Playing With Fire: Dragons Of The Darkblood Secret Society

by Meg Ripley

  Her body was overwhelmed too fast; she had absolutely no control over her movements. She writhed, bucked, dug her fingers into Rogue's shoulders and leaned her body back hard against Ny-len, all as her body quickly built toward her next orgasm. Rogue left her mouth and trailed kisses along her neck as he thrust inside of her.

  Lindsay's hands moved to Rogue's back, thrilling to the sensation of his sinewy muscles moving beneath her hands. Her fingers dug in harder as her moans became louder and she started to cum again, just moments after her last earth-shattering orgasm. As she spasmed around the phallic-shaped hand inside her, Rogue groaned loudly. He withdrew, holding his strange hand just inches from her opening, coming while his eyes flared with pleasure at the sight of her.

  She didn't have long to recover; Ny-len's hands were on her hips once again, lifting her upward. As he lowered her back onto his lap, his cock penetrated her. She hadn't been anticipating it, and she moaned loudly in response, her eyes opening wide as he filled her, forcing her inner walls to accommodate his massive girth. He stilled for a moment, giving her a second to adjust as Rogue leaned in and continued his trail of kisses back up her neck, across her jawline.

  And then Rogue found her lips again. His hands moved to either side of her face, and the tenderness of his kiss surprised her; it was gentle and beseeching, not fervent or demanding. His eyes were open, peering into hers, and she could have sworn that he was doing so much more than kissing her; he was forging some sort of connection with her, somehow even more intimate than the physical acts thus far; it was touching and arousing at the same time. Perhaps it was one of the strange powers the woman had spoken of. But even though she'd only known this man for such a brief time, and her only interaction with him had been this strange, deep arousal, she couldn't help but respond in kind.

  She met his lips with the same tenderness, staring back into his eyes and feeling connected to him in a way she'd never experienced.

  Then, before his hands had reached their destination, she already knew where he would touch her next. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and her hips gyrated toward him as his fingers found her, stimulating her with slow, teasing vibrations.

  Just then, Ny-len began to move. With her legs off the ground and spread wide open, she could get no leverage from her position, leaving Ny-len fully in control of her movements. He lifted her up and lowered her back down onto his thick cock again and again, slowly at first. As Rogue’s vibrations against her clit increased, Ny-len's thrusts became faster and faster. Her orgasm built, but right before she reached her peak, he lifted her off of him, flipping her around to put her back toward Rogue with Ny-len’s cock directly in front of her face.

  Lindsay didn't need an invitation. She leaned forward, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue and then trailing down and back of the length of his shaft. She repeated the action again, and then one more time, enjoying hearing the man groan in a mixture of pleasure and frustration.

  But before her tongue could glide along his cock one more time, his hands were twined in the hair at the back of her head, gently pressing her downward and filling her mouth with his dick. He continued the gentle pressure until he reached the back of her throat and then released her, allowing her to withdraw slowly until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth. She slid back down then, without Ny-len's guidance, trying to force more of him in than the last time. She continued, bobbing up and down on his cock, her speed and enthusiasm increasing exponentially as Rogue's fingers found her clit once again, buzzing furiously as he pressed firmly against her.

  Ny-len's hips thrust upward to meet Lindsay's mouth and she sucked him faster. He withdrew, maintaining his gentle hold on the back of her head, keeping her lips just inches from his cock as he spiraled over the edge, covering her lips with his release. It was naughty, erotic and surprising all in one; her tongue ran across her lips tentatively, finding a sweet, sensual taste unlike anything she'd ever tasted before.

  Rogue grabbed her hips, turning her around to face him. He moved to the ground, pulling her along with him until she sat, straddled on top with his cock poised at her entrance. His hips thrust upward to meet her as she lowered herself down onto him, allowing him to enter her pussy ever so slowly. He filled her, and stretched her more than she ever thought possible; the sensation was incredible. She continued her slow descent until she'd taken in every inch of him. Her hands moved to support herself on either side of Rogue's shoulders, her breasts dangling just inches from his face and her eyes locked with his once again.

