The Gentle Dragon and The Wild Vampire (BWWM): Part 1 (The Keepers Series)

by T. C. Clark

  His dark red hair was the deepest red she’d ever seen on anyone, he would be a hit on Instagram, she thought almost hysterically. He smelled of life. She didn’t need to think about it anymore, she stood up uncaring of protocols.

  It didn’t matter that she’d only just met him. It didn’t matter that she should be focused on the mission. She wanted him and she never allowed herself to have anything she wanted. She always put others before herself. But just this once she was going to let that go. She walked over to him and was delighted when he stepped back, glad that he was wary of the chemistry building between them.

  She ran her hands up his chest her body growing soft as she felt the muscles underneath. Everything about him spoke of his strength. He was so big over a foot taller than herself and built along the lines of a Spartan. She preferred smaller men with runner’s bodies or at least she used to.

  He didn’t hesitate easily picking her up, his hands gentle but firm on her hips. He saw the change happen in her face. He watched as wariness was replaced by curiosity and then finally acceptance.

  He could not allow for anything to break this moment. He pulled her tightly against him allowing her to feel the heaviness of his arousal. He needed her to understand what was coming. He would never willingly hurt his mate but he knew that once they started he wouldn’t be able to stop.

  He kissed her deeply keeping his arm tight needing to feel her body against his. It was a kiss of possession pure and simple as much as he felt for her he couldn’t hide his need. He felt the dragon clawing at his mind demanding that he take her now and cement his claim.

  He had flashing images of them together. They centered on him forcing himself into her tight body and her writhing in helpless pleasure. His hands became rough as the dragon sought for control. He tried to slow down to control the beast just below the surface but it was impossible.

  Dragon males naturally became celibate after a century or so in preparation for finding their mate. The need to mate was tamped down by the dragon, they still could have sex but the pleasure was pleasant at best. His dragon demanded the body of his mate and he found it disturbing to touch another, so he’d waited in solitude.

  A lot of younger dragons still sought out women and disregarded the feelings of the dragon inside. The race was lucky for that because it meant more children. But the older dragons like him spent centuries waiting and hoping that one day they would find their own.

  Here his mate was cradled in his arms. A feeling he’d never encountered before settled in his chest. His face softened the pleasure so intense that it nearly brought him to his knees. A bed, they needed a bed. He turned carried her to his room, his eyes never leaving her face.

  “Why do you always look at me like that?” She asked wonderingly. She punctuated her words with small fleeting kisses on his face.

  Alex was a massive man but he readily let her feel the power she had over him. He leaned forward kissing her aggressively driving her body back over his arm. He took her mouth again and again refusing to give her time to think. He let his hand drift down her body and squeeze her ass. She writhed against him and yet he held her still with his massive strength. He needed to go gently, but his mate seemed to have other plans.

  “I will look at you like this for the rest of our lives…you have no idea what you do to me,” he said quietly.

  As soon as they hit the bed their passion ignited. He rolled her over using his body to move hers. Nails scored his skin as she moved with him until he was on his back.

  She didn’t waste time slipping her shirt off…he sat up running his hands through her hair ruining the loosely tied braid. As he pulled it through her long curly black hair fell in glorious abandon down her back.

  His eyes made her feel beautiful. He leaned forward inhaling her scent again rubbing his face along her neck his desire mounting with every breath he took. His hands were shaking as they traveled the length of her spine. She moved with his hands as if she relished his touch as well.

  When her hands circled around his neck he didn’t hesitate, kissing her deeply. Their teeth clashing, their tongues mating. She heard her bra tear his large hands ripping it off easily. His hands moved quickly sliding up and cupping her breasts squeezing and pulling. She moaned again tilting her head back baring her neck.

  Alex was trying to maintain some type of control but it was getting difficult. He knew she was submitting to him giving him what he needed. As a result, his dragon grew greedy wanting more, demanding it.

  He knew that she didn’t understand what this was…how it was not just sex and he didn’t know how to explain it otherwise. Even if the human inside of him wanted to let her go his dragon would never willingly release her.

  He tried to speak to warn her but her lips blocked him, her breasts distracted him begging for his mouth calling to him. He devoured each one sucking and squeezing drawing harsh moans from the back of her throat.

  She was becoming desperate for him grinding herself into his knee trying to ease the building tension. For a second she tasted fear not understanding why she wanted him so bad. She’d had good sex before but she’d never been like this.

  “What’s happening to me?” she asked pulling his body over hers opening her legs wider to fit him.

  “This is how it is meant to be between us, how it will always be. When dragons mate we exude a scent readying our women for us. The stronger our desire the more potent the scent and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” he said running his tongue down the column of her neck feasting on her breasts again.

  “But I feel like my body is on fire,” she shrieked her eyes rolling back as his hand slipped into her panties. She bit him on the shoulder hard making him shudder.

