Dragonfire--A Dark Kings Novel

by Donna Grant

  His hands moved to her back. Slowly, his fingers spread. Then, he gradually pulled her against him.

  The first contact of their bodies made her gasp. Her heart skipped a beat when his thick arousal pressed against her stomach. He didn’t stop pulling her toward him until her breasts were crushed against him.

  His eyes were like green embers, they burned so hotly. “I waited as long as I could before kissing you. With one taste, you shattered what little control I had.”

  Those words, whispered and laced with desire so thick she could feel it, brought a euphoria she’d never experienced before.

  Their faces were breaths apart, their gazes locked together. This moment stopped time, cocooning them in fire while surrounding them in ice.

  Her arms wound around his neck as she tilted her head to the side. Roman’s head lowered, and his lips found hers. Sabina sighed as her eyes slipped shut.

  His kiss was heavenly. The taste of him utterly and unreservedly carnal. His heat stole over her, wrapping around her as firmly as his arms. As the kiss deepened, her mind emptied of everything but the Dragon King in her embrace.

  Unable to help herself, she rocked her hips against him. A low, strangled moan rose from his chest as he tore his mouth from hers.

  He lifted his head and gazed down at her with ragged breaths. “I want you.”

  “I wouldn’t have climbed in the water if I didn’t feel the same. Don’t you know that?”

  He glanced at her lips and swallowed. “Returning here has been difficult. The sheer depth of the need I feel for you troubles me because I’ve no’ felt it before.”

  “Stop,” she said and put a finger to his lips. “You like to control everything. I get that. But, sometimes, being out of control is needed.”

  “You doona want me out of control.”

  She brushed her lips against hers. “Try me.”

  The words were barely out of her mouth before he swept in and ravaged her lips. It was scorching, blistering. And absolutely swoon-worthy.

  He held her with one arm while slipping his other hand beneath her thigh and lifting her legs so he could grind his hard cock against her.

  Then he was moving them. The water slicing over her only added to the bombardment of sensations that were swirling in, around—and through—her.

  She sucked in a much-needed breath when he pulled his mouth from hers and turned her so that her back was against his chest. Sabina flattened her hands on his hips and shivered when Roman’s hot breath brushed her ear.

  “There’s no going back after this,” he whispered.

  She tilted her head back against his shoulder. “I need to feel you. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  “Och, lass,” he said against her ear, his warm breath fanning her neck.

  He pulled her up so that her nipples breached the water. Almost immediately, one of his large hands cupped her breast and massaged it. She bit her lip when his fingers hovered over a turgid peak.

  She pushed her chest out, trying to make him come in contact with her. A whimper escaped her lips when he moved so as not to touch her.

  “Trust me,” he whispered.

  Was he kidding? Trust wasn’t the issue right now. Him touching her, giving some kind of relief was all that mattered. It was all she needed.

  His lips met her neck and softly sucked. “I need you aching.”

  “I am.”

  “No’ enough, lass. No’ nearly enough.”

  His tongue traced a path along her neck in the same pattern that his finger caressed the area around her nipple. It was driving her insane. She couldn’t rub against him to ease the ache in her sex, and he wouldn’t squeeze her breasts.

  Sabina dug her fingers into his legs. “Please, Roman. Please.”

  She was so intent on the teasing of her breasts that she didn’t notice his other hand slowly moving down her body until his fingers caressed the swollen flesh of her womanhood.

  Her body jerked at the contact. Even to her ears, her breathing sounded harsh and erratic. She needed … oh, God. She didn’t know what all she wanted, but she knew the person who could give it to her—Roman.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured as he nipped at her earlobe and slowly ran his finger around her clit.

  She tried to turn to face him so she could kiss him again. At least with his lips on hers, there would be some contact. What she had now wasn’t enough. But he refused to let her budge.

  “Trust me,” he said again.

  Sabina parted her lips to reply, but a moan came out instead when he slid a finger inside her. But the pleasure was short-lived because he wouldn’t move his hand to give her the friction she so desperately needed.

  Then, with the softest of touches, he ran the pad of his thumb back and forth over her nipple.

  It was wonderful.

  It was agony.

  Each time he gave her a moment of pleasure, it was followed by the need for more, a desire that he blatantly ignored. She’d claimed that he was controlled, and this proved it. His cock pressed against her back, a constant reminder that he was aching just as much as he claimed, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he touched her.

  Yet, with every moment that passed, she’d never felt sexier. More desired. Words could never give her what she was experiencing now. Only actions.

  “I’m aching, Roman,” she said, turning her face toward him. “Can’t you feel it?”

  There was a beat of silence before he said in a tight voice, “Aye.”

  She shifted her hips and bit her lip when the action gave her the friction against his hand that she craved.

  “I should punish you for that.”

  His words excited her, something she didn’t expect. “H-how?”

  He chuckled and gave her nipple a pinch. “Denying you a climax while keeping you right on the edge for hours.”

  She broke into a sweat just thinking about it.

  “You quite like the idea,” he said, surprise lacing his voice.

