Dragon Passion: Emerald Dragons Book 1

by Amelia Jade

  Connor’s hand slid across her waist and onto her rear, cupping one of her cheeks and pulling her closer to him. Instinctively her hands braced herself on his chest, fingers splayed across the broad muscle. Even her long fingers couldn’t cover the muscle on their own; that’s how naturally big he was. It wasn’t bulky, awkward muscle either. It was just his natural powerful size.

  An image of him easily holding her up against a wall flashed through her mind, causing Madison to blush, despite neither of them having said a word.

  Whereas before when they had kissed, Madison had always felt a stillness and a desperate need to preserve the moment, this time there was none. It was a flurry of hesitant but frantic motion as she tugged off his shirt seconds before he removed hers. Madison hissed in delight as strong, warm hands cupped her breasts as Connor removed her bra. Skilled fingers played across her nipples, causing her back to arch slightly as she pressed into him.

  Connor lowered his head back to hers, hungry lips searching for each other as they explored each other. Her hands finally touched each and every muscle and part of his body that she had seen earlier, though she still didn’t dip below his waist. Madison was eager to feel and see what his boxers had been hiding the day before, but she was too preoccupied with kissing him to proceed just then.

  A soft moan slipped from her mouth as one large hand quested below her belt, fingernails dragging lightly across the jeans she wore as he ran it up and down her inner leg.

  Madison shivered in response, but she didn’t stop him. Connor continued to tease her, inching ever closer between her legs, but never quite going far enough to give her what she really wanted.

  “Not fair,” she begged a few minutes later as her clit began to ache for attention, scattering all her other thoughts.

  Connor just grinned, taking the moment to nuzzle his head into her neck, his teeth gently nipping at the skin there. With his lips on her neck, one hand playing with her nipple and the other tantalizingly close to dipping between her legs, Madison couldn’t take it anymore.

  Pushing his hands aside, she dropped to her knees, eager to have some fun of her own. Running her fingers across his jeans, she easily found the bulge of his cock. Using both hands, she traced the outline of it repeatedly, always leaving at least half an inch between her fingers and his cock.

  Fair is fair.

  When he began to growl in helpless frustration, Madison looked up at him, batting her eyes innocently. At the same time her fingers found his belt and took it off. She saw hope blossom on his face as she peeled his jeans from him, leaving only his boxers.

  Almost immediately his cock sprang toward her, straining eagerly against the much thinner and stretchier material of his boxers. Madison found herself biting her lip as she eyed it in size. Putting her hand up against it, she spread her fingers wide, noting that it was longer than the distance from her outstretched pinky all the way to the end of her thumb.

  He was big.

  Eager to see just how big he was, she ignored her earlier plans to tease him some more, and pulled his boxers down, easing the waistband out and around his cock. Her hands paused at his knees as she admired his length. Sensations of just how his girth might fit inside her threatened to make her weak in the knees.

  “Wow,” she said, not caring how cheesy it might sound. With nervous desire she finally reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of it. “You’re so hard,” she noted, looking up at him, trying to give him the same innocent eyes she had before.

  “That’s the effect you have on me,” he growled, the deepness of his voice thrumming through her, igniting the fire between her legs in a way that was…different than anything she had experienced before.

  Madison had been horny. She had had sex. But this was the first time she had felt like she craved something, that a part of her wouldn’t rest until she got it. The “it” in question being Connor and his overly large cock. It was hard to describe, and she wasn’t sure she could if asked. But whatever it was, it spurred her to do what she did next.

  Licking her lips, she placed her tongue on the base of his shaft and slowly—excruciatingly slowly—she dragged it up to the tip, which she took inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She played the edge of her tongue across the bottom of his head, feeling the slight bit of skin that joined the two together. The instant she touched it, Connor groaned loudly. Madison glanced upward just in time to see his eyes roll back into his head as his eyes closed.

