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Touched by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 6)
Copyright © 2017 by Alisa Woods
February 2017 Edition
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Touched by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 6)
Paranormal Fairytale Romance
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Falling in love was never in the cards for Leonidas. An angry witch made sure of that—if he loses his heart, he loses his life. But the treaty guaranteeing peace will die with him, unless he wins the True Love of a woman and she bears him a dragonling. When a fiery red-headed witch comes along with plans of her own, five hundred years of guarding his heart and opening his bed might not be enough to protect him.
Because Love is Magic… and the fate of the mortal and immortal worlds depends on Rosalyn and Leonidas not only opening their hearts, but surviving a Love that’s True…
THE FALLEN IMMORTALS SERIES
Lucian and Arabella
Kiss of a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 1)
Heart of a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 2)
Fire of a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 3)
Leonidas and Rosalyn
Chosen by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 4)
Seduced by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 5)
Touched by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 6)
Leksander and Erelah
Loved by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 7)...coming soon
Marked by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 8)...coming soon
Claimed by a Dragon (Fallen Immortals 9)...coming soon
“Are you certain this is a closet?” Rosalyn asked, her voice a little breathy.
Leonidas had her bent over an ancient wooden desk with spindly legs. Rosalyn admired its ornate, intricate carvings along the edges, burnished to a high gleam. She was splayed across the flat surface, completely naked. Each thrust of Leonidas’s cock sparked magic deep inside her, but it was also making the poor antique protest with increasingly loud creaks.
“Yes. Quite certain.” Leonidas rumbled a growly warning she recognized as I’m trying to pleasure you woman! Stop talking and start moaning. She grinned because it had become a game between them—to see who could bring the other to climax first while holding off on their own.
Rosalyn had only been pregnant two days, but so far, they were the best days of her life.
“Seems more like a study to me,” she said, proud of how calm she sounded, despite the waves of pleasure washing through down to her toes. “Far too many books for a closet.” She was besting him in the game with the running commentary on the archaic furnishings. This was their first time in the dimly-lit room, tiny and tucked away near the Great Hall. The French keep of the House of Smoke was wonderfully medieval and packed with ancient furniture, colorful tapestries, and everything from bed chambers to lavatories. It was like stepping back in time.
Leonidas grunted and pulled out of her. Then he grabbed her by the hips and rolled her on the tabletop, lifting her legs, so they encircled his waist. She was on her back now, and the frustrated scowl on his face almost made her laugh. That was, until he thrust even harder into her, making her gasp with the new position and the fervent aggression. She reflexively closed her eyes and arched into him.
He growled again. “A closet was a private retreat from the Great Hall and the rest of the House.” He was leaning over her now and holding her shoulders, so the thrust of his cock went even deeper.
“Fuck,” she muttered as the tightening low in her belly suddenly surged.
“What was that, my love?” he asked, and she could hear the triumph in his voice.
Not yet, dragon prince. She gritted her teeth and opened her eyes… but then she let her gaze wander around the room, ignoring him looming over her, ramming into her with increasing ardor. “A private retreat, you say?” She pretended to inspect the trimly cushioned couch by the window, the cabinet with the elaborate stained glass and wood carvings, and the abundant shelving that held leather-bound books of all shapes and sizes.
“Yes,” he said, frustration returning to his voice. “For intimate… conversation. And other activities.” He moved a hand from the strong grip he had on her shoulder down to where their bodies met… and stroked her inflamed and super-sensitive nub with his thumb.
She couldn’t help the stifled cry.
He grinned wickedly above her and worked her even faster.
Holy fuck. She panted, working to contain the sudden rush of pleasure. Even before they were mated, his touch sparked an insane pleasure-magic, his Summer Fae powers connecting with her witchy ones in a celebration of the glory of sex. But since they mated—since he infused her with his dragon blood as well as the dragonfire seal on her back, which she could still feel writhing against the desktop—the contact between them was even more intense. Like every square inch of her skin was directly connected to the pleasure stronghold between her legs. And when he touched her there, with his deftly expert hands… it wasn’t a fair fight.
She groaned, holding back the climax rushing up fast. Deep inside her belly was the child they had created, safely tucked and bathed in magic by their endless lovemaking. She wasn’t showing yet, but she would soon—for now, she could indulge in all the gymnastics she wanted with their hot sex in every room of his lair and beyond.
