And that’s why they work. Weird people connect like magnets.
Nathan runs his thumb over her cheek as he kisses her. When he pulls away, it’s only enough to get a good breath. Their lips are still almost touching. Clara leans their foreheads together and rubs the side of her face against his. “What’s your next plan?”
“I think that was most of it,” he laughs, “I didn’t plan this far.”
Clara laughs, pulling away a bit. “Did you think I would say no?”
“No, just didn’t plan,” the shifter admits, standing and stretching. He looks out to the sea. “I just knew I wanted to do it here, since there aren’t good ways to get yourself to the beach.”
He turns to Clara before ducking down and placing the empty glasses and bottles in a basket. He tucks away the blanket as well.
When he lifts Clara, she holds the basket. Clara feels like it’s all a dream. She almost pinches herself, but the heartbeat in Nathan’s chest as he carries her is far too real.
Once inside, Nathan puts her down on the couch and sets the basket on the counter. After putting away anything perishable in the fridge, he leans against the table and looks at Clara.
“You know I didn’t have a continuation to this plan,” he teases, making her heart leap. “What about you, Clara? Now that you’ve agreed to marry me, what’s your next step?”
She stares at him, eyes wide while she thinks. Clara bites at her lip, flicking her tongue over her teeth. “I think I’d like my fancy new fiancé to spoil me.”
He laughs, running fingers through his dark locks. It was combed back neatly at the concert hall, but now it’s messy. Clara doesn’t mind at all—the way the strands of hair fall into his eyes make him look rougher—more like him.
Stepping forward, Nathan leans over the back of the couch so his face is close to Clara’s. “I think I could manage that. Bedroom sound good to you?”
“Yes, please,” Clara says.
He carries her to the bedroom, setting her gently on the bed. Nathan presses his hands next to Clara’s torso and starts to kiss her neck, but she pushes him away.
An amused smile spreads across her face. “Strip for me.”
Nathan laughs. His face blossoms, red and he turns away, running fingers through his hair to shake it out. He undoes the tie, setting it on the dresser. In the mirror by the closet, he makes eye contact with Clara.
She bites her lip, a smile teasing her lips. Nathan unbuttons the top half of the buttons of his shirt. It slides down his neck to the edges of his shoulders, making the tucked-in shirt bunch around his waist and the rolled-up sleeves above his elbow.
Staring at his hands, he undoes the rest of the buttons before slipping the garment off his body. God, his body. If Clara’s not used to it when they’ve been together over a year, she’ll probably never be used to it. Nathan folds the garment and sets it on the dresser before turning back to Clara.
“Your pants?” She raises an eyebrow.
Nathan shakes his head. “I’d like to take turns, love.”
With a slow and deliberate tenderness that makes Clara shiver, he kisses up Clara’s legs to the top of her stockings. She wonders how long it took him to realize they were thigh-highs and not normal nylons. Reading her mind, Nathan answers the question.
“I guessed you were wearing these,” he purrs. “But It’s a wonderful discovery to find that I was right.”
Gently gripping the top of one of the thigh highs, he pulls it down her leg and removes the dress shoe before taking her sock off, then the next one. All the way down, Nathan leaves teasing kisses with dragging teeth.
Clara breathes deeply, slowly, trying to keep herself from getting too excited too fast. It’s no use—no matter what she tries not to feel, Nathan’s tenderness will drag it out of her.
Straddling her thighs, Nathan reaches for the chest of Clara’s dress. It has a few buttons that go down to the bottom of the ribs, but then it’s just skirt. He unfastens the buttons then slides the straps of the dress over her shoulders. If it wasn’t such a warm summer, Clara would be able to blame her shivering on the cold.
Nathan cups her face in his hands, leaning in and kissing her. At first, his lips barely brush her. He teases her, parting his lips only slightly—just enough so that she can feel his breath. After a moment, Nathan kisses her in earnest. Melting in his hands, she lets him take control of her mouth, tongue, body, anything. He can have anything he wants—any part of her that he desires.
Without much effort or thought, Clara’s pulled into the contact. She kisses him back, flicking her tongue against his bottom teeth. Nathan nips at her top lip, making her whine and jolt underneath him.