  She waited just long enough for them to open, before pushing her lips as far down his shaft as they would go, feeling inch after inch slide down her throat. She smiled at the sound he made as she took his entire length in her throat.

  Madison had never had a gag reflex, and it hadn’t taken her very long to discover just how much men enjoyed that little fact. She used it now to please Connor, excited at how much noise he was making as she sucked him into her mouth. Most men were silent, with the occasional grunt.

  Not Connor. He grunted, groaned, moaned and as she smoothly went up and down his shaft, continued to vocally tell her how good it felt, and how sexy she looked to him just then. Hearing those words made her want to do more for him, to give him more pleasure.

  So when he gently pulled her head back and lifted her to her feet, she didn’t fight it. Whatever he wanted right then, she would do. He hadn’t even touched her, and Madison knew that she was his.

  Which was completely ridiculous, considering she had met him only forty-eight hours earlier. Yet Madison didn’t care. The gentle caress of Connor’s fingers as they trailed down her sides, or the searing heat of his lips as he kissed his way down her neck, across her chest, leaving a trail of fire over her stomach, were more than enough to help her ignore any thoughts of stopping.

  Her bottom lip curled over her teeth as he swiftly undid her button and proceeded to strip her down, exposing her completely to his delicious gaze. Madison swallowed hard as his eyes practically devoured her nakedness, the greedy blue orbs dancing with delight as he visibly licked his lips.

  “Gorgeous,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to her as he pushed her back gently onto the bed.

  Madison prepared herself, knowing what was coming next. He was going to climb on top of her, mount her, and she would find herself stretched to the limits as his cock pushed inside of her. She was nervous, but excited at the same time.

  So when Connor spread her legs, taking one in his hands and kissing his way up it, she hesitated. As his lips crossed her knee and begin to inch up her thigh, she realized that he wasn’t going there just yet. A part of her was saddened that she would have to wait to feel him inside her.

  She was becoming intrigued. It had been a long time since someone had done what he was about to, and if she was honest, saying “it wasn’t good” was a flat-out lie. It had been terrible. Madison braced herself to be disappointed again, furthering her worldview that all men were terrible at oral sex.

  That notion shattered into a million tiny crystals as Connor’s tongue gently caressed her. Madison moaned, a shiver of delight making its way up and down her spine. She propped herself up on her elbows, eager to watch as Connor flicked the tip of his tongue out just enough to reach her clit, the hardened bump quivering with anticipation, waiting for him to give it more.

  Her eyes slowly closed, feeling the rhythm of his tongue, moving her hips in time with it. Madison became lost in the dance, the ebb and flow as Connor showed her how it was supposed to be. Never too fast, never too slow, and always the right amount of pressure. It was as if he knew just what she was thinking, how she was feeling, and what to do to heighten it.

  “Oh my God,” she hissed in surprise as he slipped a finger inside of her. The sudden penetration didn’t hurt, but Madison knew the instant he began to use it and her tongue, that she was close to the edge.

  Under Connor’s skillful attention, he quickly pushed her over that cliff. She felt herself tighten around his finger. That’s how it started.
Her hips pulsed several times as muscles clenched and unclenched.

  “Don’t you dare stop,” she moaned.

  Before Connor could reply she climaxed. Her cries filled the room as the explosion rushed forth, gripping every single muscle in her body. For just the tiniest moment she could feel each one as it contracted. Then the wave of pleasure hit and Madison began to shudder and buck as Connor kept up his motions, only retreating as she closed her legs, rocking back and forth on the bed as her orgasm slammed into her repeatedly. Her back arched and slammed back into the bed, her toes curling to the point she thought the muscles were going to cramp on her.

  Above it all, Connor’s hands roamed her body. They gently played with her breasts, gripping her sides tightly and firmly caressing her inner thigh.

  “Oh,” was all she could manage as the explosion settled into her core, beginning to spread the pleasing glow that came afterward, enveloping her from head to toe in its warmth.