Rosalyn lifted her head and opened her eyes. Leonidas’s expression was strained, and his cock inside her was as big as she’d ever felt—he had to be close. She reached up to rake her nails down his naked chest. His jaw twitched, and his eyes glazed. She knew he loved that rough play, but there was no way he was letting her up from the desk until he wrenched a climax out of her. But she might talk him into his climax first.
“I want to redecorate,” she said breathily, digging her nails into his arms.
He groane
d but stayed intent on working her sex with his fingers.
“I need something to bind you, my love.” She slid her hands up his arms, lifting so she could peer into his eyes. The change in angle made him falter and have to move lower. They were nearly face-to-face now. She stroked his ear with her finger, tracing the outline—he was crazy sensitive there. He grunted as she did so and thrust harder, but she was winning again. She could tell. “A large rack built into the wall,” she panted against his cheek, tasting his skin with the tip of her tongue. “I’d strap you to it with black leather and magically bind you as well so you couldn’t break free.” He groaned and moved his hands to lift her bottom up from the desk and thrust deeper. But she had him… “I’d tease you with my tongue and take you down my throat and bring you right to the edge, but never ever let you come. I’d hold you right there. Torture you with the magic of my mouth. And not let you come until I’d had all my pleasure from you. Then I’d fuck you so hard you’d see stars.”
He let out a strangled sound and thrust and held still.
The satisfaction of feeling him come inside her in hot wet spurts was almost enough to crash her own climax. Almost. But not quite.
“Fuck!” His voice was hoarse. “You little witch.” He panted. “You don’t play fair.”
“Who said anything about fair?” She grinned as he pulled back.
But that dead-sexy glare of his sent a thrill through her. “Lie down,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.” She laid back and let him slip her knees over his shoulders. Now that she’d won their little game, she was free to enjoy whatever else he gave her.
And holy magic, the dragon prince never disappointed.
She shrieked when his tongue met her nub, the magic razor-sharp and fire-hot. It was like a direct injection of ecstasy, and she was quickly moaning and grabbing at his head between her legs and arching into his mouth. Her whimpers and cries ramped up when he added his talented fingers, pumping in and out of her. She let herself go, slipping into the blinding pleasure, knowing he was enjoying this part as much as she was. Well, maybe not quite as much… because these orgasms he gave her were like explosions in her body, wracking her from head to toe and inside out. Maybe it was the fiery dragon magic inside her now, adding extra pleasure to every touch—Leonidas’s blood and seal making her literally red-hot in bed. Maybe it was her own witchy magic, blossoming as it joined with his, growing into something that resonated power through every cell of her body.
She prayed it wasn’t the demon. Anything but the demon.
But that dark thought was swiped away as Leonidas clamped down on her sex with his mouth, doing that sucking thing that put her right over the edge every damn time.
She screamed and let loose, shaking and convulsing and coming so hard, she was the one seeing stars. It went on and on, and Leonidas played her body with his hands and his mouth like she was an instrument and he was the virtuoso.
And what magical music they made.
When the last note of her orgasm played, she sunk into the unforgiving hardtop of the desk, a puddle of woman on the ancient wood. Her eyes were open, but she could barely see—every sense in her mind was blown. Sights. Sounds. Smells. Even his touch as he slowly disentangled from her was nothing but pure after-buzz.
He loomed over her then kissed her soundly on the mouth.
She fumbled to kiss him back, but she missed it. He’d already pulled back, grinning with male pride. She would make some kind of crack about how she won—he came first!—but her brain was too scrambled to form words.
He gently scooped her up from the desk and carried her to the sofa by the window. He was so freaking strong… she still wasn’t used to it, but the sense of total security in his arms just added to the afterglow, making her relax into him like they were one flesh, one body, one soul. He curled up on the couch sideways, settling her into his lap and propping her back against the brocaded fabric. The hazy sunshine falling through the thick-paned window made his gorgeous face glow with a heavenly light. Her fingers found their way to his face, gently tracing the sharp crest of his cheekbone, then gliding down to touch his lips.
“These lips,” she breathed, words finally coming back to her. “You should register them as a deadly weapon.”
He smiled, thinning his lips under her touch.
She slipped her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in for a long and luxurious kiss. His lips moved slow and sensuous against hers. She was thoroughly buzzed-out, exhausted really… otherwise, that masterful kiss would have her ramping up again. As it was, she just floated in the wonder of it.
