Midlife Magic Dragon (Midlife Shifters Book 7)

by J. L. Wilder

  Maddie realized she’d stepped over the line, that she’d gone too far.

  But instead of Scorn being pissed at her, he only grinned. Like before, it was as if he were more amused than anything else.

  “I think you want something,” he said. “Something you’re trying really hard to act like you don’t want.”

  “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

  He answered her question not with words, but by putting his hand on the back of her head. Then he gazed at her with those brilliant, golden eyes.

  She was frozen—not in fear, but in total arousal.

  Then he kissed her.

  CHAPTER 4

  SCORN

  Bad idea. Bad fucking idea.

  But damn, it was one he couldn’t resist.

  He’d wanted to kiss Maddie from the moment he’d spotted her in the woods. And when she’d come into his home, all piss and vinegar, he’d had a feeling she’d felt the same way.

  His lips lingered on hers, Maddie’s sweet taste intoxicating him like nothing else. He opened his mouth slightly, enough for his tongue to move past his lips and to hers. She responded with her body, her tongue teasing the tip of his.

  Scorn’s cock was so damn hard, he could hardly stand it. And the mere thought of spreading Maddie’s legs and shoving it into her undoubtedly perfect pussy was enough to make him wild.

  But in the middle of the kiss, he noticed something strange.

  More specifically, he noticed the lack of something.

  His rage. It was gone.

  Scorn would’ve guessed that the nearness of Maddie, her body being pressed against his, would be enough to set his rage off, to make him lose total control. But it didn’t. If anything, the closer he grew to Maddie, the more...balanced he felt.

  He focused on what was happening, on the kiss. Scorn wanted more, and the way she ground her body against his, he could sense she felt the same way.

  “This is...insane,” she said as he took his lips from hers, Scorn kissing along her neck. “You’re...you’re a damn hobo in the woods. What am I doing?”

  He opened his eyes enough to see that she was smiling, that the whole situation seemed crazy in an amusing way.

  She doesn’t know the half of it. She doesn’t know that I am...was...a fucking king. And she doesn’t need to know.

  “You’re doing what you want. And I’m doing the same thing.”

  He raised his head, bringing his lips to hers one more time. But instead of their lips touching, Maddie raised her index finger and placed it over top of his mouth.

  She changing her mind?

  “Here’s the deal,” she said.

  “Let’s hear it.”

  “I’ve got...some history—with men.”

  “Sure.”

  “And that history was far from the best. Bad history—the kind that makes you want to swear off men for good. That’s what I’d done, as a matter of fact.”

  “You’re really good at dirty talk; you know that?”

  She laughed, placing her hands against Scorn’s chest.

  “Seriously. I’d be totally fine with never being with a man ever again.”

  “But here you are.”

  “Here I am. But if this is going to happen, then I want to make it damn clear that it’s a one-off thing. We do this, I leave, and that’s the end of it.”

  “Damn,” said Scorn. “And here I was planning on proposing to you.”

  “Always with the smart-ass comments,” she said with a slight smirk. “But I want to make sure we’re both on the level here. This is sex, and nothing but. Got it?”

  Scorn wanted to agree, but deep down, he knew that there was something more happening here other than two people about to scratch an itch.

  But he wasn’t about to argue. The hottest damn woman he’d ever seen in his life was right there, telling him she wanted to fuck.

  “Got it.”

  “Good. Then let’s do this.”

  She followed up her words by reaching forward and taking hold of his cock through his jeans.

  “Someone’s eager,” she said.

  Scorn did the same, moving his hand slowly up along her thigh, coming to a rest between her legs. He could feel the heat of her, that warm wetness, through the thin fabric of her pajama pants.

  “Then I’m in good company.”

  He rubbed her slowly, Maddie closing her eyes, her mouth opening slightly as he rubbed her pussy. He kissed her more as he touched her, starting at the top of her chest and working his way back up to her lips.