  Lindsay leaned her head down, kissing Rogue's lips gently before she leaned back fully, using her hands against his chest for support as she began to move. She felt more wanton and wild than ever before in her life as she rode him hard.

  His fingers found her clit, vibrating rapidly. She rode faster and the vibrations multiplied, and her speed increased even more. Her tits bounced wildly and Rogue leaned his head up to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She was almost there, just seconds away from the umpteenth orgasm she'd experienced with these strange men. Her back arched and she plunged his length deep inside her one more time, stilling as her inner walls began to rhythmically clench around him.

  He reached for her, pulling her down against his chest and rolling until he was on top of her, never leaving her body. And then Ny-len was there, kneeling beside her. One of his hands moved to cup her breasts while the other moved in between the two on the floor, finding her clit as Rogue began to thrust. Just seconds after her last orgasm, the vibrations began there again, stimulating her ultra-sensitized flesh. Her body moved, though she wasn't even sure if it was to flee the over-stimulation or to seek it out more. The buzzing grew stronger, and she screamed louder as the sensations overtook her, this orgasm even more intense than the last.

  And still, it wasn't over. Ny-len's fingers continued to vibrate, pressing fast circles against her clit. Rogue's pace increased, but she could sense in his movements that he was still holding himself back, gritting his teeth to stave of the inevitable, climactic end. But Ny-len did not hold back; she didn't think it was possible, but the vibrations from his fingers grew even stronger. His hand caressing her tits moved to one nipple, pinching it gently between his fingers as the vibrations began there, too.

  Lindsay didn't think her body could take much more. Even in the throes of pleasure, a wry thought came to her. She wondered if a body could be as overwhelmed by pleasure as it could be by pain, both succumbing to unconsciousness to escape the intense sensations. As if in answer to her question, her body began to build relentlessly toward another orgasm. She screamed as she reached her peak, her back arching off the ground, giving Rogue even deeper access. He bucked forward, thrusting inside her to the hilt. He withdrew, plunged deep inside her hot, wet core and withdrew again, fucking her harder and harder as the vibrations continued against her clit.

  And within moments, she was there again. She came hard, spasming around Rogue's cock. His resistance was overcome and he leaned down; his tongue plunged inside her mouth as he erupted deep inside her.

  He stayed there for a moment while Ny-len withdrew his hand from between them. It was sweet relief and insufferable disappointment at the same time to feel the vibrations against her cease. And a moment later, she felt empty as Rogue withdrew from her and rolled next to her on the floor. But Rogue seemed to know the emptiness she felt and he sought to assuage the loss. His hand moved to rub her there, letting his fingers trail languidly along her slit, not to arouse but to soothe.

  Lindsay closed her eyes, enjoying his slow, languorous movements. And then she was asleep, spent from the most intense experience she'd ever had.

  ****

  She awoke slowly, stretching, reaching out for her blanket automatically. But as her hand met with the smooth, hard surface beneath her, Lindsay's mind was flooded with the wild, wanton hours of lust her body had endured. She smiled as her eyes fluttered open, her exhausted body already responding to the naughty memories. But a ca
lmness spread throughout her, radiating from somewhere above her head. Lindsay moved to cover herself with her blanket, but realized someone must have clothed her in a dressing gown while she slept.

  She tilted her head backward to find the source of the strange, calming sensation, and there sat the beautiful woman who had spoken to her before. The infant she had held prior was in her arms, suckling at her breast, and she was looking down at Lindsay with a gentle smile.

  “You really do have that calming power you spoke of,” Lindsay spoke into the silence.

  Accepting her statement as a compliment, Rachel nodded serenely in response, her silken, fiery auburn tresses spilling forward over her bare breasts. The movement tickled the infant's nose, and he turned his head away.

  Lindsay saw him then, the perfect combination of Rachel and the alien species. She sat up, the change in position providing her with a better look at the baby. Flawless like his mother, he had to be the most beautiful infant she had ever seen.