He loved her.
She loved him.
There was really nothing more perfect in the world than this moment.
Leonidas’s hand stole up her leg, past her sex, and settled on her belly.
The baby.
That was the only thing that could go wrong with this perfect picture.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
She knew he didn’t mean the pleasure still hot between her legs. He meant the baby. “Fine.”
He peered at her like he wasn’t sure if she were telling the truth.
“And you can stop asking every five minutes,” she said with a pout. “It’s going to be a long six weeks otherwise.”
“I’ll try to stretch it to ten.” He smirked, but his eyes were serious. Too serious.
“And we can’t exactly spend all six weeks making love.”
He nodded. “We’ll have to stop to eat. On occasion.” His smirk tamed to a smile.
She dropped her gaze to his chest and let her fingers lightly trace each rippling muscle. He was incredibly gorgeous. Like epically so. Any sane woman would rejoice in her fantastic good luck to be trapped in bed, on the receiving end of as many orgasms as she could stand, for six weeks and beyond, with a man like him. And she loved Leonidas. She was his mate and was carrying his child.
So why this yearning for more? Why the sinking feeling even though she was now more powerful in magic than she’d ever been before? Was it because she was giving up the coven? Or any real chance to use that magic? Maybe this was the demon talking—that residual gift via vampire that haunted her, making her restless. It wanted more than to be trapped in the keep, no matter how sprawling and ancient and cool. Or was that her thinking those things? How could she possibly know?
“What’s wrong?” Leonidas’s hand lay over hers, holding it against his chest. The familiar sparking between them was sizzling straight to her core again.
She ignored it and looked up. “I want more.”
The barest flinch crossed his face… but she saw it.
“I mean,” she rushed out, so he wouldn’t misunderstand, “all this is great. Wonderful. I love you and this and… and our baby.” She moved his hand down to her belly again. It still felt strange to say those words aloud. To know there was a real, live baby dragon inside her. She could feel his pulsing magic, even if he was still too tiny for her to feel much else.
Leonidas’s expression had softened. “But it’s not enough.”
“No, that’s not it,” she insisted. “It’s just…” She struggled for words. “I guess I’m no good at being a pampered princess. I need a little more… variety. That’s all.” Was that it? Maybe.
A small smile—a real one—snuck out on his face. “There’s a boudoir we haven’t yet—”
“That’s not what I mean.” She gave him a pinched look, but then softened it when his gaze dropped. “You know, I’ve never been to Paris—”
His gaze snapped up again. “Absolutely not. We can’t leave the keep. You know that.”
She lifted her hands. “I don’t know that. Why? I mean, I’m your mate, right? Doesn’t that protect me? It’s not like Zephan can hurt me now.”
Leonidas scowled, and it was dark. So dark. “Like he didn’t hurt you before?”
He meant the demon infection. Her heart clenched—Leonidas almost didn’t take her for a mate because of that
fucking demon. That greedy, needy, dark and envious thing inside her. It was there, for sure. She knew it, and he did, too. It was part of her—that was the truly horrible part. The part that suddenly made her second-guess everything. It was contained now—Leonidas got rid of most of it. But if that hidden dark side of her came out again… it wouldn’t just hurt her. It would hurt their child.
And destroy Leonidas.
A shudder went through her body that had nothing to do with the slight draftiness of the keep. Her nipples hardened and tensed. Leonidas’s hand slipped up to cup her breast, slowly massaging it with his palm. They’d spent most of the last two days naked… it was almost natural now.
His scowl had run away. He dipped his head to peer at her downcast eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up. I can’t imagine how horrible that must have been for you.”
Only it wasn’t horrible. Hell, she’d had two orgasms while the vampire had feasted on her, and the possession was more like being drunk or high or amped up on some lust spell. No, it only was horrible afterward. When she realized what all that said about her.
“No, you’re right.” She stopped his gentle caresses on her breast because somehow they made her feel guilty. Or maybe reminded her too much of the possession time. She met his earnest gaze. “We should stay in the keep until the baby’s born.”
“Now you’re talking.” He gave her a small smile. “Once the baby comes, we can go anywhere you like.”
Her heart flinched. Because they hadn’t talked about it, not since he sealed her, but she knew she might not make it. There might not be any “after the baby comes” time. Which only meant she needed to live every moment like they were numbered and ticking.