Dragon Passion: Emerald Dragons Book 1

by Amelia Jade

  “It’s the water. Helps to make it feel more airy.”

  She nodded, looking around. They didn’t have anything to unpack. The couple of meager possessions they’d had, had been left at the first safe house.

  “So, we stay here for a few days?” she asked, not moving from his side as he closed and locked the door behind them.

  “Yes, I think so,” he said, looking at her.

  She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry from the way his glacier-blue eyes bore into her, full of emotion and feeling.

  “I wanted to tell you something,” he said, just a little awkwardly, stepping closer to her.

  Nadia didn’t step away. She couldn’t if she’d wanted to.

  “You did?” It took a monumental effort for her to get just those words out, forcing them past the mental block that seemed to have slid into place.

  “I did.” He stepped even closer, and she noticed his shoes were already off.

  “What was it?”

  His hands reached out, his long fingers curling around hers, holding them tight and infusing them with the warmth that seemed to be a part of his natural state of being.

  “I really enjoyed kissing you earlier.”

  “M-Me too,” she managed to get out with a shaky nod of her head.

  “I didn’t like that we had to stop.”

  His voice had dropped an octave now, thick with passion and desire as he used his grip on her hands to bring her a little closer.

  “Me neither,” she said, finding her voice at last.

  Him moving her seemed to unlock the floodgates of her courage. Before he could react she pulled him closer to her, inhaling his taste deeply as his lips burned hot and bright against hers, searing heat into her as he picked her up effortlessly from the ground. Her legs automatically wrapped around him.

  Her fingers tugged his shirt up and over him, revealing an array of large and defined muscles that she was going to explore one by one as soon as she could.

  For now she settled for running her fingers up and across his chest, her fingers splayed wide. His lips found hers once more and stars exploded behind her eyes at the sheer power of the connection she felt with him. It threatened to take her breath away, but she was too involved now for that to happen. Her breathing did increase as things got hotter. It took her a moment to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t simply warm because of her blood flowing faster.

  No, it was getting hot.

  The heat was just pouring off of Jared now as their touches became more frantic, more searching. Her skin absorbed as much as it could, warming her down to the core. An inferno rose within her to match, centered firmly between her legs but burning so brightly it threatened to spill out into the rest of her.

  “Jared,” she whispered, her voice sounding loud in the empty room.

  He didn’t respond with words. Instead he emitted that deep, masculine growl, the one that no matter how hard shifters tried to replicate outside of sex, they never could. The one that sent tingles through her body and made her nipples stand on end as he spun, pressing her up against the wall as he continued to kiss her with all the restrained force of a wild animal.

  Which after all, is exactly what he was.

  He hoisted her up a little higher on the wall with a quick flex of her muscles, causing Nadia to bite her lip at the sheer sexiness of the power contained within him. She’d seen it when he fought, when he was forced to use violence. But to have it turned on her in a sinful display of salivating strength was almost more than she could take.

  “My shirt,” she said between kisses, tugging at it with her fingers until she could get it up and over her head.

  The instant it was past her chin, she felt the scruff of his unshaven beard rasp gently against her neck. His lips branded her with their heat, trailing a line of fire from near her ear down across her collarbone until he encountered the first hints of her breasts. He paused there for a moment as she brought her arms—still entangled in her shirt—down over his head and pulled him tight.

  Hot breath washed across her skin, igniting her nerve endings with a flame-fueled desire to be touched. As if he could read her mind, Jared shifted slightly, using his insane strength to hold her against the wall with one hand under her ass. His other dragged up her side and across her chest, before dipping back under to remove her bra.

  “Don’t rip it off,” she commanded gently, nipping at his ear as his head came close. “It’s the only one I have right now.”

  His body shook gently with laughter, but he never stopped his motion, and a moment later her bra fell away, revealing her breasts to him. Nadia hoped he would like them. She wasn’t huge, but she had always been happy with her proportions.

  Jared put any worries to rest as his lips closed around one of her nipples, alternating between gently sucking on it and giving it a light nibble and flick with his tongue. This action brought a soft moan from between her lips as she allowed herself to succumb to his touch.

  After the perfect amount of time he switched attention to her other side, but not before his free hand came up to cup and caress her, ensuring both her breasts were attended to. Nadia pulled him to her chest, making soft noises of pleasure.

  As the pulsing between her legs threatened to become a full-fledged throb, Jared seemed to pick up on this. He swung her around from the wall and lowered her onto the bed, where he could use both hands to strip her of all her remaining clothing. She tried to return the favor, both to be polite and to get a peek at the bulge she could see in his pants, but he wasn’t ready to let her do that yet.

  As soon as her underwear went flying, he ran his hands down her legs, hooked himself under, and pulled himself between them.

  Nadia flinched visibly in surprise as his lips softly kissed her all over, until he finally dragged it up and across her clit in a move that was far too gentle and delicate to have come from a big bear shifter. It nonetheless felt amazing, and as he continued to work, her cries began to fill the room.

  At one point, she felt him slip a finger inside her. Now the pleasure he was inflicting upon her was coming from two sources, and she felt the familiar buildup of pressure.

