by Jodi Redford
“Can you feel me, love?”
She tried to ignore how his husky endearment stoked the flames of her desire to a fever pitch. “Mmm.” She flung her head back, her hands clutching Aiden’s as he cupped her breasts. Everything else faded into the background. She knew Jace was watching them. She’d caught a brief glimpse of his heavy-lidded stare through the smokescreen, but nothing registered beyond her connection with Aiden.
She’d had sex before. Some of it even halfway decent. This was so much more than sex. Even while part of her balked at the admission, she knew this union with Aiden far surpassed the physical.
One of Aiden’s hands slipped from beneath hers and meandered down her belly and between her legs. He circled her clit, the pad of his finger igniting the bundle of nerves. The orgasm started at her toes and thundered north, crashing through every cell in her body with the force of a tsunami. Her throat raw from screaming his name over and over, she bowed away from Aiden’s chest. His hand splayed across her mound, anchoring her where they were joined. The heel of his palm riding over her throbbing clit with each upward thrust of his hips, he pounded toward his own release. She squeezed her vaginal muscles tight and his guttural, animalistic groan sent her hurtling straight into the oncoming tide of another blistering orgasm. At least the heated pulsing of Aiden’s cock deep inside her let her know she wasn’t alone in her blissful journey this time.
Once the last of the delicious quakes waned to aftershocks, she slumped against his sweat-dampened chest, her lungs burning like she’d just ran a damn marathon. Aiden’s ragged breaths sawed across her cheek before his lips brushed her ear in a reverent kiss. The emotions swirling inside her were so overwhelming she had to blink back tears. Never in a million years did she think lovemaking could be this elemental.
This earth shattering.
Amazing as her nighttime encounters with her dream dragon were, they paled in comparison to the real thing. Even while she reveled in the realization, it scared the living hell out of her. She could easily say goodbye to a dream in the morning, but would her heart survive never seeing Aiden again if she refused to bind herself to him and Jace when the weekend came?
Chapter Fifteen
Shaken to the core by the incredible experience he’d just shared with Dana, Aiden coasted his hands along her torso. He nuzzled her neck, the silky strands of her hair tickling his nose.
“I…um…need to use the bathroom.” Scrambling off his lap, Dana jumped into her jeans and streaked across the lawn toward the front of the house.
He stared after her helplessly, a bad feeling brewing in his gut. He’d been too rough with her. Or maybe bringing his dragon into their lovemaking had scared her.
Well shit, of course it’d scared her. Who wouldn’t be freaked out by strange dragon smoke funneling over them? Growling, he peeled off the condom and searched for somewhere to dispose of it. The trash barrel near the garage seemed the most logical choice. Sprinting to the bin, he tossed the condom inside. He returned to the sleeping bag and reached for his cotton briefs.
“Dude, what the hell? You’ve never let your beast come out and play during sex.”
He couldn’t bring himself to meet the baffled astonishment surely lurking in Jace’s eyes. “And you would know this how? Far as I recall, you’ve never watched me have sex before.” His muscles tense, he wrestled into his clothes.
“Doesn’t matter. I know you. Kinky dragon sex is my thing, not yours.”
“It’s not about being kinky, it’s about—” He snapped his mouth shut before incriminating himself with the L word. Stuffing his feet into his boots, he snatched Dana’s bra and panties and jogged toward the house. He had no idea how much damage control he was going to be faced with. Hopefully he hadn’t completely screwed everything to hell. Twisting the front doorknob, he stepped inside the living room. “Dana?”
No answer came and the sick dread churning in his stomach intensified. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way down the hall. Her bedroom door was ajar, saving him from the tough decision of whether or not to invade her privacy. She was parked on the edge of the mattress, her face buried in her hands.
Oh fuck. This is bad. A thick ball of regret squeezing off his air supply, he crossed to the bed. His fingers shaking so much it looked like he was suffering an epileptic seizure, he stroked the top of her head. Dana’s hands plunked to her lap and she blinked up at him.
