by Lynn Tyler
Sighing, Raven sat up and changed the subject. “We really need to focus on convincing the dragons to train with us again.”
“It’s not like they made any difference the last time,” Sloan grumbled.
Leith poured himself a glass of water and took a small sip. He was still frowning, and he stared into space when he finally answered. “Well, we weren’t prepared for the battle. We were only doing some training, so the dragons signaled for reinforcements far too late.”
A small breeze stirred Sloan’s hair, and he glanced over his shoulder and grinned. Anna had summoned two tiny tornadoes and made them race across the table. It was quite the sight to see.
Sunny stood by the fireplace, forcing the flames into different shapes and sizes. She stared at the fire and smiled when it formed itself into the shape of a lightning bolt. “This is fun,” she said.
Sloan couldn’t help but stare at her. He’d taken over her training, and she already showed great improvement. Sunny was happy and it showed. She positively glowed, always had a ready smile and was nice to everyone.
Unless something pissed her off. Then she turned into a fiery little thing, like the sun itself.
He schooled his expression and stood up to wander over to the water feature Raven had installed a couple of weeks ago. Water ran down the tiled wall in a small stream to splash into the basin below. It provided a soothing sound, sure, but Raven had installed it for Sloan to practice on when he felt the need.
Looking at the water, he imagined it swirling. Instantly, a small whirlpool emerged. He amused himself for a few minutes by dropping things into the whirlpool and watching them get sucked down. Anything was fair game as long as it didn’t disintegrate. Coins, pencils, and paper clips all made for good entertainment.
“Didn’t you send a message to the dragons?” Sloan finally asked, pulling his eyes away from the water.
“I did,” Raven said. “And I got a message back. I’m still trying to figure it out though.”
Everyone in the room looked at Raven, and the leader started pacing the perimeter of the room. “It was from Prince Gareth.” Raven explained the prince’s conditions and how not everything had been finalized.
Anna released the tornadoes and they flew out the window Leith opened for her, dissipating as soon as they hit the fresh air. “I wonder what happened to the queen.”
Sunny began swirling her finger through the air, drawing letters with fire and holding the trail in the air. “Why is everyone so concerned about the dragon queen? It’s been twenty-five years since you saw them last, right? Maybe she got too old to make these kinds of decisions.”
Anna blew at the letters and they all watched them float through the air lazily. Sunny’s control over her magic had come along remarkably well for the most part. “Nice,” Anna praised. “And dragons are immortal. So, if something has happened to the queen, we’re all in big shit.”
Sloan blinked when he heard the vulgar language slip from Anna’s mouth. What she said was true, but he’d never heard her swear before.
“Anyway,” Raven said, hiding his smile behind his hand, “I’ve agreed to meet Prince Gareth. He’s going to send a driver once we’ve got the meeting date hammered down.”
Sunny clapped her hands and the fire extinguished. “Can I come? I really want to meet a dragon.”
Sloan thought of Gareth. He remembered the dragon’s human form as one all the women, including Dara, had fawned over. “Why would you want to meet an overgrown lizard?” he asked.
This time, it was Leith who shot him a knowing look. “You know dragons have human forms. He won’t meet with Raven as a dragon.”
“Yeah,” Anna said dreamily. “And I remember Gareth’s human form well. He’s gorgeous.”
Squealing, Sunny rushed up to Raven and clutched his arm, jumping up and down. “Now I really want to meet him. Please, please, please.”
Jealousy made Sloan see in tunnel vision and it focused on an image of the little redhead and the tall dark haired dragon prince in an embrace.
No way in hell would he stand by while his lover hooked up with lizard boy. He would be damned if he shared Sunny with anyone, let alone a Goddamned prince. Growling, he went all caveman and strode over to her, throwing her over his shoulder. He stormed out of the rooms, hearing Leith and Raven’s laughter in his ears underscored by Anna’s outraged shout.
“Put me down,” Sunny shrieked.
Sloan winced as she hit at his back with her fists. “Stop it, woman, or you’ll bruise my kidneys.”
“Oh, honey, I’ll do more than bruise your kidneys if you don’t put me down right now.”
A shot of unease went down his spine, but he tried to keep his mind off the damage she could cause. Instead, he continued up the stairs.
At least she waited until they were at the top of the stairs before unleashing her anger. This time, instead of hitting him, she sent some of her fire down his back.
He yelped and just about dropped her, only barely managing to lower her to the ground without dropping her on her head. “What the fuck?” he shouted, even though he knew exactly why she’d burned him.
“We might be sleeping together but I am not a toy you can haul around anywhere and anytime you choose,” she said, poking him in the chest with a single finger.
“But, baby, I want you,” he said, trying out his best puppy dog eyes for good measure.
Of course, she didn’t back down. It wasn’t who she was. “Then try being nice.”
God, he was such a fool. “I’m sorry, Sunny. I really don’t like the idea of you meeting with Lizard Boy, and I didn’t know what else to do.”
Sunny froze and looked up at him. “So you went all caveman on me because you don’t want me to meet Prince Gareth?”
