by Tessa Adams
Again she braced herself for the feel of him entering her. Again it didn’t happen. Instead, that damn finger of his made its way up the back of her thigh to her ass. He used his whole hand then, molding her, squeezing her, massaging her, before skimming his finger along the crack of her ass from the top to the very bottom, where he toyed with the damp lips of her sex.
She moaned—she couldn’t help it—as she tangled her fingers in his hair. “Logan,” she breathed, her voice so shaky that his name was almost unrecognizable.
He leaned even closer, so that his lips were only a hairsbreadth from hers. “Yes, Cecily?”
“I don’t . . . I can’t . . . I want—”
“What do you want, A Ghra?” His finger delved between her cheeks and she startled, her leg tightening on his thighs.
“I just—” She paused, moaned, as he rested that finger against her anus and began to stroke. He didn’t delve inside, just circled her again and again until she was as close to insane as she’d ever been. “Aren’t you going to make love to me?”
“I thought that’s what I was doing.”
Her hands slid up and grabbed on to his shoulders as her hips thrust gently against his. “You know what I mean!”
“I do.” The words came out as a growl, and Cecily’s heart jumped to her throat as she realized Logan wasn’t nearly as calm and relaxed as she’d thought he was.
“Then do it. Please. I need—” She stopped, still unable to vocalize her needs. How do people do this? she wondered. How do they look at someone and tell them their most intimate desires? She needed to try again; she knew it. If she didn’t, Logan might not—
“I know what you need,” he answered, rolling onto his back and taking her with him so that she was stretched out, full body, above him.
She’d barely had a chance to absorb the fact that she had six feet, seven inches of hot, rock-hard male below her before he was moving again. Sliding her up his chest a little until her breast was level with his mouth.
He lifted his head then, nuzzled the soft underside of her breast before pressing wet, openmouthed kisses wherever his mouth came into contact. Which was everywhere.
She gasped as he got closer to her nipple, the kisses getting longer and sexier as he slid his tongue out and circled her areola again and again. He made sure not to touch her nipple, though, no matter how much she arched and wiggled against him.
She arched and wiggled a lot.
Minutes passed that felt like hours as he kissed and licked and stroked first one breast and then the other. Over and over he moved between them until she was sobbing his name and her dragon was clawing at the inside of her skin in an effort to get out. It was as crazed as she was by what Logan was doing to her and the proximity of his own dragon, which Cecily could occasionally see peering out at her from Logan’s crazy, lust-darkened eyes.
Fleetingly, she wondered whether he could see her dragon, as well. And if he could, did it excite him as much as the sight of his did her? Then the thought was lost as a wave of need—powerful, overwhelming, indefensible—swept through her. She shuddered with it, bucked against him, lost the last remnants of her pride and begged.
“Please. Logan, please.” It was a whisper, as her voice had all but deserted her, but Logan heard it. His eyes burned a fiery red and he pulled her head down to his.
“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Cecily. I need to hear you say it.”
Her hands shifted until they cupped his head and she pulled him up to meet her breasts again. “Please touch my nipples. Lick them. Suck them. Do whatever you want. Just do something!”
His mouth slammed down over the tip of her breast and he closed his teeth around her nipple. She screamed, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him to her. He licked and sucked, even nipped at her a little, before running his tongue over the hardened bud to soothe the luscious pain that came from feeling his teeth.
A delicious, exciting pressure built inside her, grew hotter and hotter, took her higher and higher. She rocked her hips against him, pressed her breast even deeper into his mouth and wondered if it was possible. Was she really going to come from just the feel of his mouth on her breast? Was she really that far gone? Was she—
Oh, God, she was. She really was. Her breathing got faster and faster, the tension built higher and higher, until she was almost there. Almost there, almost, one more touch and—
He lowered his head, let her nipple pop out of his mouth, and she screamed, her entire body shuddering with the frustration of being denied the release it so desperately needed.
“Logan, Logan, Logan,” she chanted his name as her nails dug into the taut muscles of his shoulders. Tears poured down her face. “Please don’t leave me like this. Don’t leave me like—”
“Ssh, A stor, it’s okay.” He stroked a soothing hand down her spine, but his touch only made the tension screaming through her even more unbearable.
“It’s not, it’s not, it’s not.” She thrust her hips against him again and again, desperate for him to do something, anything, to put her out of her misery. “I have to—”
He must have realized just how close she really was, because at that moment, he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth at the exact same moment his thumb found her clit.
She screamed again, jerked against him, and he stroked and sucked, stroked and sucked. Once, twice, three times, and then she shattered, her body jerking and trembling and wigging out in fifteen different directions as pleasure unlike anything she had ever imagined burst through her.
It was overwhelming, insane, never ending and terrifying, so terrifying that she tried to jerk away from Logan’s touch when she couldn’t take it any longer. But he wouldn’t let her go, kept his mouth and hand moving in a rhythm that wrung every ounce of unbearable sensation out of her.
Finally, finally, when she was certain she was going to go insane from the pleasure of it all, he released her nipple, his hand tangling in her hair as he dragged her mouth down to his.