  Connor smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He did, however, climb onto the bed, his hips positioned between her legs.

  It was time.

  Nervously, still recovering from her climax, Madison spread her legs. As she did, she saw Connor place the tip of his cock against her, where he rubbed it back and forth gently, coating it in her wetness so that it would enter her more easily.

  “I’ll be slow,” he promised, pre-empting her next statement.

  Madison smiled. “How did you know?”

  “Your eyes,” he replied, lining himself up to push inside her as he spoke. “They speak volumes. Especially when they widen at the sight of me,” he finished with a chuckle.

  “You’re rather big,” she said, feeling meek and shy just then.

  “It’ll be okay,” he promised.

  Madison nodded, spreading her legs a little wider, letting him know she was ready.

  Connor thrust his hips forward slightly, entering her at long last.

  “Holy shit,” she gasped, sitting up on her elbows again.

  She hadn’t been ready.

  “Are you okay?” Connor asked, concerned blue eyes focused on her.

  “Oh yes, don’t you dare back away,” she commanded, reaching forward and grabbing his hip, stopping him from pulling out. “That was a good thing.”

  Connor sagged slightly in relief, flashing her a brilliant smile.

  “More,” she practically growled. Madison had had a taste now. She wanted the rest of it, as quickly as she could adjust to it.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Connor said with a grin as he bent over her, leaning down to kiss her, even as the movement resulted in several more inches sliding inside her.

  Madison’s lips froze in their kiss as she shook with the pleasure, the sensations so fast they almost overwhelmed her. But as she adjusted to him, the shaking was replaced with something else. A deep, gnawing hunger. She almost had all of him, but there was still more.

  She needed it.

  “I want it all,” she growled between kisses, her arms reaching down to his waist and pulling as hard as she could.

  Connor didn’t fight it, his hips descending until they met hers, giving her every last inch. Madison shuddered in ecstasy. This was what she wanted. On top of her, Connor groaned as she squeezed her walls tight around him. The deep, feral sound thrummed through her, setting her nerves ablaze with a tingling sensation.

  As if reading her mind, Connor’s hips pulled away from her, and then came slowly back to grind against her once more.

  She gasped, her nails digging deep into the skin on his back, eliciting a grunt. He kissed her again, harder this time, even as his hips began to move regularly, pulling almost fully out of her, then sliding back in with a smoothness that threatened to take her breath away with how good it felt.

  Above her, Connor continued to kiss her, his groans slipping between them each time they broke apart for air.

  “Flip me over,” she commanded, staring deep into his eyes as she told him what to do.

  Primal desire filled the blue orbs as they blazed with animal instinct. He didn’t say anything. He simply pulled off her long enough to grab her hips, lift her into the air with an almost scary ease, and place her down in front of him on all fours. Madison had never been manhandled quite so easily, and she was momentarily breathless from the raw display of power he had just shown her.

  That was compounded by the feeling of his cock pressing into her again, and his hands wrapping tightly around her waist, pulling her back onto him.

  Madison buried her face in the pillows, fingertips digging deep into the fluffy material as Connor slammed into her from behind. He was no longer gentle and tender, but was becoming rough and dominating. To her surprise, not only did she like it, but it was driving her wild with passion and desire. She practically ached for him to go harder, to slam his huge cock into her.

  “Harder,” she begged, forcing the word out through her formless cries of pleasure.

  A savage growl sounded from behind, and suddenly Connor was going not only harder, but faster, his hips bouncing off hers. Madison was pushed slowly across the bed until her arms rested flat on the wall, trying to push her hips back into him, even as he fucked her as hard as he could.

  She felt him tense behind her.

  “Don’t you dare cum yet,” she ordered, pulling herself forward and off of his cock.

  Connor’s only reply was a grunt, but he didn’t resist as she turned to face him, pushing him down onto his back.