All too soon, he pulls away and leaves her breathless. Drifting his kisses over her skin, Nathan kisses Clara’s jaw—her cheekbone—her ears. He tugs at the top of her ears with his teeth, the heat of his breath seeping intensity into everything he does. Clara gasps quietly when he nips at her neck, leaving marks she know will last. “God—”
He looks up and brushes hair out of her eyes. “Doing OK?”
“Yes,” she breathes, positively glowing. “More than yes.”
Laughing heavy and deep, Nathan peels her dress off. Underneath, he notices the matching black lace lingerie and runs his fingers over the fabric. Clara shivers as his touch runs over her breasts.
“Oh, naughty girl. You had plans of your own.” Nathan’s voice dips into a possessive growl.
“I did think it was a possibility,” Clara admits freely. Nathan dips his head down and kisses her sternum in the valley between her breasts.
He body worships her, leaving kisses all over her skin. Clara breathes slowly, closing her eyes.
“You,” he finally murmurs, “are so beautiful.”
She opens her eyes and finds him staring at her, his expression a mixture of lust and adoration.
Clara weaves her fingers into his thick, black hair. "You're not so bad yourself."
He presses forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. Clara drops her hands to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them as he breathes love and sex into her lips. He's already hard—she runs her fingers over his length through his boxers.
Nathan pulls back a bit, breathing shakily into her lips. As Clara continues to drift her fingers over his groin, he shudders and makes circles with his thumbs over her shoulders.
Clara leans her head to the side of his and breathes close to his ear. "I want to taste you."
Nathan lets Clara push him onto his back on the bed. She shifts down the bed so her mouth is near his hips.
Clara passes his lips over his skin, kissing his hips and following his happy trail to the hem of his boxers. There, she slides them down and frees his cock from the fabric. He gently pets her hair as she kisses up his length, flicking her tongue against the top. She drags it out as long as possible, letting him twitch underneath her. Finally, she takes him into her mouth and slowly starts to move her head.
Nathan groans, so low it's barely audible. The sound makes Clara whine as she sucks him off. She can feel him wanting her to go deeper as he clenches his fingers in her hair. With one of her hands, she gently pats his to let him know it's OK.
He's hesitant at first, but her fiancé slowly begins to push her head down onto him. Clara gags a little at first then gets used to the sensation. Taking most of him into her mouth, she swirls her tongue. The way Nathan whines under her touch makes it even more satisfying.
She pulls off before he can get close to finishing, wiping off her mouth with the back of one end. "You're amazing," Nathan breathes heavy as he watches her.
A fire lights in Clara's eyes.
Nathan abruptly switches their positions, pulling Clara to his level and then flipping on top of her. He leaves hasty, quick, tickle-inducing kisses all over her shoulders and chest. She laughs, swatting at him.
When he finally looks at her again, he's smiling. Staring up at him in the dark of her room, Clara decides that the smile of thi
s man—the one with the green eyes, the one with the black hair that's almost always messy, the one who's forgetful and still tries his best—is one of her favorite sights in the world.
"Do you want to use a condom today?" Nathan kisses her neck below her ear then pulls back to look at her again.
Clara shakes her head. "No. Whatever happens happens." She wraps her hands around the back of his neck. "I just want you. All you."
Nathan nods. Smiling, he runs the back of his fingers over Clara's cheek before sinking down the length of the bed to her groin. Careful not to damage them, he slips the thin, delicate panties off and tosses them to the side. Clara leans back and closes her eyes, feeling his breath near her most delicate area.
He flicks his tongue against her clit, and Clara breathes in sharply. She grips the comforter in her fingers as he swirls his tongue around her, delicately drifting his lips over her groin. He exhales, the warm air pressure making Clara shift her legs and hold in a gasp. Nathan teases her, moving her closer and closer with his tongue.
He presses his tongue against her opening, dipping it inside of her. She moans quietly, fingers finding purchase in his thick hair. "God, Nathan, save some for the main event.” He flicks his tongue against her clit again.
The shifter pulls away. His hair is everywhere like usual, an amused look in his beautiful green eyes. "This is the Nathan I fell in love with," Clara murmurs.
He raises an eyebrow. "The one who gives good cunnilingus?"
Going red, Clara grabs a pillow and throws it at him. "No, you dumbass—”
After failing to dodge the pillow, Nathan laughs and replaces it at the front of the bed. "I know, I'm just teasing.” He tucks the hair behind her cheek. "I love you, too."