Settling her undergarments next to her on the bed, he cupped her cheek. He peered into her red-rimmed eyes, trying to determine if the emotion he saw flickering in their depths might be fear. A knife twisted in his heart. “I’m sorry. I should have kept the dragon caged.”
“Why?”
It was his turn to blink. “Because I had no right to spring it on you. It was too much, too soon.”
Dana dropped her scrutiny to her lap. She twisted the charm bracelet encircling her right wrist, fidgeting aimlessly with the links. “It isn’t the first time your dragon and I…have made love.”
He jerked as if he’d been zapped with a taser. “What?” She had to be either yanking his chain or mighty confused, because there was no way in hell he could have experienced anything remotely resembling what they’d shared outside and not remembered it.
She took her time meeting his stare. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’ve dreamt about you almost every night for most of my life.”
Stunned by her words, he sat on the edge of the bed.
“When I was younger the dreams were fun. Fanciful. The older I got, the more sexual the dreams became.”
Some of the fog began to lift from his brain. “The painting in your booth. It’s from one of your dreams?”
A bright pink blush stained her cheeks, providing more than enough answer. He reached for her nearest hand and twined their fingers together. “Did the dreams frighten you?”
“Strangely enough, no. Even the times I ran from you, it wasn’t so much fear propelling me as…”
He waited patiently for her to fill in the missing blank but she only swallowed hard and gazed at their laced fingers. “As what?” he prodded gently.
She lifted their joined hands. “As this. Submitting. Belonging to you. Knowing that even while I despise the idea I hunger for it with every ounce of my soul.”
Her admission swept through him, making the beast within growl in agreement, even while the man disguising the dragon ached at the emotional turmoil reflected in her expression.
“I don’t understand any of this,” she whispered. “Shit, I don’t understand me.”
Hugging her to his chest, he stroked her naked back soothingly. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been a mystery to myself lately too.”
What sounded suspiciously like a sniffle came from Dana before she raised her head and eyed him. “Really? How so?”
He cleared his throat. “For starters, I’ve never allowed the dragon out when I’ve made love before.”
“Never? Not even when you had sex with another dragon?”
His thoughts returned to Jace’s recriminating statement and he sighed in acknowledgement. “Kinky dragon sex isn’t exactly my thing.”
“But you did it with me.” Her forehead wrinkled with her frown. “Do I bring the kinky dragon out of you or something?”
Baby, you have no idea. He traced the soft swell of her lower lip with the tip of his finger. “You’re extremely special.”
“If you keep telling me that, I’m going to get a swelled head.”
He chuckled before rubbing their noses together.
Dana sucked in a breath and released it on a shaky exhale. “I thought only Eskimos kissed like this.”
“They stole the idea from us. When we’re in form, our snouts are very sensitive.”
She pulled back and stared at him in rapt fascination. “Intriguing. They don’t tell you this sort of stuff on the Discovery Channel. What else should I know about your dragon side?”
“Only that he likes you. A lo
t.” He leaned forward, intending to give her a proper kiss, but Dana turned her head, making his mouth skate across her cheek instead.
“I, uh, should probably throw a top on.” Bouncing off the mattress, she hurtled to the white wicker dresser situated across from the bed.
Unease crawled along his spine again while he watched her dig through the middle drawer. “Dana, you do realize I would never…attack you or anything. Right?”
She wiggled into a blue embroidered peasant top before swiveling in his direction. “Uh-huh.”
To say her answer wasn’t exactly confidence inspiring would be an understatement. He stood and approached her cautiously. “Neither I nor the dragon inside me would do anything to hurt you. Ever.”
Dana stared for a long moment at the carpet beneath her bare feet before raising her head. Profound sadness softened her features. “You’re here to take me away from my home. Away from everything and everyone I love. To be your slave. A possession passed between you and Jace and…whomever else. You think that won’t hurt me?”