  Soon Maddie began grinding her hips into his hand, guiding him to keep his fingers there, to not stop what he was doing. He brought his lips to hers, and they kissed deeply, their tongues intertwining as she continued moaning.

  Scorn moved his hand up to the waistband, slipping his fingers underneath both it and her panties. As he traveled over the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her cunt, he realized right away that she was as wet as he’d guessed.

  Maddie hurriedly opened up his jeans button and zipper, reaching underneath his boxer-briefs and taking hold of his cock at the precise moment he slipped a pair of fingers into her.

  “Oh...oh fuck.” The moans poured out of her mouth as he fingered her. Scorn grunted hard as she stroked his cock up and down, teasing him with her fingertips.

  Her touch was intense—more intense than he would’ve expected. It had been so long since he had been touched like this. With each moment that passed together, Scorn grew more and more certain that there was something between them, something powerful.

  But he pushed that out of his mind as quickly as he could, watching as Maddie pulled his long, thick cock from his underwear, his prick solid and throbbing and dripping just for her. She stroked him as he fingered her, the intensity of the moans making it clear she was drawing closer and closer to orgasm.

  His fingers curled inside of her, Scorn watched as she threw her head back in total delight, letting out a scream as he made her come. She gripped his cock hard, stroking him so good that he worried he might bust right then at the sight of this sexy-as-fuck woman in the middle of a powerful orgasm.

  But he wanted more, and he was going to get it.

  When Maddie finished, Scorn placed one hand on the small of her back, holding Maddie in place as he took off her shirt. Her breasts were just as gorgeous as they’d been before, and he was ready to see them in their full glory.

  They kissed as he reached back and unhooked the clasp, her full, round, pink-tipped breasts falling out as she shimmied out of her sleeping pants and panties. Scorn pulled his mouth away from her for long enough to take in the sight of her naked before him, the pure perfection of her bare body.

  He needed to be inside of her, and he needed it in a way that he couldn’t resist.

  Scorn grabbed Maddie’s hips, pulling her down onto the couch in a laying position. Her breasts bounced as she settled, her hazel eyes flashing in surprise as he took control. Once she was down, he grabbed both of her legs by the ankles and spread her open, her pussy pink and wet and inviting.

  “Come on,” she moaned, squirming her hips.

  “You want this cock?” he growled, dragging the head of his prick against her opening, Maddie closing her eyes and savoring the feeling.

  “So...so fucking badly.”

  “Then ask for it. Ask nicely.”

  Her mouth formed into a sly smile, and he could sense she hadn’t been talked to like this by a man in a long, long while—if ever.

  “Please,” she said. “Give it to me.”

  It was all Scorn could stand. Still spreading her open, Scorn took his cock into his hand, teasing her clit a bit more before placing his head at her opening and pushing into her.

  The sensation of her velvet walls gripping his cock was like nothing he’d ever known. He slid all of his inches into her, Maddie moaning and writhing as he filled her as perfectly as a key into a lock.

  When he was buried to the root, he held fast, still coming t
o grips with just how good she felt.

  Then he pulled back and shoved into her. Maddie’s body shifted, her breasts shaking from the impact.

  He did it again, then again, Maddie sighing with pleasure with each full penetration.

  And as he fucked her, Scorn noticed how different sex with her was, how it felt like something more intense than just a physical connection with another person. It felt like a bond was being formed, one that wouldn’t be easily broken.

  “I want to watch you come again,” growled Scorn, still thrusting into her with wild abandon. “Do it. Now.”

  Maddie opened her eyes, nodding at his words.

  “You...you’re a real prick, you know that?” Her words were broken up by the thrusts, Scorn grabbing her leg and holding it against his powerful chest.

  He picked up the pace, driving into her with deep, full strokes, his thick cock vanishing inside again and again. Maddie let out a soft shriek, and then she came again. He felt her cunt grow even wetter, her face wincing in pure ecstasy as she came.