"I mean," she murmurs, smiling cheekily at him. "I did, a little bit, also fall in love with the part of you who eats me out. That's a pretty measurable benefit."
"Glad you appreciate my talents," he snorts, kissing her neck and collarbone.
He positions himself at her opening and waits for a nod from Clara before slowly pushing in. He's done the work to get her ready, so there's no pain. Nathan moans, low and vibrating, as he pushes in all the way. Once he's in to the hilt, he leans and captures Clara's mouth in a kiss.
They stay like that for a while so that both of them can adjust, but eventually Nathan starts moving. He pulls out, then slowly pushed in again. All the while, Clara holds onto his forearms and breathes. A shiver runs down her back as he increases his pace.
She whines, hearing her fiancé’s moans in return.
He pulls one arm away from her, bringing it between her legs to grind against her clit. Clara inhales sharply, digging her nails into his arm. He doesn't mind.
Pounding into her, Nathan leans forward and captures her in a deep kiss. She latches onto his lips, biting at the bottom one and moaning into his lips. After a bit, she gasps for air and murmurs into his lips. "I'm close. God, I'm close—”
Nathan moans into the skin of her neck and bites down gently, making her gasp. He keeps moving his hand as he climaxes inside of her and Clara finds herself at a finish, moaning in shuddering gasps.
They just stay like that for a while, coming down from their climaxes and breathing into each other’s mouths. Nathan’s hair falls into Clara’s eyes. Lying there, she can still taste him on her lips.
After a moment, she pecks Nathan’s cheek. “Love of my life, I’d love to just stay like this, but unfortunately I definitely need to clean up.”
Nathan swoops her up in his arms and carries her to the bathroom. Opting for the shower, Clara sits on the seat inside. As they clean up, she lets the warm water wash over her and contemplates happiness.
After they’re done and she’s back in the bedroom in a clean set of bra and panties, she finally speaks up. “I think you coming into my life made me seek out my happiness in a way I hadn’t before,” she says.
Nathan gets on the bed with Clara. He climbs under the covers and faces her, squeezing her hands. “When I say the feeling is mutual, I mean it with every shred of my being and every part of me.”
“Even the bear part?” Clara teases.
He nods seriously. “Yes. Even that.”
Nathan pulls her into a hug, his warmth surrounding her. If Clara’s heart could glow any more, it would burn through her chest. Contentment settles over her, and she lets exhaustion pull her closer to sleep.
Nathan falls asleep before her, his body relaxing so that his arms loosen. Remaining in the dark and the comfort of his touch, Clara runs her fingers over her hand and touches the warm metal of the engagement ring.
Nathan always says he used to think he was cursed. Lying in the dark, Clara decides he’s far more of a blessing.
Her heart swells.
The End of Book 1
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter One
Aldain Kincaid sat on the couch sulking. He would never admit that is what he was doing, but that is exactly what someone would call it. His friends Cade and Becca were basking in their love for each other, while he was alone, with no one to call his own. He would never admit he was jealous of their relationship but he craved that kind of relationship for himself.
There were many dragon shifters that never found their soul mate. They either married someone other than their soul mate or chose to remain alone the rest of their very very long lives. He fell into the latter categor
y, he wanted all or nothing. His friends noticed that he wasn’t really acting like himself. By having them watch him every day for the last several months they have been living with him was obviously affecting him. He was glad to have them there. His castle was more than big enough to accommodate them and give everyone their privacy. The only places shared were the Den where the books were kept and the room that housed the satellite television.
Aldain thought of asking them if they wanted their own private den closer to where their bedroom was but he doesn’t want them to think that they are not welcomed in his home and that their company is not enjoyable. He really does enjoy having them there; it was the days like today he was having a pity party for himself wishing that they would snuggle up somewhere else. He knew that today wasn’t a good day for him because his face seemed to be in a perpetual scowl. Becca looked questioningly at him but said nothing. She respected his privacy enough to think if he wanted her to know what was bothering him, he would tell her. He knew it would never dawn on her that he was anything but happy for them. He loved Becca and both she and Cade knew this, but they also knew he could never love her as he would a soul mate and his love for her was more like a family member. There was a time he was willing to try and make a different kind of relationship with Becca work, but that was when Cade was treating her so badly she would cry herself to sleep every night.
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