His stomach cramped like she’d sucker punched him. “Dana, I don’t want to share you with Jace, much less anyone—”
Her hand shot up, cutting off the remainder of his protestation. “Please don’t try to pretty things up by sugarcoating the reality. I read through the rest of the contract. Quite thoroughly. It made it more than clear exactly what I should expect.”
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
She turned her back on him again, but not before he noticed the glisten of tears in her eyes. “I’m talking about when you get married.”
If she’d brained him with a two-by-four, he would have been more clearheaded than the shape her announcement left him in. “Do you know something I don’t?”
Knuckling her nose, she turned and speared him with a waspish look. “Did you even read the contract?”
“Yes, I did. But I sure as hell don’t recall the part where I spill any plans about getting married. Not that I have any.”
“You mean to tell me you’re going to be a bachelor dragon for the rest of your life? That doesn’t make any sense. What if you meet someone and fall in love?”
“I already have.” He returned her stare, his heart hammering hard enough to beat a hasty retreat from his chest.
“You…love me.”
“With everything I am.”
A single tear escaped her lashes and rolled down her cheek. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Dana’s question knocked him squarely in the solar plexus, leaving him reeling. He hadn’t expected any heartfelt declaration of love from her in return, but he also hadn’t been prepared for her to be so damn unhappy about his admission.
She scrubbed at the wetness streaking her face, her eyes luminous and accusing. “Do you have any idea how unfair it is throwing that announcement at me?”
He flinched at her angry vehemence. “I thought it’d make you feel better about the situation—give you reassurance that my heart belongs to you.” Resisting the urge to drop to his knees and plead for her to love him, he took a tentative step forward. “Our relationship doesn’t have to be about master and slave. I never wanted that in the first place.”
Sadness remained etched into her features. “What other kind of relationship can we have, Aiden? The contract forbids you marrying me. Would you endure banishment and scorn from your people by snubbing the rules?”
Shit, she hadn’t been joking when she said she read through the contract thoroughly. “I—”
“My question was only rhetorical. I wouldn’t want you to do that anyway.”
He gaped at her, unsure how to navigate the massive minefield lying between them. How pathetic was it that he knew how to command and lead an entire crew of forestry rangers and the widespread Drakoni clan, but he didn’t have a single clue when it came to negotiating the heart of the woman he loved. “What do you want, Dana?”
Her attention shifted to a silver-framed photo resting in the middle of the dresser. Despite the pigtails and missing front tooth, the young girl in the picture was clearly Dana. A lanky gentleman with sandy blond hair and a neatly trimmed beard stood beside her, beaming proudly for the camera. Her father? Before he could ask Dana, she walked away from the dresser and crossed to the window. Outside, Jace was still stretched on the sleeping bag, unabashed in his nakedness and snoring loud enough they could hear him through the thick glass pane.
“I’ve been involved in a lot of bad relationships,” Dana said softly, reaching for the blind’s cord. “It’s a well-known fact I’ve perfected the art of dysfunction. But apparently I’ve managed to top even myself this time. Two dragons intent on binding me to them forever. You can’t get much more dysfunctional than that.” Cranking the cord with a hard snap, she sealed Jace off from view. She turned suddenly, her expression flat and resigned. “Normalcy. It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted. And it’s the one thing I’m never going to have.”
Chapter Sixteen
When Thursday morning rolled around Dana was more than ready to reopen Fancies. Three days away from the gallery had her going stir crazy and worrying about the dwindling state of her bank account. On the bright side, dreading over her finances saved her from stressing about the upcoming weekend. She still didn’t know what the hell her decision would be on the contract, and her increasingly out-of-control emotional attachment to Aiden only complicated matters.
Ignoring the headache pounding in her temples, she inserted the key in the lock and swung open the front door. The expensive new alarm system that’d mysteriously appeared late yesterday afternoon chirped a series of warning beeps, and she quickly punched the security code into the keypad. She started to walk into the main room of the gallery, but Aiden stalled her by snagging her elbow.
