Dragon Hunt (Water Dragons Book 1)

by Charlene Hartnady

  He made straight for his own patio, again glad he didn’t have to go through the main public balcony as was normally customary for a hunt. He carefully placed Jolene on her feet and then shifted as soon as his claws touched the ground.

  Jolene was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was in a loose, wind-swept ponytail, her brown eyes wide. He cupped her face in his hands and told her so, capturing her mouth with his. “I love kissing you,” he groaned as he pulled back. “You’re the first female I’ve enjoyed it with.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re not supposed to talk about previous conquests.”

  “Why not? You are my last and most important conquest.”

  “And that’s supposed to make it better?” She was smiling.

  “Yes.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Talking about conquests.” He hoisted her into his arms.

  “I need to shower first,” she said as she threaded her hands around his neck.

  “No, you don’t.” He shook his head.

  “We can shower together.” She raised her brows.

  “No!” He shook his head some more.

  “I have boob sweat.”

  Storm choked out a laugh. “I know it’s sick, but I love boob sweat.”

  “Ewwww.”

  “Let me reiterate, I love your boob sweat. I love anything to do with your boobs.” He nuzzled his face into her chest as he walked to the door. Jolene giggled as he opened it with one hand.

  “That’s both really sweet and really gross.” She wrinkled her nose.

  He shrugged. “I like it dirty remember?” He bobbed his eyebrows. “You couldn’t have forgotten already. Besides, I can’t wait to lay you out on my bed.” He dropped her right in the middle of said bed, watching as she bounced once. “So that I can give your pussy another lesson in French.”

  Her smile widened. “Now you’re talking my language.”

  He pulled off her trainers and then her socks. Easy! Slow! Gentle! He had to make this special for her. Not so straightforward when he was shaking with need. When she scented of candied apples. Tart yet sweet. So delicious, it made his mouth water.

  She had already unzipped her jeans and was peeling them down her thighs. He kneeled on the bed and help her get rid of them. Then she unzipped her jacket and pulled off her shirt. Her lacy black bra cupped her tits, showcasing them to perfection. Jolene thrust out her chest and giggled as she caught him gaping at her. "I did warn you about the boob sweat." She said as she unclasped the garment, letting all that lushness free.

  “Fuck but you’re sexy,” Storm growled and he pulled her legs over his shoulders. “Even your pussy is a thing of beauty,” he said as he looked down at all that loveliness between her lush thighs

  “So crass, Golden Boy.”

  “Good thing you love it, Sweet Lips,” he said as he buried his face in her folds. Stormed licked, sucked and possibly threw in a nip or two for good measure. When his hands joined the party, his sweet little human soon came crashing down, yelling his name as she did.

  Finally.

  Finally.

  It was time. Storm pulled off his pants and crawled over Jolene, caging her with his body. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her heels dug into his back. His cock lined up with her wet center. He longed to drive himself into her.

  Her hands draped around his neck. Her breathing was still labored from coming not half a minute ago. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed. Gorgeous.

  Vibrating with need, Storm sank his tip inside her with a hard grunt. He leaned in to capture her mouth. To plunder it. Jolene moaned as he sank deeper inside, easing out to slowly, ever so slowly sink deeper and deeper. In and out using infinite care. He broke the kiss, moving to her neck, her ear. Jolene moaned some more.

  Slow.

  Easy.

  Deep.

  “You feel amazing,” he whispered. “Are amazing.” He lifted her legs, angling himself deeper. Jolene cried out.

  Bingo.

  It took everything in him not to fuck her. To make her come then and there. His balls pulled up just thinking of doing it. Worship. Worship. Dammit. This was about her. Slow. Slow. There. Right fucking there. Jolene dug her nails into his back and groaned. Her thighs clamped tight. She made these noises, but fuck, he was also making ridiculous noises. Grunts and groans. Pure ecstasy and pure torture rolled into one.

  Poised just above her, his face an inch or two from hers. Her eyes were at half-mast, hazy with pleasure. Her lips. Rosy, parted and slightly swollen. Fuck, those lips. He loved them. Loved her so much. His heart swelled with the emotion. He brushed a kiss against her mouth. In and out. His balls so high and so tight, it hurt. His orgasm there. Just there. So was hers, he could feel her legs vibrate. Her nipples were hard against his chest.

  He smiled. At least, he hoped it looked like a smile, his skin felt too tight. “Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his voice a deep, panted rasp.

  She sort of smiled back, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. “Are you going to make me?” she moaned.

  “Yes.” He ran his teeth along her throat, every instinct told him to sink them into her. To mark. To take. Not yet. He nipped, biting without breaking the skin.

  Excitement coursed through him as he nipped some more. It felt so good, so right. He thrust harder, just that tiny bit faster. He felt Jolene’s body tense beneath him. Every muscle, every sinew, every fiber pulled tight. He pulled back so he didn’t accidentally bite her. He wanted to watch her take her pleasure. Storm looked into her eyes. Her nails dug into him. They widened for a moment, then rolled back and her jaw turned slack. Her pussy clamped around him. It couldn’t be helped. His body took over, jerking into her hard, milking her. He groaned her name as he spilled himself inside her. Jolene yelled his name and something incoherent as well. He kept going until she was completely spent, then he rolled on his back, pulling her lifeless body into his arms. If she wasn’t breathing so heavily he might think she was dead.

  She moaned.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, feeling concerned.

  No answer.

  “Did I hurt you?” He swept the hair from her face. “I thought I was being careful,” he added.

  Jolene smiled and lifted her head a little to look at him. She looked drunk. “I’m fine,” she half-slurred. “Better than fine.” She let her head drop back on his chest. Then she giggled, still sounding drunk. “That was amazing.”

  He caressed her hair. He couldn’t help himself. He had to. “Was it the best?”

  She laughed, lifting her head so she could squint at him. “Yes, okay. Yes, dammit. It was the best.”

  “Yes!” he yelled, fist-punching the air. “That was the first time I’ve ever made love to anyone ever.” He chuckled. “I can’t believe you thought it was the best. I think it needs work,” he grumbled the last.

  “Oh I’ve come much harder but that was the best.” She kissed him on the chest.

  “What?” He sat up, dragging her up too. “Are you telling me one of your loser ex-boyfriends did a better job?” Jealousy burned. It ate at him. It clawed him from the inside out. “At least I have a very long time to change your mind.” The thought helped but not much.

  Jolene smiled. She leaned in and cupped his jaw. “No silly. I was talking about you.”

  Storm frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense. I made you come the hardest, but I wasn’t the best?”

  “Exactly.” She shook her head. “Not until right now. This was the first time you put any emotion in the act. The first time it was more than just fucking. It was amazing. So special.” She bit down on her bottom lip, her eyes glassy.

  “It was special to me too. I wanted to make love to you before. I wanted to really badly but…I couldn’t.”

  She put her arms around him. “It wasn’t the right time.”

  “No.” He shook his head.

  “So, are we mated?” Her eyes shone. “It works with biting, right?”