  “Is that...?” she began, but wasn't entirely sure what question her mind was forming.

  “He is my son, as well as Ny-len's,” Rachel explained. “He's five weeks old now,” Rachel smiled down at the infant in her arms who was currently searching for his mother's breast once again.

  “Rogue is the father of your child, Lindsay,” she continued.

  “How do you know I'm...” Lindsay couldn't quite bring herself to say the word just yet, but her hands moved to her stomach nevertheless. “I mean, there's only a small chance that...” she trailed off.

  “With their species, it is almost guaranteed that you are pregnant,” Rachel answered the question that Lindsay couldn't quite bring herself to utter.

  “I see. And is everything else the same? I mean, what was being...pregnant like for you?” she queried.

  “It goes by so fast, I assure you. Much quicker than with a fully human child. But the recovery time seems to be on par with what you would expect,” Rachel said, a frustrated tone in her voice.

  “Otherwise, I would have been here with you Lindsay, enjoying something I have been without for far too many weeks now,” her smile returned, but lust filled her eyes just before they closed as Rachel's mind took her somewhere else momentarily. When her eyes opened again, the emeralds there were ablaze with desire, but she reined it in quickly, her delicate, feminine features looking serene once again.

  But that brief moment, when arousal had overtaken Rachel, left Lindsay wondering what thoughts had filled her mind. Was it some memory from months before, or was it a fantasy of what was still to come? And where exactly did Lindsay fit into that fantasy now that she was apparently a permanent fixture here? Even though she was still weary from her sexual adventure, the thought stirred something anew in Lindsay's body, and she suddenly couldn't wait to find out.

  THE END

  Super Sexy Shifter Romance By Meg Ripley

  Bearer Of Secrets

  Story Description

  Marisol awakens to a dark secret that threatens to forever alter reality as she knows it–and her friend Dean, an impossibly gorgeous shifter cowboy, is the only man she knows who can understand her plight. Will he be the key that will unlock the door which allows her to escape her nightmare?

  Marisol

  Being the daughter of a bullfighter and a former rodeo queen, I’ve seen thousands of cowboys come and go, but I’ve never laid eyes on any man as expertly skilled–or as sexy–as Dean Longstrider.

  Not only is he absolutely smoking hot, but he’s an amazingly talented bull rider, too. Hell, he’s won thousands of dollars riding some of the most untamable bulls in the country since arriving here in Wyoming, and I’m sure he’ll win even more–that is, as long as I don’t distract him too much.

  Little did I know that over the summer, I’d discover an unexpected and dangerous side of myself–and Dean is the only person I know that I can turn to for help.

  Dean

  For my entire life, I’ve been living in the shadow of my uncle, the great Rory Longstrider, but now I’m finally starting to make a name for myself. I’m so close to the pro circuit, I can taste victory. Truth is, no shifter has ever been invited to ride with the pros, but I swear, I’ll be the first.

  Being in this business sure comes with its perks. I have more offers from ladies than I know what to do with, but thing is, none of that matters to me–I have my eye on one woman and one woman alone: Marisol. She’s a great girl, and God, when I think about what I could do with those curves…it’s enough to drive a man–or werebear–buck wild.

  When Marisol told me she was in trouble this summer, I swore to do whatever it would take to keep her safe, to protect what’s mine, even if it costs me the championship–or more…

  “And now, the ride you’ve all been waiting for. The final ride of the night, and folks, this is for all of the proverbial marbles, and I ain’t kidding. Now this young man, Dean Longstrider, he’s got a lot on this ride. He had the highest score on Thursday night. He had the highest score on Saturday night, and folks, if he gets a score of 92 or better, he’ll win this purse, and this purse is nothing to sneeze at. No sir, it’s not. This purse has been generously doubled by our good sponsors at Franklin’s Chevrolet and it’s up to twenty thousand semolians, and you don’t need me to tell you, that’s a lot of semolians.”

  It was a lot of semolians, especially for an amateur night in Cody, Wyoming.