Embarrassed, Sloan pulled a Matthew and rubbed the back of his neck. “Umm…”
The smile on Sunny’s face was pure siren. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” he denied, but the tone of his voice wasn’t convincing even to himself.
Sunny sashayed toward him, her hips swinging enticingly with every step. She placed both her palms on his chest and slid them up and around his shoulders, tugging at him. He obeyed the gentle pressure, bending at the waist until his mouth was even with hers. “Don’t treat me like a possession again,” she whispered.
His need for her was so bad, his head spun. “I promise. What can I do to make it up to you?”
Sunny ran her tongue along his lower lip, and he promptly forgot how to breathe. “You can have your way with me in bed.”
“Yeah?” he asked hopefully.
She closed the tiny distance between them and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Take me to bed.”
Like that was a hardship. He cupped her hips and lifted her so he didn’t have to get a kink in his neck when he kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him more firmly into the kiss.
As much as he liked her taking the lead, he wanted—no, he needed—to take control. He had to show her that he was every bit as manly as a damn dragon prince.
Determined to take control, he licked at her lips, prodding them insistently until she opened her mouth. He pushed his tongue in, stroking the roof of her mouth and bossing her tongue around with his.
He stumbled down the hall, knocking into the ridiculous little tables Anna had insisted be scattered throughout the castle. One may have toppled over and something may have shattered when it hit the floor, but he didn’t stop to check. Not when Sunny kept releasing those tiny little moans into his mouth.
He swallowed the sounds she fed him and was determined to draw more from her. Finally, he stopped in front of her room and he let go of her with one hand to manipulate the doorknob. He wrestled with it for a few seconds, trying to open it without taking his mouth from Sunny’s.
Sloan growled with frustration when the fucking thing wouldn’t cooperate with him. He was forced to pull his lips off Sunny’s and actually wat
ch what he was doing. Sunny didn’t help matters when she started to mouth her way down his neck a little. Finally, Sloan managed to open the door.
He shuffled inside, kicking the door shut with his foot, and made his way to the bed. He all but dropped her on the mattress, and she landed with a soft thud.
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with heat and desire. It was all he could do not to rip off her clothes and sink into her. But he wanted more than that. She deserved more than that. “Stand up.”
She bit her lip and looked up at him from under her thick veil of eyelashes. He almost forgot his whole plan with that one look, but he stood firm. “I said, stand up.”
The bedding rustled as she rose gracefully from the mattress. She glided to the center of the room and froze. “Now what?” Her voice was sultry and drove his lust even higher. The expression on her face was one of pure desire. Clearly, she liked it when he got a little dominating. “Strip.”
If there was any doubt she would disobey his order, it was quickly dispelled when she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. The movement was slow, revealing one creamy inch of skin at a time, and his already hard dick twitched, eager to get inside her.
His mouth practically watered by the time he removed his shirt. Sunny’s mouth formed into a tiny, Mona Lisa smile as she swept her hair over her shoulder and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. “Stop,” he growled.
She froze, her hands still behind her back. Sloan had been dreaming of one particular scene since their first encounter, and it was time to make his dream come true. “The pants first.”
Sunny obeyed him easily, moving her hands from her bra to the front of her jeans and popping open the button without hesitation. She peeled the denim from her slim legs and tossed the pants over her shoulder. A tiny scrap of blue silk covered her pussy from his gaze, matching the blue bra that cupped her perfect breasts lovingly.
He had to see the entire sight. He stalked over to her slowly, circling her, viewing her from every angle. He just about choked when he saw the tiny string of her thong disappearing between her creamy cheeks. God, she was beautiful. No, beautiful was too tame a word for Sunny. She was breathtaking.
His hands itched to touch, to stroke, but he restrained himself. “Bra next.”
She complied. The filmy material seemed to float away from her body, leaving her completely bare from the waist up. “Have I told you how much I love your tits?” he asked softly.
Her arm drifted up her belly and hovered under her breasts as if she wanted to cover herself. “You may have mentioned it a time or two,” she whispered.
He took his time, making sure he memorized every inch of her spectacular body. They hadn’t spoken about commitment, and he was acutely aware that each time he made love to Sunny could potentially be the last. “I think this thong was created to give me a heart attack.”
“Well then, I guess I should get rid of it.” Hooking her fingers through the thin bands material on each hip, she slowly slid the underwear down until she could kick it off.
She stood before him proudly, her shoulders straight and her head held high. Her red hair tumbled in wild waves around her shoulders and she looked like some kind of princess of old. He pried his tongue from the roof of his mouth and reminded himself that he was supposed to be making her understand why he was the better choice over some fire-breathing lizard. And right then, she looked far too smug. It was time for him to take back control.
“Get on the bed.”
Once again, she obeyed his commands, even though her expression still reflected her knowledge that she had robbed him of all sense. Clambering up onto the mattress, Sunny sprawled on her back legs open slightly so he could see the folds of her pussy. “Like this?”