  Sabina nodded. “Yes.”

  He made a sound that rumbled in his chest and vibrated through to his hand. She hissed when he pressed his palm against her clit and did it again.

  She grabbed his hand with one of hers, but he stilled. No longer was he teasing her nipple or making that amazing sound. Sabina bit back a sob and returned her hand to his leg.

  “There are so many things I want to do to you,” Roman said. “So many ways I wish to claim your body. I want to know how long I can hold you on the edge of peaking. I want to know how much you can endure before you beg me for release.”

  She was begging him now. At this rate, she wouldn’t last a minute, and he was talking hours? But she wanted to experience it—at Roman’s hands.

  He continued. “I want to hear you scream, cry, and plead for me to let you orgasm. I can feel you shaking. A combination of the need thrumming through you now and the thought of what I plan to do to you.”

  “Yes,” she breathlessly replied.

  “You’re verra tight.”

  She swallowed and opened her eyes to look at the far wall and the shadows from the light playing upon it. “I need you inside me.”

  His chest rumbled again. She jerked when it ran through his hand in contact with her clit. One more like that, and she just might come.

  Her nipples were stiff, her breasts swollen from his light caresses. And just when she didn’t think he could arouse her any more, he leaned her forward until her nipples bobbed in and out of the water.

  She had to touch more than his leg. When she felt his cock pulse at her back, she didn’t think twice about reaching behind her and wrapping her fingers around his thickness.

  “Sabina,” he groaned.

  Yes! Now, he would know how it felt to be teased so mercilessly.

  But she was up against a master, and she lacked the skills to continue her assault.

  Roman pressed the heel of his hand against her clit while sliding a second finger inside her. Then he thrus
t his fingers once, twice. She cried out, her hand pumping his arousal forgotten.

  “You really want to be punished,” he murmured against her neck.

  “I just want you. On me. Around me. In me.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  He wasn’t going to last. Roman knew it even as he continued to tease Sabina. He couldn’t seem to stop. Her delicious reactions were feeding his need—and it was breathtaking to behold.

  Her breasts were more than a handful, her nipples ultra-responsive. He was using the lightest of touches combined with the water, and she was already close to climaxing by the way her body clamped around the fingers inside her.

  He’d turned her away from him in a bid to hold off from sinking into her body. But the soft cries and moans falling from her lips were pushing him past the point of breaking.

  Though it was her reaction to his desire to deny her that nearly had him spilling his seed on her back. By the stars, she was exquisite.

  He was losing control fast. His cock twitched, desperate to be inside her, to feel the wet walls of her body sliding over him.

  “Please.”

  Her final plea did him in. He turned her to face him. She smiled, reaching for him. But he had other ideas. He set her on the side of the pool and moved between her legs that dangled in the water. Her eyes widened as he leaned close to lick her.

  “Roman,” she whispered and dropped back on her elbows.

  He watched her as he licked and sucked her swollen clit. Her hips began to move in time with his tongue. It wasn’t long before her body tensed and she climaxed.

  Roman hated that he couldn’t see her face, but he would get to see the pleasure come over her because he wasn’t finished with Sabina yet.

  When her body stopped moving, he gently pulled her back into the water with him and held her between himself and the wall. She lifted her face to him and smiled. He couldn’t help but grin, knowing that he’d given her that kind of pleasure.

  “You aren’t inside me,” she said.

  Roman raised a brow. “You’re a wee bit demanding.”

  “When it comes to you, yes.”

  He didn’t stop her when she wrapped her legs around his waist and then grasped his cock. Their gazes were locked as she brought him to her entrance.

  Never before had he been so aware of another individual. Their breaths were in sync, their bodies intertwined. Her lips parted on a sigh as he pushed inside her.

  Her arm wrapped around his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair while her other hand rested over his heart. Something passed between them. Something deep, something meaningful.

  Something strong.

  He didn’t want to think about what it was. All he wanted to do was feel. To let go as she’d asked him to do. He was fooling himself because he couldn’t completely give up his control. But he could allow more than he usually did.

  Her lips curved slightly. Then she leaned forward, their eyes still locked until their lips met. The brief kiss wasn’t enough for him.

  He stopped her with a hand on the back of her head. His fingers gripped her hair to hold her steady. “You’re no’ getting away from me.”

  “Oh, Roman. I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

  Then she rotated her hips.

  He moaned at the feel of her surrounding him. It was … amazing.

  They began to move, their bodies sliding against each other. The water and steam only added to the event, heightening their arousal.

  The rhythm increased as he drove deeper, faster inside her tight body. Her nails dug into him, her breathing ragged and harsh. Water rippled out, sloshing against them with their movements.

  It was the most carnal, sexy, beautiful thing he’d ever been a party to in all his very long years. And it was all because of Sabina.

  She whispered his name. The sound went straight through his heart, embedding in his bones, his soul, into his very psyche.

  He wanted to make love to her for hours, to savor every inch of her beautiful body. But he was already edging around his own orgasm. It wouldn’t take much to push him over, but he wanted to see her peak, to witness the pleasure pass over her face.