Gone were the soft, relaxed kisses of earlier, and in their place was a ravenous hunger that enveloped her completely. He angled her mouth above his and thrust his tongue deep inside her, so deep that she felt his teeth biting into her lips. The sliver of pain whipped through her and shot her up and over again into another orgasm before she’d even had time to come down from the first.
She wasn’t frightened this time. Logan was there to catch her, his hands racing up and down her spine as their kiss went on and on and on. His tongue was everywhere—on the roof of her mouth, against her cheek, on the sensitive bit of skin between her upper lip and gum, sliding over her teeth. He was insatiable and the kiss lasted forever, stoking the flame inside her so that she never really had a chance to come down from the orgasms he’d already given her.
She couldn’t believe it, didn’t understand how she could feel so satisfied and so needy at the same time. But when Logan’s hands fastened on her thighs, adjusting her and spreading her legs so that her knees came down on either side of his hips, pleasure streaked through her all over again. Red-hot and so overwhelming that, once again, she didn’t know what to do with it.
But somehow instinct took over and she scrambled into a sitting position. Unwilling to relinquish her mouth, Logan came with her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on tight and let him do whatever he wanted to her mouth.
His tongue swept against hers and she responded in kind, stroking him with her own tongue in the way he’d taught her. She loved kissing him, loved the way he felt and tasted and smelled. Loved the fact that he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, either. She could stay like this forever, kissing him, tasting him, while her breasts rubbed against the strong muscles of his chest and her sex slid over his hot, hard cock.
It felt like an eternity had passed, felt like only a few seconds, when Logan wrenched his mouth from hers. “Jesus, Cecily, you’re making me crazy. I don’t want to stop kissing you long enough to get inside you.”
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��Don’t!” she gasped, grabbing his head and dragging his mouth back to hers. “Don’t stop.” She lifted up a little so that her mouth could reach his, and in doing so was completely spellbound by the realization that one shift of her hips would slide his erection deep inside of her. In this position, he could do nothing to slow her down.
With that thought in mind and her mouth still locked desperately on his, she aligned her body so that the head of his cock was directly below her sex. Then, telling herself that any pain she felt would be worth it when Logan was finally buried deep inside her, she began to lower herself directly onto him.
The head of his cock slid over her labia, began to push into her pussy, and she cried out, shocked at how good he felt against her. She shimmied her hips, pushed a little harder, and he slipped inside another inch. She could feel him there, feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on the tip even as her body screamed out for more. She widened her legs even more, pressed down a little harder, and was shocked at the lack of pain.
She’d heard horror stories about this moment for years from female dragons that she’d grown up with about how terrible, how painful, how awful it was. But with Logan, it didn’t feel awful. It felt amazing. Maybe this first time wouldn’t be nearly as uncomfortable as she’d feared. Maybe her friends had just been trying to scare her. Or maybe, she thought as she circled her hips on his erection, maybe their first lovers weren’t anywhere as wonderful as Logan.
Suddenly, his hands grabbed her hips, stopped her from moving. She didn’t want to stop, but when she tried to jerk free of his grip, he held her in place. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her hips bucking against his hold in an effort to take more of him. “Why are you stopping?”
“You’re a virgin?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cecily froze at his incredulous question, and Logan swore that the top of his head was going to blow off. Closing his eyes, he tried to deal with the disbelief racing through his system.
She couldn’t be a virgin.
She could not be a virgin.
She. Could. Not. Be. A. Virgin!
But the look on her face said that the thoughts he’d overheard as they’d been making love were right on. Cecily had never had a lover.
How was that even possible? Especially at her age, when she had to have gone through at least two heats by now, and in the dragon shifter community, where sex was incredibly common—not to mention how they found their mates. How on earth could she possibly be a virgin?
It made no sense.
At the same time, it made perfect sense. Especially if he took into consideration the easy way she blushed and the way she had such a hard time vocalizing her sexual needs. He had put it down to shyness, or gentility based on her royal heritage. It had never occurred to him that both had been due to total and complete sexual inexperience.
And he’d just come at her like a sexual steamroller, riding right over any questions or objections or concerns she might have had. Jesus. He was a bigger asshole than he’d ever imagined.
Opening his eyes, he found Cecily still poised above him, eyes wide and lower lip sucked between her teeth. She looked incredibly uncomfortable, like she’d rather be anywhere else but on his lap at the moment, and he wondered why she hadn’t gotten up. And then he realized his fingers still had a death grip on her hips.
He let go so fast that she lost her balance and ended up splayed flat on her back. Terrific. Now he wasn’t just insensitive, he was also a total bastard. It was exactly what he’d always aspired to be.
She scrambled to her feet, her arms crossed in front of her body, and he realized, with a blank sort of shock, that she was suddenly embarrassed of her body in front of him. He sprang up, then picked up the sleeping bag they’d both been lying on. He held it out to her.
She took it, wrapped it around herself. She was so short that the thing actually covered everything vital. It also made her look like she was wearing an extra-wide tire, but he figured now wasn’t the time to point that out.