  “Just like that,” she commanded, fingers scrunching into fists as she grabbed onto the comforter for dear life. “Don’t you dare stop. Holy shit this feels so good.”

  Her words seemed to spur him on, and Jared did just as he was instructed to. Not long after, Nadia’s back and core locked up and she lost all control as an orgasm washed over her, thundering its way through her body. Toes flexed, fingers splayed, her back arched up off the bed as she shuddered through one of the most intense climaxes she’d ever felt.

  She expected Jared to pull back, to let her relax until she could return the favor. But that didn’t happen. He continued to work his finger inside of her as his tongue moved across her clit. Nadia wasn’t sure she could take it.

  “It’s too—”

  She fell back on the bed, the pleasure beginning to outweigh the pain as he kept pleasuring her, forcing her to accept his tongue. She writhed in his grip, but his free hand kept her pinned down, pressing just hard enough that she couldn’t move unless she really tried. Part of her wanted to roll away, but she liked letting him be in charge, and for that to be fun, both parties had to agree to it.

  So she lay there, letting herself be helpless until another screaming orgasm gushed through her, overwhelming her senses. Nadia’s eyes slammed shut and she allowed her body to do its thing as she basked in the fleeting, momentary bliss that was the height of an orgasm.

  “Wow,” she said a minute or two later as air returned to her lungs.

  Jared was still buried between her legs, but he was just resting, not actively trying to do anything more, giving her time to recover in peace. He simply smiled in response to her words.

  Nadia gave him a faux-stern look and crooked a finger at him. “Come here,” she ordered.

  He came up over her legs, and she grabbed him by the shoulders and t
wisted, pushing at the same time, until he was on his back next to her.

  “Help me with this,” she said in mild irritation as his belt refused to come undone.

  “Sorry,” he chuckled, releasing the auto-tightening belt swiftly, so that she could then undo his pants and begin to tug them down.

  Nadia had meant to keep his boxers on until she was done removing everything else, but it all came down together, revealing to her a large, thick cock that was well on its way to being as hard as steel. It practically leapt into her hand, straining to grow harder as she gently stroked it.

  “Not today,” he told her as she went to take it into her mouth. “I have other things in mind.”

  She arched an eyebrow, her tongue still flicking across the underside of his head, pressing against the soft skin there. “Do you now?” she said after a minute.

  He responded by picking her up and setting her down on top of him, so her legs straddled his sides. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing up against her from the rear. Without consciously deciding to, she moved her hips backward, rubbing herself along his shaft, coating him in the wetness he had caused with his tongue.

  At one point, he just slid inside of her before she had been expecting it. Nadia sat upright abruptly as the air sped from her lungs.

  Strong hands gripped her hips, lifting her up slightly, and then slowly let her settle down until she was completely filled by his length. Her walls protested slightly as they stretched to fit him, but it was much more pleasurable than it was painful.

  Her hands rested comfortably on his chest, and she took the time to trace outlines of his muscles along his pecs, arms, and as many of his abs as she could see.

  To her delight, Jared didn’t rush her. Instead, he stroked her legs with his hands, dragging the tips of his fingers across her skin so lightly she could barely feel it, and yet hard enough that the grip of his nails made her shiver.

  “Oh I like that,” he said as the involuntary muscle spasm made her clamp tight around him.

  She grinned, and without saying a word pushed herself up and off him, and then settled slowly back down.

  “What about that?” she asked, biting her lip at the way his face glassed over with arousal.

  “I think you’re making it very difficult for me not to roll over and have my way with you,” he said in a deep, throaty growl.

  “Good,” she replied lustily, moving her hips up and down rhythmically now, not stopping at any point.

  His cock felt amazing as it slid in and out of her at her control. She hated as it slid out, but the sensations as it filled her up once more were unbeatable. The heat continued to pour off his body, and in just a few minutes she was beginning to sweat as well. The hair on the back of her neck became matted down and she felt a glistening sheen cover her body.

  Part of her was nervous of his reaction, but the moment her pores burst open, Jared let loose with a deep snarl of delight, pulling her down so that he could vigorously kiss her. He kept his own hips moving so that he didn’t stop fucking her. The close proximity to him ensured she wasn’t able to cool down any time soon, and so she quickly stopped caring.

  After staying on top of him until her legs quivered and she could barely move herself up and down, Jared followed through on his earlier words and rolled her over. His hips thrust deep into her immediately, eliciting a sharp gasp of surprised delight at the extra depth he managed to gain from that position. He lay draped atop her as she dragged her nails down his back roughly, feeling the muscles slide underneath her touch.

  Nadia wasn’t normally overly loud, but something about the way Jared fucked her had her crying out, moaning and telling him all kinds of things that she wouldn’t normally say. It was so intensely passionate and downright dirty that another thing happened to her.

  Without warning, she suddenly came all over his cock. The orgasm exploded out from between her legs and rocked her back onto the bed as she held onto Jared for dear life, pulling him tightly to her as she shook violently. His arms pulled her close as best he could, and his hips never slowed, thrusting in and out of her with a continuous rhythm that amplified her climax and elongated it past anything she was used to.