  “We have to slow down,” he whispered as he felt the heat building just beneath the surface. But she was as lost as he was fumbling with her pants trying to slide them down.

  When he sat back he caught her needy scent and it triggered something inside of him forcing a reaction he pushed her back his body crowding hers pushing her aggressively back into the pillows.

  She went easily letting him set the pace she could sense the need to dominate in him. She watched as he peeled off his own pants with his lips never leaving hers. His erection sprang free hot and heavy across her stomach. When he felt her nails bite into his skin once again demanding him to move. She closed her eyes as intense pleasure coursed through her.

  He moved quickly positioning himself at her wet entrance.

  “Look at me,” he said his voice harsh from the control he was trying to maintain.

  She did tilting her head back to look into his eyes, her almond-colored skin flushed, all over her body was little marks he’d left with his mouth and teeth. He needed to mark her in every way.

  When he stopped moving and went still her eyes opened slowly. She looked as dazed as he felt and that pleased him.

  “You are my Draco Corde, and I give to you all that I am and I ask that you allow me to have you in return…do you accept?” He whispered his body shaking with restraint.

  He’d waited too long for this moment…too long for this woman to break tradition.

  She looked at him…really looked at him seeing him for what he was. She knew enough about dragon people to know that she couldn’t come back from this…but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t bring herself to deny him.

  She took a deep breath letting the weight of her decision settle in and whispered, “I accept.”

  With those words ringing in his ears, he thrust into her. Letting her feel the full power of him. He groaned at her tightness he could barely move inside of her. She moaned this time in pain; he was too big this way. His cock stretching her making a home for itself deep inside. She felt him still giving her time to adjust to his size.

  He leaned forward taking her lips again kissing her deeply, building the passion again.

  As she started to relax he slipped his hand between their bodies and ran his t
humb back and forth over her swollen nub until she couldn’t stand it. When she reached for his hand he started to move.

  He moved deep within her forcing her hips back against the bed his tongue mimicking the action of his hips. She started to move beneath him as pleasure mounted and the tension started to build in her body. The pleasure running through his body was nearly killing him. Every moan he pulled from the back of her throat spurred him on until his massive bed started to bang ominously against the wall.

  His skin began to heat his dragon growing wild with every buck of his hips. He felt her hands on his back holding him to her. His thoughts became scattered his dragon sending messages to his brain demanding that he imprint himself on her, saying that she belonged to him.

  He was shaking his control almost gone. He wanted everything from her. He adjusted his angle needing to get as deep as he get. His dragon sought to release his essence in the very center of her.

  As her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow his hands tightened on her body bringing her flush against him. He used his strength to cage her so that all she could do was receive his seed.

  “I can’t….it’s too much,” she moaned in denial even as her body submitted to his brutal pace instinctively seeking the pleasure he promised.

  “Oh you can take it and I promise I’ll always give you what you need.” He said harshly his balls tightening in preparation. He turned her head to the side running his tongue across her glowing skin preparing her for his bite.

  His fangs lengthened as his body sped up. He could feel his body swelling and her body tighten in response. She stiffened as he bit her, her body pulsing and then she was milking him demanding his seed.

  Her body contracting so tightly around his that he snarled against his bite. He found his release then. Centuries of denial nearly made him crazy with lust. He came in a hot rush flooding her grinding himself as deeply as he could go.

  He closed his eyes as the dragon took over he couldn’t stop him. His eyes would give him away with its light golden color but the beast wouldn’t be denied.

  He demanded everything from her as well and he needed her to know he was hers as well. He released his bite but kept up the brutal pace thrusting deeply. As her body relaxed she watched him open his eyes and she found herself staring into the golden eyes of the dragon. She saw his strength, his need for her clearly in his eyes.

  When she widened her legs even more and drew his face close to hers he knew his beast was lost to her. Her acceptance touched him more than anything else. She kissed him deeply wrapping her arms around him to hold him tightly. She looked up and found him staring down at her with a dangerous expression.

  He didn’t look like a man smitten or in the midst of falling in love. He looked like a man who’d just found heaven and would slay anyone to keep it and for the first time since she’d met him she paused.

  “Alex?” She murmured as he thrust into her body again and again, ruthless and precise. But he didn’t speak his eyes still golden.

  He wanted to comfort her he could see the confusion in her face but he couldn’t the dragon was in control of him now.

  He settled more heavily on her rebuilding his speed, each thrust drawing a loud moan from her. Her hands pushed against his chest as unimaginable pleasure coursed through her. It was as if she could feel what he felt, he grabbed her hands and slammed them above her head.

  His eyes remained golden his expression fierce and focused. But beneath the ferocity the need she saw desperation a beast desperate to claim his mate, so filled with a need that he couldn’t stop the dragon from taking over.

  She relaxed under him and submitted to the hunger that was raging, building, and churning between them. Her submission touched something deep inside the dragon for the second time tonight she’d softened for him. He felt her body contract again, milking him…pulling him over the edge. His eyes closed as he released his seed for the second time deep into her body.