  Scorn couldn’t take it any longer. He reached the point of no return, her tight, wet cunt bringing him to the brink of pleasure and pushing him over. His cock throbbed hard as he came, his seed draining deep inside as the orgasm ripped through his body.

  They came together, reaching their peak at the same moment. She arched his back below him, Scorn’s muscles going taut as the last pulses of orgasm worked through his body.

  Then, when they finished, he fell to her side. The couch was wide, enough space for them both. Scorn wrapped his big, thick arm around Maddie and held her close.

  They said nothing, both recovering their breath as the fire crackled before them, the rain still falling outside.

  “This place,” she said finally. “It’s a fucking mess.”

  He laughed. “There’s the door if it’s not good enough for a princess.”

  “Makes me wonder what kind of man would live like this.”

  “The kind you’re not going to see after tomorrow.”

  He’d intended it as a joke, but the truth of the statement stuck with him, made him pause.

  Scorn realized he didn’t want to never see her again. His face fell, and Maddie didn’t say another word.

  She rested her head on his chest and soon was asleep. The day caught up with him. And soon, Scorn was out like a light.

  HIS DREAMS THAT NIGHT were strange. Scorn was in his home, the cabin he’d lived in since leaving the Blackshrouds. A storm raged outside, and he was seated on his couch with his bottle of whiskey, as usual.

  During the dream, he sipped and watched the rain, lighting illuminating the living room. But to his shock, the walls of the house grew smaller and smaller. He tried to ignore it, figuring it was his imagination.

  The more he drank, the more he realized the house was closing in on him, that it’d crush him unless he did something. He threw down the bottle of whiskey and ran outside into the rain. The cabin vanished into nothing, and he was alone in the storm.

  At least, he thought he was alone. Maddie, as gorgeous as ever, stepped out of the trees, a smile on her face.

  He woke up the next morning, two realizations hitting him. The first was that, for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t hung over. He’d fallen asleep with Maddie before he could reach his whiskey-induced oblivion.

  The second was that he felt more...balanced than he had in years. The rage, usually there to greet him in the morning, was surprisingly absent.

  And speaking of surprisingly absent, Maddie was gone too.

  Scorn rose, the embers in the fireplace glowing a soft orange. He sat up, grabbing his jeans and shirt and pulling them on as he got up to find her.

  “Maddie?”

  Nothing. His voice echoed through the house. He pulled on his socks and boots and made his way into the kitchen, then the dining room.

  Nothing still.

  He went up to the second floor, thinking she might’ve wanted to take a quick shower.

  Nothing there either.

  Then he sniffed the air, trying to find that familiar scent of lilacs and sex.

  Nothing.

  Fucking hell—don’t tell me she’s gone.

  He hurried through the house, calling her name and trying to find her. But no response came to any of his cries.

  She’s gone.

  “Fucking hell!” he shouted. “You stubborn, stubborn woman!”

  He grabbed his coat and hurried out of the house. No doubt in his mind that she’d decided for one reason or another that she wanted to leave on her own terms.

  But Scorn didn’t give a damn why she’d left. He only knew that it was dangerous as hell for even a powerful dragon like him to be in these woods, let alone a human woman.

  The morning was bright and sunny, the grass glistening with last night’s rainfall. Scorn closed his eyes and sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of her.

  He did.

  Lilacs and sex, he thought. Damn, she smells good.

  Scorn opened his eyes, taking off in a full-blast run, tearing across his cabin’s clearing and into the forest. As an alpha, he was an expert tracker. And there was something about Maddie that made her scent even more pronounced.

  He followed it, running through the woods and soon catching sight of her boot prints in the soft mud.

  Maddie, what the fuck were you thinking? I’m sure you think you can do anything, but you really think you can make it back to human country all on your own?

  The nearest town to Scorn was a good thirty-minute drive away. No doubt in Scorn’s mind that Maddie thought she’d be able to wander to the nearest highway and hitchhike back home.

  But as Scorn ran, he caught the scent of something else on the wind, something that most definitely was not Maddie.