  “I can’t take any more,” she managed to gasp. “Please. I want you to—”

  She didn’t get to finish as Jared jerked and his cock swelled inside her. He let out a low groan as every muscle in his body tightened at once. Then in a rush he came, his cum shooting deep inside of her. It was like molten liquid that threatened to burn her up, but instead stayed warm all throughout her afterglow as they lay there in bed.

  Jared eventually rolled onto his side, giving her some space, and she noticed that the heat from his skin was greatly diminished.

  So it increases as he’s turned on? Good to know, since not long ago he was hotter than an active volcano!

  “What’s that smug little grin about?” he asked lazily from next to her, his eyes going in and out of focus as he relaxed and enjoyed his own glow.

  “You’ll never know,” she teased, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “A girl thing.”

  He arched an eyebrow, but didn’t push it when she declined to elaborate. Sometimes a girl needs to feel good about herself without explaining why. For Nadia, this was one of those times.

  “Okay, well if you don’t feel the need to speak freely, let’s see if I can’t convince you.”

  She wasn’t sure what he meant, until Jared rolled back on top of her and began to line his hips up with hers.

  “Already?” she asked, mildly impressed. It had been no more than five minutes.

  “When I have a prisoner to interrogate, I’m always ready,” he said mischievously.

  Nadia grinned, but no matter how hard he tried—and Jared tried very hard indeed—she never gave in.

  In the end, Jared was forced to concede the matter, but not before he gave her a thorough working-over.

  One that she enjoyed immensely.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jared

  “I’m starting to get dehydrated!” Nadia said with a giggle, reaching past him to kill the shower.

  “Yeah, water might not be a bad idea,” he said, his own throat feeling a little parched. “But it was worth it.”

  “Pervert,” she said in response to him bouncing his eyebrows suggestively at her.

  “Yeah, but you liked it,” he said, giving her rear a firm grab as he pushed the door open, practically tumbling the pair of them out of the small stall as cold air rushed in.

  “I did n— Towel!” she shrieked, her voice rising as the cool air caressed their skin.

  He tried to restrain his laughter as he pushed a towel into her frantically grasping fingers. Nadia gave him a glare, the look just washing over him as she backed into the stall and closed the door, trying to save some of the heat from their morning shower.

  Jared barely noticed the cold. His hotter-than-normal circulation system warded off anything resembling a chill. He dried off in the cramped confines of the rest of the bathroom. He was done well before Nadia, so he slipped out into the main room and called down to the front desk. They needed food. There was no restaurant in the small two-level motel, but there were several places nearby. All he needed was the number of one that delivered.

  With that info in mind, he called them up and—without knowing her preferences—ordered a bunch of everything, hoping he’d guess right on one front. The woman on the other end seemed skeptical, but he managed to convince her that he would, in fact, be able to pay for it all.

  “I’m famished,” Nadia said as she exited the bathroom, dropping her towel in a scandalous display of flesh that instantly caught his attention.

  He sat up straighter on the bed, eyes running up her long legs, across her thick hips and past her breasts, until he stopped at her eyes, making no effort to disguise the fact that he had just been grabbing an eyeful and enjoying it immensely.

  “Food?” she asked innocently, putting on her clothes as if sh
e hadn’t noticed.

  He growled. “Already ordered.”

  She paused. “This place has room service?”

  “No,” he said, leaning back into the bed. “Nearby delivery place.”

  “Well aren’t you just a gentleman this morning?”

  “Just comes naturally,” he said, then threw up an arm as she grabbed a pillow from where it lay strewn on the floor and hurled it at him.

  He snatched it mid-air on the rebound and put it behind his head, pretending that he was much more comfortable now thanks to her efforts.

  “You’re despicable,” she teased. “We’re fugitives, and all you can do is make lewd jokes.”

  Jared shrugged. “Just my nature.”

  She smiled and finished getting dressed.

  “Hey, why are you on the run?” he asked, deciding now was the time to pursue it.

  Nadia looked shaken. “What do you mean?”

  “I’m just curious,” he said. “You can tell me the real reason.”

  Her look got worse as he revealed that he had known all along she was hiding something. Her lips pursed together, but she didn’t respond.

  Jared sat up, frowning. “Hey, after all we’ve been through together already, what we’ve shared, you can trust me, you know that right? It’s not like things can get any worse.”

  To his complete surprise, Nadia’s eyes filled with water and she began to shed tears at an alarming pace. They tracked down her cheeks and dripped to the floor as she stared at him in pained agony.

  “Nadia?” he asked, swinging his legs off the bed and going to her side.

  She backed away, preventing him from closing, sticking her hand out to ward him off as she continued to cry. They weren’t great, heaving sobs—she maintained her composure to that point—but she was definitely crying heavily.

  “I can’t,” she said with a shake of her head, her voice wavering. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” She kept repeating that over and over again.

  “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, sitting back on the bed to try and make her feel comfortable. The way she had just shied away from him had rocked Jared to his core. The look of near terror in her eyes, as if she was afraid he was going to hurt her, had cut him badly. That was not him, and to his knowledge, he’d never shown an ounce of anger or otherwise toward her.