“Jace and I will do a sweep first.”
She frowned. “Why? If someone was here, the alarm would have gone off.”
“Just humor us.”
Rolling her eyes, she leaned against the wall and waited while her paranoid saviors checked each room. She passed the time inspecting the fresh paint job, pleased how the creamy eggshell finish completely masked the ugly graffiti. Precisely three minutes later Jace called out an all clear. Aiden strode from her office and she shot him an exasperated look. “What, you didn’t find a fourteen-foot dragon crouched beneath my desk?”
His response was a penetrating stare that left her wishing she’d never opened her big, sarcastic mouth. Ever since their conversation in her bedroom, the tension between them had been palpable. Though Aiden hadn’t issued any more declarations of love or brought up the forthcoming situation with the binding ceremony, she’d continuously felt his awareness of her and the heaviness of his thoughts. She’d caught the flash of pain in his eyes when she’d spoken of wanting a normal life. He knew as well as she did that normalcy wasn’t something he could offer. “I’ll, uh, start bringing in the new paintings.” Pivoting on her heel, she booked a speedy exit outside.
Tony pulled up in his station wagon while she propped open the Navigator’s rear door. He hopped out of his car and she gave him a surprised look. “You didn’t have to come in today.”
“Are you kidding? I’ve been bored to death the past few days.” Smoothing a finger beneath the collar of his argyle vest like it was scratching him, he strolled forward.
Her gaze shifted from the perfect crease in Tony’s chinos to the rust bucket behind him. She fought to stifle a grin. The huge discrepancy between his impeccable appearance and his choice of vehicles never ceased to baffle her. Of course, she should talk. Next to POC, the station wagon was a luxurious example of modern engineering.
Tony poked his head inside the Navigator and whistled. “Looks like someone’s been busy. Obviously your gorgeous hunks didn’t do a good enough job distracting you from the siren’s call.”
“Um, I think you mean muse. A siren is one of those chicks that lure sailors to shipwreck on a rocky coast.”
“Oh yeah.�
�� Nodding, Tony balanced a crate of paintings on his hip. “I always get the two confused.”
Chuckling, she grabbed the remaining crate and slammed the door shut. “Maybe you should rethink being an aspiring art student. I’d hate to see you flunk final exams for getting the technical term for muse wrong.”
A squeal of tires and a blaring horn drew her focus to the busy street behind them. She spied a familiar burgundy Lincoln Town Car and groaned.
Shaking a fist at the irate honker riding her bumper, Emmaline executed a very illegal U-turn and swerved into Fancies’ parking lot. Sucking in a calming breath, Dana waited for her aunt to climb out of her car.
“Did you hear that idiot honking at me?” Emmaline stormed around the Town Car, her tightly permed curls bouncing with righteous indignation.
“Could have something to do with the fact that you almost caused a ten-car pileup.”
Paying no attention to Dana’s astute observation, Emmaline waved toward the gallery. “They get everything fixed in there?”
“Yep. As you can see, we’re in the middle of getting things organized. Why don’t you come back—”
“I’m here now, why would I want to come back? It’ll give me a chance to check up on things.”
Oh Lord. She didn’t need to read between the lines to know what things Emmaline was referring to. Her suspicions became confirmed when she followed her aunt inside the gallery. Emmaline didn’t even glance at the walls, instead she bee-lined directly toward Aiden and Jace. The brothers broke off in mid conversation, identical expressions of wary expectation stamped on their handsome faces. Dana almost felt sorry for them. Still, they were deflecting some of the heat off of her, and that certainly had its benefits.
Plunking the crate down, she surveyed the walls. At least the painters had reinstalled the picture hangers. Lining all those babies up had taken her endless measuring and repeated finger smashing courtesy of the hammer. Talk about a major headache if she’d been forced to do it all over again. Tony approached with the other crate and she did a quick inventory, mentally arranging the paintings for highest visual impact. She reached for the closest canvas just as Emmaline skipped to her side.