They stared at each other for a full minute, the silence between them so awkward that he had as much trouble holding her gaze as she had holding his. Especially when he thought of all the things he’d done to her body, both last night and tonight. Was it any wonder she looked like she was on the verge of passing out? Both times he’d taken her up and over so quickly that she’d barely had time to figure out what was going on.
Shit. If he could reach his own ass, he would kick it. Hard.
“So, umm, I’m going to go,” she said, inching toward the other side of the clearing.
He paused before answering, certain he hadn’t heard her right. “You’re going to what?”
“I need to go. I have things that need to be taken care of back at home.”
“You’re just going to take off? Before we even talk about this?” Holy shit, had those words just come out of his mouth? When the fuck had he turned into a teenage girl? The next thing he knew, he was going to end up whining about . . . whatever it was teenage girls whined about these days.
“I think it would probably be best.”
“For whom?”
“What do you mean?”
“Who would it be best for? I think we should at least work through this, don’t you?” Jesus, he was in worse shape than he’d thought. Let it go already, man.
But he couldn’t let it go, not when he could still taste her, and his dick was still hard enough to pound nails.
A spark of temper lit those fabulous violet eyes, burning away the bruised look that had been there since she’d scrambled to her feet. “What’s there to talk about? You found out I was a virgin and couldn’t get away fast enough. I think that pretty much sums it up.”
He stared at her in shock. “Are you insane? You think that’s why I stopped?”
“Well, what other reason could there be? I was more than willing, in case you missed that.”
He allowed himself one brutal, frustrated yell, then did his best to rein himself back in. “I feel like we’re in the middle of a bad farce.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re amused.”
She turned to go and he rushed after her, using the superfast speed that made him such a good sentry. He knew if he let Cecily walk away right now, he’d never see her again, and that was completely unacceptable. On a number of levels.
He grabbed her elbow. She turned on him and shoved him hard. She was dragon strong, so he definitely felt the blow, but it wasn’t enough to move him—or to make him let her go.
“Don’t touch me there!” she exploded, nearly wrenching her arm out of the socket in an effort to get away from him. “I’m so sick of men who think they have the right to manhandle me just because they want to.”
He dropped her arm, insulted. Took a few giant steps back. “Manhandle? I wanted to make sure you were all right—that’s all.”
“It’s not your business if I’m all right. I’m not your business at all. Who the hell do you think you are?”
“Who the hell am I? I’m the man who just gave you three orgasms.”
“Well, whoop-de-do!” She twirled her finger like a merry-go-round. “Am I supposed to thank you for them?”
She was furious now, her face alight with the thrill of battle as she advanced on him. All that gorgeous hair of hers was streaming behind her in a tangled mess, and the sleeping bag had slipped so that one perfect breast was peeking out from above the black fabric. She looked amazing. Passionate. Gorgeous. As different from the picture he’d had in his mind of the Wyvernmoon princess before coming to South Dakota as she could get.
His dick hardened all over again—not like it had ever completely gone down—and for a second, all he could think about was how to get her over him again. Or under him, if that would make her first time easier. He liked to think he was a flexible man.
“No. But I don’t think that means you should attack me, either!”
“Attack you? Attack you?” She all but leaped across the last few yar
ds separating them. “You want me to attack you?”
“I don’t, no,” he said. But it was too late. She shoved him again, and this time he let her move him a few feet, hoping it would calm her down if she thought she’d actually been able to inflict some damage.
It didn’t work.
Not sure what to do to relax her, but knowing he needed to do something or she was going to fly away from him as fast as her wings could carry her, he reached out to her. Tried to get inside her mind. But she was locked up tight, so tight that he couldn’t help wondering if she had some psychic abilities of her own.
He wouldn’t be able to get inside her head unless he dropped all his shields, and he didn’t want to risk that, in case she did indeed have some psychic talent. He hadn’t been able to pick up on any, but he didn’t want to end up with a brain the consistency of oatmeal, either. And he had been wrong before. Obviously, or Cecily wouldn’t be standing in front of him, looking like she wanted to smite him.
Pissed off that he couldn’t use his abilities to figure out what the hell was wrong with her, he lost it when she shoved him a third time. Gently grabbing her arms, he twisted her so that her back was resting against his chest. She struggled against him, but he kept her arms pinned over her chest so that she couldn’t move.
“Stop it!” she said, twisting and turning in an effort to get away. “You’re hurting me.”
“No, I’m not.” But he loosened his grip a little, just to make absolutely certain that he wasn’t.
“Logan, I’m serious. Get away from me!” Her dragon’s talons punched out through her fingertips and clawed him. He cursed but kept his grip on her, even after he had started to bleed.
Pissed off himself now, he allowed his beast one really loud roar. It didn’t so much as make Cecily blink, but, then, with the way she was going at him, he hadn’t really expected it to. So much for the shy, retiring type.
Furious, frustrated, at his wit’s end, he let her go abruptly. She stumbled, would have fallen if he hadn’t reached out and caught her. He let go as soon as she was steady and the sleeping bag fell to the ground between them. Suddenly, it felt like they were right back where they’d started before everything had gone to shit around them.