  “Wolf shifters,” said Scorn, his eyes narrowing. “Feral.”

  He knew he had to run hard and fast to find her as quickly as he could. If Maddie had enticed him, Scorn realized there was no telling how much of a temptation she’d be to the feral wolves that stalked the woods.

  Maddie’s scent grew stronger and stronger, along with the scent of the wolves.

  Then a scream cut through the air.

  It was her.

  Scorn ran hard, his muscles screaming as he reached his top speed.

  And then he found her.

  “Get...get the fuck away from me!”

  Three men, all grungy and dirty and clearly ferals, formed around Maddie, a circle that grew smaller and smaller with every step they took.

  “Come on, gorgeous,” said one of them. “Spend a little time with us.”

  “Fuck you,” said Maddie, her tone fearless. “And stay the fuck away from me.”

  “Or else what?” asked another. “Three of us, one of you. Seems pretty clear-cut.”

  Scorn stepped out from among the trees.

  “Or else I break all of your fucking necks,” he said.

  The sight of Maddie in danger was enough to stir the rage, bringing it back

  All four of them turned and faced scorn, Maddie’s eyes flashing with surprise, the men’s flashing with fear.

  “Scorn!” shouted one of them. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “I live here, remember?” he asked. “Now, step away from her.”

  “Fuck you,” said another. “She’s ours—we’re claiming her.”

  “Yeah,” said the third. “None of your business.”

  “That your final answer?” asked Scorn. “You’ve got one shot to make the smart call.”

  Just fucking kill them, spoke his rage. They’re nothing compared to you.

  One chance, thought Scorn. And that’s all they get.

  “Fuck off,” said one of them. “She’s ours.”

  Easy enough, said the rage.

  Without another word, the ferals closed their eyes and shifted, each taking the form of a mangy, snarling wolf.

  Fucking stupid assholes, thought Scorn. It’d take a wh
ole pack of them to bring down an alpha dragon. What the fuck are they trying to prove?

  But when one of them lunged toward Maddie, whatever sympathy he had for the wolves vanished.

  The rage returned.

  And it took over.

  His eyes glowing a brilliant gold, Scorn rushed toward the wolf approaching Maddie, a scream sounding from her mouth. He grabbed the wolf’s jaws mid-bite and pulled them back, enough for the bone to break.

  The wolf was dead before he even knew what had happened.

  Pain shot out from Scorn’s arm, and he turned to see that one of the ferals had managed to get in a quick bite.

  Scorn turned, watching as the wolf prepared for another strike. And to his surprise, it moved faster than he anticipated. The beast rushed toward him, its eyes glowing red.

  Fuck—must be the alpha of this shitty little group.

  The wolf leaped into the air, moving at a speed that Scorn hadn’t been ready for.

  “Stop!” Maddie’s voice cut through the air.

  And to Scorn’s surprise, the wolf stopped, hovering in mid-air.

  What...what the fuck?

  He watched as the wolf looked around with frantic eyes, aware of the position he was in.

  How the fuck is this possible? What...what did Maddie do?

  But he wasn’t about to let this chance go.

  Scorn stepped over and grabbed the wolf and threw it hard against the nearest tree, the wolf hitting with a thud, its body going limp before it fell to the ground.

  One wolf remained. The feral growled and snapped, its eyes a deep red.

  Then it lunged.

  Acting on pure instinct, with one smooth motion, Scorn grabbed the wolf mid-air and twisted its neck, the wolf dead as Scorn dropped it to the ground.

  The rage boiled inside of him, white-hot and unrelenting.

  “We’re going,” said Scorn. “Now.”

  Maddie nodded, her eyes wide, clearly in shock from what had happened. Scorn scooped her off her feet and ran, carrying her back to the cabin.

  When they arrived and Scorn came to a stop, Maddie squirmed out of his grasp and rushed into the house.

  “Maddie!” called out Scorn, following her inside. He watched her disappear up the stairs, going to the second floor. He followed her scent, reaching the master bedroom.