His entire body throbbed in anticipation, and he knew he would never make it through this, would never succeed with his mission, if she touched him. Thinking quickly, he slid off his belt, wrapped it around her wrists, and secured her to the headboard. “Oh, kinky,” she breathed.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He looked around the room, hoping he could find something, anything, he could use to make good on his threat. His gaze landed on the strand of pearls laying on her dresser. Her eyes widened when he slipped the necklace into his pocket but she didn’t say a word.
He yanked off his T-shirt before joining her on the bed. “Aren’t you going to take off your pants?” She asked.
“Don’t worry about me.” He skimmed a hand along her jaw and down her throat, pausing to tickle one finger against the pounding pulse point in her neck. “It’s hotter this way, don’t you think?” He certainly wasn’t going to tell her that he wouldn’t last if he stripped completely.
She shook her head and he pinched her nipple a little roughly in retaliation. She squawked, her earlier urgency obviously tamed by the time it’d taken for her to strip and be restrained. He wasn’t disappointed though. It meant he had more of an opportunity to touch her.
He leaned down and caught her lips in a kiss. Then another. Then another. By the time he surfaced to let her catch her breath, her eyes were glazed over again. He pressed kisses down her neck and along her body, stopping to pay homage to her peaked nipples. He nibbled on them, licked them, and sucked them, until she writhed beneath him. Then and only then, did he move on.
He stabbed his tongue into her belly button, pleased by the little desperate moans she started making. He licked a trail down her belly to the very top of her pussy, where he nuzzled his nose into her sparse curls. He had never understood some men’s fascination with the bald pussy. He loved Sonny’s soft curls. They simply reminded him he was sleeping with a real woman.
Slithering down the bed, Sloan made his way between Sonny’s legs and wedged them open with his shoulders. Using his fingers, he parted her folds and stared down at her. She was stunning, simply stunning. Her clit was swollen, peeping out from under the hood. With one finger he lightly flicked over the small ridge of flesh, teasing and coaxing the small bundle of nerves out from its hiding place. The little organ stood proudly for him. He fancied it begged for his touch. “Tell me, Sunny. Where is it most sensitive?”
He tore his eyes away from her sex and looked up at her when she failed to answer. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth and her eyes were squeezed shut. He smiled triumphantly. This was exactly how he wanted her. “Your answer, Sunny,” he demanded. “And look at me when you talk.”
The expression in her eyes when she finally opened them made him want to pound his chest and victory. There was no way she was thinking about the dragon prince now.
“The right side.”
The right side? Oh. She’d answered his question. Placing the very tip of his index finger on the right side of her clit he pressed down a little. “Here?”
Her answering whimper was all he needed to hear.
Her hips jerked when he wiggled his finger against that spot. “Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” He knew exactly what she wanted. He wanted to hear her say it.
She thrashed her head from side to side, her hair spilling in glorious abundance over her pillow. “I need to come. Please, make me come.”
Her honesty deserved a reward. Sloan stroked her clit one last time before pulling his hand away. “Good girl.” Closing his mouth over the small nubbin of flesh, he stiffened the tip of his tongue and used it to flick against the spot she’d indicated earlier.
She went wild, chanting his name and jerking her hips against his mouth. But he wasn’t going to let her get off that easily.
Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the strand of pearls. Making sure to keep her distracted with his mouth, he fed the pearls into her sopping pussy, one by one. When all but the very end of the necklace was in, he lifted his mouth off her and sat back. He pulled the strand up and over so each individual pearl bumped against her clitoris as he removed the necklace. “Who is making love to you?”
“You, Sloan.”
Sunny sobbed and writhed. “You, Sloan. Only you.”
A savage possessiveness flooded through him. He needed to claim her, to make her his, and to do that he needed to give her an orgasm so spectacular, she would never forget it.
He slipped one finger in her alongside pearls and pressed the beads firmly against the top of her pussy. He continued pulling at the necklace, making sure the strand was taut, so her clit was stimulated by each and every pearl. She was beyond words, and every muscle in her body was stiff. She was close, he could tell. If she didn’t come soon, she probably wouldn’t. Gathering together the small molecules of moisture in the air, he created a small jet of water and directed it to pummel against the right side of her clit.
She screamed, her body going rigid. Her pussy went hot and liquid around his finger a mere second before her inner walls began contracting on him.
Pushed past his limits, Sloan reared up and yanked his pants and underwear off in a single movement. He paused for one second to grab the condom he’d taken to carrying around in his pocket before checking his pants on the floor. He sheathed himself, pulled the rest of the pearls out of her pussy, and thrust inside her still clenching sex. He could feel her heat even through the latex and it was enough to make him see stars. He hammered into her, unable to slow down.
Sunny’s cries increased and she raised her head to bite his shoulder. The small pain merely spurred him on. “Faster,” she cried when she released his flesh from between her teeth.
Faster was something he could definitely do. He increased his pace, until he panted like a racehorse, his lungs burning with the need for oxygen. Still, he didn’t slow down until her eyes snapped open and stared at him with wonder. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she convulsed around him, milking the orgasm out of him just like that.