  The words jammed in his throat he didn’t know how to say what he was feeling. He didn’t know how to explain. She placed a finger to his lips and nodded. She understood what he was trying to say and she knew from this point on she would never be alone.

  Epic battles and naked witches...

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  Balloch opened his eyes to the darkness. Across his chest lay his wife…his woman sleeping soundly. She had her arms wrapped tightly around him just the way he liked it. Her short curly black hair wrapped in a silk scarf.

  He rubbed his hand up and down her back earning a squeeze from her unconscious form. He loved these moments…the quiets in between the fires they were always putting out.

  As her coven’s seer she was always needed. He’d spent the last two years of his life acting as her loyal bodyguard and no matter how exhausting it was to deal with all of the women of the coven he would have it no other way.

  She’d already told him they would be receiving a midnight visitor. A relative in need of help that was all she said before she’d passed out in his arms. To be fair he’d taken her repeatedly once they arrived home, having denied himself while they traveled.

  His need for her was barely maintainable but they made it work. His one aim was to keep her happy he could not bear to lose her now.

  It was hard with her job in the coven…trouble awaited them at every turn. But her love for her people soothed something inside of him because he knew what that dedication would mean for their children.

  As an orphan, he couldn’t bear the thought of his offspring suffering through a childhood like his. But with her, he knew they would be safe. He squeezed her tighter against his chest. Her small body fitting perfectly in his arms. He smiled into the darkness savoring the changes in her scent. The all-seeing seer of the Keepers clan had no idea what was going on inside her body.

  When he first caught a hint of the child growing in his wife, he’d almost fallen to his knees. He’d waited for centuries for this moment and he wouldn’t fail now.

  When he heard the front door rattled he sighed, gently moving his wife off of his body and onto a mound of pillows, smiling gently when she hugged them close rubbing her face into them.

  He stood stretching his large frame; he reached for his jeans and headed downstairs. He knew who was just on the other side and what she would require of them. He wasn’t stupid enough to come between Ida and her work but he would be sure to explain to Anise what he needed from her in return for their help.

  * * *

  Opal woke suddenly something pulling her from the depths of her deep sleep. She moved experimentally wincing at the soreness. Her eyes widened as she realized that Alex was still inside of her.

  Not only was he still inside her, but he’d also wrapped her up with his body, with one massive leg covering her hip and a large hand cupping her breast, she would not be able to move without awakening him.

  Luckily her magic had returned…not all of it but enough for her to send him into a deeper sleep, leaving it clear for her to move. It took a massive effort but she finally maneuvered herself out from under him, falling onto the ground.

  She stood quickly watching him from the darkness of the room. She could feel her cheeks heating up as she remembered all they’d done. She quickly put on her clothes.

  That’s when she saw a small golden box sitting on the table; she walked over to it drawn by its beauty. She knew she shouldn’t mess with Alex’s things while he slept but she couldn’t stop her hands from picking it up.

  She felt power seeping from it without a second thought she put her finger to the lock and without hesitation, the box snapped open. When she peered inside red flowing fire flowed from the box into her body. Her entire body went rigid in pain and then relaxed.

  She was breathing heavily by the time she started to feel normal again. Reluctantly she put the box down and steadied her thoughts, she didn’t know what the hell just happened and she needed space to think.

  She walked out of the bedroom and into the living room
, running everything through her mind. She worked quickly through the memories, cataloging, and observing. Her mind had been her greatest ally even in the worst of times and she had to rely on it now. She shivered missing the warmth that Alex provided.

  She wasn’t a fool; she knew what she felt for Alex wasn’t just going to go away. It wasn’t just the great sex and although admittedly it was the best she’d ever had. It was a connection, one that couldn’t be explained in science and couldn’t be created with magic. She knew that from this night on that man would play an important role in her world; she just didn’t know what to do next.

  She needed to locate Anise, but she also wanted to neutralize the threat before she found her, she didn’t want to risk her sister being harmed in any way.

  “Are you regretting it?” Alex asked from the hallway. He’d felt her leave the bed he needed to tell her that no amount of magic could keep him from following her. He’d watched her as she picked up his sacred chest. He’d found just enough energy after their hours of loveplay to retrieve it and place it on the counter for her to find.

  He’d held his breath as she examined it and smiled when she opened it. Although he knew she was his mate this act confirmed it… from this day forward in the eyes of his people, they were married. Only a natural mate could open a true Draco Corde and receive the waiting dragon spirit.

  “No, what happened was inevitable,” she said quietly her eyes mapping his face. His pale skin looked even paler against the deep red of his hair. He stood proudly shoulders back, head high. The muscles she had lovingly caressed last night looked harsh in the dimly lit room.

  “I’m glad you understand…I was afraid of how you would react.” He walked to her holding out a hand when she took it he picked her up and sat back down in the chair holding her close. The heat from his body immediately warmed the room.