  Her head dropped back, exposing her neck. He leaned forward and kissed down the column until he reached the base of her throat and flicked his tongue against her skin.

  She raised her head and cried out as her body stiffened. Roman smiled as he watched the ecstasy fill her while her body clamped around his staff.

  He was so intent on watching her that he lost control for a split second. No longer could he hold back his climax. Suddenly, it was there, and he was pumping hard and fast.

  Her arms came around him as he buried himself deep and jerked from the force of the orgasm.

  They held each other silently, their breaths filling the cavern as the water gently stilled. It was sublime, a moment that could never be taken from him.

  Without a word, he pulled out of her but kept his hold on her and climbed out of the pool. He knelt and laid her on the rocks while resting on his forearm beside her.

  She stroked a hand down his face. “Wow.”

  He didn’t bother hiding his satisfied grin. “That’s nothing compared to what I have in store for you.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  He saw the slight frown. “But?” he pressed when she didn’t continue.

  “I don’t have sex. I mean, obviously I have before. But not on a regular basis.”

  “And you’re concerned about getting pregnant?”

  She nodded, a worried look contorting her face.

  He pressed his lips to hers and leaned back. “I forgot to mention that mortals are unable to carry bairns from a Dragon King. Few actually get with child, but the ones who do, doona carry the bairn to term.”

  “Dear God,” she murmured. “Then I pray I’m not one of the few who get pregnant. I can’t imagine losing a baby.”

  He grunted, not wanting to talk about that. “It probably willna happen.”

  “Probably isn’t a certainty.”

  “Then we abstain.”

  She flattened her lips, not happy with his reply. “Can’t you use magic or something?”

  He laughed. “Nay, lass. I can no’. Using magic for something like that is risky, especially for the mortal.”

  “So you just chance it?”

  Roman gave a nod. “Aye.”

  He then rolled onto his back. She immediately came up on her elbow, but it wasn’t his face that interested her. He remained still as she ran her hand over the tattoo covering his chest.

  “This is spectacular. You got this when you first shifted?”

  He nodded, watching her. Her face was full of wonder and interest. He quite enjoyed the feeling of her fingers caressing his skin.

  “Did it hurt?” she asked.

  “The first time we shifted didna feel good. We were so shocked that none of us realized we had the tattoos. Everyone assumes we got them because we shifted.”

  “You sound as if you have another theory.”

  He smiled and put a hand behind his head. “Because I do.”

  “Well?” she urged.

  “Who is to say we didna always have them? Maybe they just couldna be seen beneath our scales.”

  “But once in human form, they became visible.” She twisted her lips and raised her brows. “I can see that.”

  He shrugged. “It’s just a theory. We’ll never know.”

  Her gaze dropped back to his chest. He knew his tattoo by heart. It was a dragon in flight, wings up and tail trailing behind as the dragon breathed fire.

  “Mesmerizing,” she said. “Just like you.” Her gaze lifted to his face. “Both as a man. And a dragon.”

  He put his free hand on her back and smiled. She’d never know how much those words meant to him.

  “And the ink?” she asked. “I gather it’s exclusive to the Dragon Kings.”

  “Aye.”

  “Why black and red?”

  He s
hook his head as he shrugged. “Why did each of us get the dragons we got? Why were we born into the clans we were?”

  “Well,” she said as she tapped his tat. “I know why you got this design.”

  “Do you?” Now he had to hear her thoughts. “Why?”

  Her finger traced the outline of fire. “Because this is your land. Your dragon looks intense, controlled. Very much you. But I see the fire. Again, you.”

  He pulled her down on top of him. “I never thought about it like that.”

  “You just needed me to see it.”

  “I think I did.”

  They grew silent as their gazes held. It was Sabina who broke eye contact and rested her head on his chest. “As wonderful as this interlude has been, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m the one who took V’s sword. He’ll never forgive me.”

  “I think Camlo knew somehow. He kept telling me to take you out of there.”

  Her breath fanned his chest as she sighed. “I can only hope that V was aware enough to hear the conversation I had with my ancestors. He has to know that I had no malice toward him. I was doing it to keep the sword away from the Others.” She turned her face against him. “If I can believe what my ancestor told me that is.”

  Roman rolled her onto her back and waited until she looked at him. “You had moments to make a decision. You took what your gran told you, what you learned about the Dragon Kings, and what we’ve discovered since we’ve been in Iceland. I would’ve done the same thing.”

  “What if the Others aren’t the Druids and Fae?”

  “I doona know. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, and I suspect we’ll learn verra soon just who was behind everything. My bet is still on the Druids and Fae. Your ancestors would probably have begun to know Druids, but they wouldna be aware of the Fae.”

  Sabina issued a half-hearted shrug. “I suppose.”

  He jumped to his feet and pulled her up with him. “Get dressed before I have my way with you again.”

  She laughed, but it was gone quickly as her thoughts turned back to their discussion.

  He grabbed his clothes and yanked them over his damp skin. “What do we know for certain? Someone wanted V’s sword.”