  “Now you may cum,” she whispered into his ear, tugging on it gently with her teeth as she got on top, sliding her hips backward until he was inside of her. Then she began to move up and down. Not just her ass, but her entire body, rising up off her knees, and then slowing taking him back inside. She watched as his eyes devoured the sight of her breasts bouncing freely just in front of his face.

  “Cum for me,” she told him, feeling the sudden swelling of his cock inside of her.

  He groaned and then cried out as his hips thrust upward, lifting her off the bed as he shuddered, muscles contracting and relaxing outside of his control.

  Madison added her cries to his as she felt him explode inside of her, shooting hot cum deep inside even as her walls tightened and spasmed around him. She teased every last drop from within him until it filled her completely, a sense of warmth between her legs that felt right.

  She collapsed onto his chest, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight to him. She could feel a slight sheen on her skin, amplified by the near-blistering heat that radiated out from Connor. It didn’t matter though; she couldn’t care less just then. All she wanted was to be as close to him as possible.

  Neither of them spoke. Not because they didn’t want to, but because nothing needed to be said. Their body language had said it all. Now was a time for rest, and to bask in the presence of each other in a way they had not yet had the ability to do.

  Madison promised to make the most of it, because she knew her time with him was drawing to a close. Soon she would have to leave King City. But Connor was going to stay. There wasn’t a way for her to stay with him.

  Was there?

  Chapter Eleven

  Connor

  Several hours later, freshly showered and feeling revived, Connor left a napping Madison behind, easing his way out into the passageways that formed the back area of the club. He needed to find Flint.

  With his injuries all healed up now, it was clear that the paste that stopped his healing could be overcome by his internal system, but if the damage was too great, it wouldn’t matter. He was vulnerable now.

  If Connor was vulnerable, that meant he could no longer protect Maddy. He needed her out of the city, but in a way that wouldn’t attract attention. That meant she needed to go without him. He was too big, and any large male attracted attention these days.

  “Flint,” he said, spotting the man about to turn and head up the stairs to his office.

  The head of the Underground looked over his shou
lder. Seeing Connor, he nodded, then motioned for him to join him in the office.

  Taking the metal stairs two at a time, he slipped through the door before it barely had a chance to close behind the other man.

  “What is it, Connor?” Flint asked.

  He looked tired, the shifter noted. Large bags under his eyes, and his hair, almost always immaculate, was in disarray.

  “Everything okay?” Connor asked instead with a frown.

  “Yeah,” Flint answered, sitting back into the chair behind the desk. “Just lots to do these days with all the new developments going on.

  Connor nodded, sitting in the small chair that sat on the other side of the desk.

  “So, what can I do for you?”

  He grimaced unhappily. “I need you to get Maddy out of the city.”

  Flint blinked in confusion. “Isn’t that the plan?”

  “Without me.”

  “Uh, Connor. I can arrange for certain things to happen to help get people out. But the actual doing it, that’s your job. I can’t do that.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not asking you to go along. Just find a way that a single woman could make it out of the city without needing to buy a ticket for a train or plane, and without driving. You can do that, right?”

  The other man looked at Connor for a long while, then thought about it. “Yes, actually I think I could.” His eyes focused on the big shifter. “You realize it will be dangerous for her though, right? She won’t have you around to protect her if the Agency does somehow catch on.”

  “I know,” Connor said firmly, convinced that this was the way it had to be. She would never stand a chance with him, especially not now that the Agency had seen his face, and could identify him on looks.

  “What are you going to be doing instead?”

  Connor set his face firmly. “I’m going Extremis hunting.”

  “What?” Flint almost shouted, leaping from his seat.

  “We need samples of this new serum,” he told Flint. “We can’t get that if I flee the city.”

  “What the hell do you think is in there?” Flint asked, pointing at a small case on a shelf on the wall. “Extremis Serum that you captured two weeks ago, the vial of whatever it is they were going to inject you with, and the sample of green paste from your knife wound. What more samples do you want?”