. The weak light didn’t bother her at all but her eyes were sensitive to it. Two steps out of the door a movement to her left caught her eye. A tall, muscular form holding a smart phone leaned against the side of a black Mercedes convertible. He looked up from his texting and his eyes widened in pleased surprise.
Elysia’s breath caught in her throat at the same moment that her phone beeped in her pocket, telling her she had a text message. Declan came toward her, his golden eyes crinkled at the corners, his mouth turned up in a welcoming smile.
“I just texted you,” he murmured as he came to a stop two feet in front of her.
“I know,” she replied. “Why are you here? I thought you were going to call?”
He grinned. “Good. You got the flowers.”
He looked so pleased that Elysia felt guilty for giving them away. “Yes, I did. They were lovely and the note very surprising,” she told him.
“Surprising?” He quirked a brow at her inquiringly.
“You wrote it yourself,” she said dryly. “Look, Declan. I was going to call you…” She broke off when her brisk tone of voice made his face fall. The pleasure in his expression leeched away and she felt like a monumental asshole. Helplessly, unable to hurt him when he’d been so happy to see her, she gestured lamely toward the golf cart. “I have a computer down. I have to fix it.” She held up the little toolkit.
Instantly, Declan’s expression changed. He smiled again, but this time with a hint of caution in the back of his golden eyes. “Okay. Do you mind if I tag along?” he asked carefully.
Knowing that leaving him hanging around the mortuary was a bad idea because Marius hadn’t left yet, and despite the fact that her panicked brain screamed “Yes! I mind! I mind!” her mouth opened and she said, “Not at all. Let’s go.”
They got in the golf cart and Elysia drove all the way across the cemetery to the crematory, situated in the farthest corner of the grounds. She was acutely aware of his tall form beside her in the tiny cart, his long hard thigh pressed against hers. When they reached the crematory, she jumped out and quickly led the way inside. She knew that Ray, the crematory operator, was on his dinner break so she went straight into his office.
Elysia sat down at the desk and checked the computer‘s connection to the network. It showed offline and she frowned. Declan shifted restlessly beside her. “Mind if I check out your retort?” he asked, gesturing toward the big cremation oven.
Despite herself, her lips twitched and her brows lifted. Seeing her expression, Declan grinned. “Sounds like a cheesy pick up line, doesn’t it?” he chuckled.
She nodded. “All it needed was the ‘Hey, baby’ in front of it.” She smiled and waved a hand toward the retort. “Help yourself. Ray’s done for the day. He was just doing paperwork when his computer went down.”
Declan nodded and walked around the retort, out of her eyesight. She went back to the computer, checking all the connections then checking the modem and firewall. Declan returned to her side as she rebooted the firewall. He looked over her shoulder at the setup. “This building isn’t hardwired to your main building?”
“No.” She rechecked the connections on the firewall and modem, then sat at the desk again to reboot the computer. “It was too expensive to do that. Instead, it has its own DSL line, hence the modem. The firewall allows this computer to be on the company network via a VPN. It sounds complicated, but it’s not. And it’s a lot less money than digging up the cemetery to lay cable.”
Declan thrust his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You really do know your stuff, don’t you?” he murmured.
At the odd tone in his voice, she glanced up to find his wide shoulders hunched a little. She noticed that he wore pressed jeans and a plain white button down shirt with a black suede suit-style jacket. He looked ready to go to a casual dinner. Guilt assaulted her again. Her eyes met his. The golden irises with the elongated pupils were guarded. That and the hunch of his shoulders told her that he wasn’t feeling very sure of himself. For a man of Declan Antaeus’ caliber, that was very odd indeed.
“The network is my baby,” she explained as the computer reconnected. “Yes, I have a degree in finance, and I’m in charge of that department here, but it’s the network stuff that I love.”
When she saw that the computer had reestablished a connection with the network, she stood up, her shoulder brushing against his thigh. Heat flared through her body and she hissed in a breath. Involuntarily, her eyes met his. The twin amber flames in their depths told her that his desire matched hers.
Declan’s hand came up and cupped her cheek. Instinctively, she leaned into his touch. His body angled closer to hers and he tilted her face up to his. Elysia shivered as his mouth covered hers. Scenes from the previous night flashed in her head. Both her body and heart ached for him. Only her brain put up a fight and at the moment, with his tongue teasing hers, her body completely overruled her head.
Elysia slid her arms under his jacket, seeking his warmth. His green apple scent overwhelmed her senses and she dug her nails into his cotton covered back, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath. His lips left hers to travel down her throat. She arched her neck, loving the feel of him pressed against her.
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bsp; “Oh, Declan,” she moaned.
“Lys. Baby, I’ve been starving for you. I want you so much,” he murmured against her throat.
He bent her back over his arm as his lips and tongue traced the vee neckline of her sweater. His hips pressed hers, and she found herself sprawled on the desk as he slid his hands inside her sweater to touch her skin. When his fingers found the front clasp of her bra, her breasts sprang free, the hard nipples grazing his palms. Frantic to touch him too, she fumbled with the buttons on the front of his shirt, kissing every inch of his chest that she exposed.
Declan bent his dark head, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She cried out at the exquisite sensations rocketing through her body and cradled his head closer. He ground his hips against her, his thick erection rubbing the damp place between her thighs. She wanted to rip his clothes off and push him to the floor so she could straddle his hips… She wanted to take him home and handcuff him to her bed… She wanted to…
Holy mother of vampires!
Elysia’s breath caught in her throat as she realized that she could hear Declan’s heart thundering. She could hear the rush of blood in his veins. She could smell his unique green apple scent and the scent of his blood and smoke. She could taste the salty tartness of his skin on her tongue. With Declan, every one of her senses magnified the moment she was with him. The night before, more than once, she had intuitively known his thoughts, his actions and reactions. And overriding it all, stronger today than last night, was the overwhelming urge to sink down onto his cock and bite his neck, taste his blood, and feel his fire.
Dear gods. Could he be her bloodmate?
Stark fear swamped her, trumping the white-hot desire that consumed her. She pushed at Declan’s chest, squirming out from beneath him, reaching to refasten her bra and yank down her sweater.
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