  Marisol whipped her apron off as the event announcer, Rocky, rattled on, filling the time between the bull riders. “I’ll be right back, Mama! Dean’s about to ride.”

  “Did you clean the range?”

  “Yes, Mama, everything is cleaned and the money box is counted up. I’ll be right back!”

  Marisol flew from her mother’s food truck and under the packed bleachers to the tall fence around the arena. The chute gates were on the opposite side and her heart jumped to her throat as she waited for the sound of the buzzer that would mark the beginning of Dean’s ride. He was going to win the purse. Everybody knew it. Nobody could ride a bull like Dean Longstrider. Not even his uncle Rory, and Rory was a legend on the pro circuit.

  Marisol grew up watching young men risk their necks and their lives on the backs of raging bulls. Her father, Ernesto, was a bull fighter and had been saving the lives of those young men for over twenty years. When she asked him if he’d ever seen anybody sit a bull like Dean, Ernesto had admitted that he couldn’t think of a single cowboy. Her heart had swelled with pride for her friend as she nodded in her head in agreement.

  “He’s the best,” she’d gushed. “I think he’s the greatest I’ve ever seen.”

  “He’s not the best. Not yet. Boy still has a long way to go to prove himself.” At her crestfallen face, Ernesto had added, “But he’ll get there. He’s got the talent, anyway.”

  The gate suddenly crashed open and the giant red bull leapt into the arena. It did a hard twist in mid-air and slammed to the ground with a bone-breaking thud. Its hooves barely hit the dirt before it was dancing again, jumping and twisting and kicking its hind legs out as hard as it could. Dean sat astride the bull with perfect form, his spine straight and left arm extended high over his head.

  “Three...four...five…” Marisol counted under her breath, fingers clutching the chain link fence. Until she started watching Dean, she never understood how long eight seconds truly lasted. But Dean’s grip was strong, and though the bull did its best to fling him away, the buzzer sounded to the sound of the crowd roaring its approval of the ride. Marisol erupted into loud cheers, clapping and shouting Dean’s name with the rest of them.

  She was so excited for Dean that it took her a moment to realize that something wasn’t right. Her father darted out and got hold of the rope around the bull’s girth, but even after the bull stopped kicking, Dean wasn’t jumping free.

  “Uh oh, it looks like our cowboy is in a little bit of trouble. Let’s all give a big cheer or our bull fighter Ernie! Cheer loud and help him get Dean out of there
.”

  Marisol swallowed around the sudden lump in her throat. The bull kicked around, giving her a view of the left side where Dean’s leg was tangled in the rope. The animal was beyond furious now, ignoring all of Ernie’s attempts to distract it while his partner, Burt, dodged forward to get Dean untangled.

  “Looks like our cowboy is stuck, folks. Give him another cheer! Let him know we’re here for him!” Rocky’s job was to keep talking, keep the crowd upbeat while the professionals got the bull under control, but Marisol wished he would shut up. She’d seen this same thing countless times and she knew as long as her father was in the arena, the cowboys would be safe, but Dean wasn’t like the other cowboys. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t even breathe, until the rope came free and Dean flung himself away from the raging bull.

  The bull fighters moved quickly, Burt putting himself between Dean and the bull, and Ernie acting as human bait, taunting the bull until it charged him. Ernie dove out of the way at the last second, but the bull kept running right on back to its pen.

  “Burt and Ernie, everybody! And let’s give it up for our young cowboy, Dean Longstrider, who just got a score of 94 from our judges. Not only the best ride of the night, this is the best ride of the whole event! He’s one smiling cowboy tonight, folks.”

  Dean took off his hat, walking in a small circle, and waved to the cheering crowd. As he turned towards her, she jumped up and down, waving and cheering. She didn’t think he would see her, but his smile widened and then he was running out of the arena, and Rocky was inviting everybody to remain in their seats for the fireworks show.

  That was Marisol’s signal to return to the food truck where her mother, Anna, was just locking up.