As a dragon shifter, he was naturally dominant, but Garrett had discovered centuries ago that his own need for control during sex went much deeper than that. That he wanted and demanded submission from a woman. The need to do that with his mate burned stronger than it ever had before.
He wasn’t sure if his brothers were aware of this darker side to his nature beneath his outward lazy charm, but after sixteen hundred years together, they probably were.
He needed Billie to accept that part of him too. Not only sexually, but in all ways. There might come a time when he needed her to listen to him and act accordingly. He didn’t want a submissive doll, appreciated Billie’s feistiness far too much to ever demand that from her, but for her pleasure and safety, he did need her to respect him and any instructions he gave her.
His eyes narrowed. “I thought I told you not to move.”
She looked momentarily disconcerted. “You did. But— What?” she demanded as he raised one eyebrow.
Garrett growled. “Get on your back, arms above your head, legs spread as wide as you can make them.”
Her gaze was wary. “I don’t like feeling vulnerable.”
“Then you obviously have no understanding of what I’m capable of, because you will always be vulnerable to me.” He crossed his powerful arms in front of his chest, muscles bulging. “I could hold you down and fuck you for hours without breaking a sweat.”
“But I’m your mate!” she repeated.
Garrett gazed up at the ceiling high above them and drew in several controlling breaths before looking at her again. “Yes, you are, and I will never willingly hurt you. But for the past two hours, I’ve had to suffer listening to and watching as you pleasured yourself, time and time again.”
Her eyes widened. “You saw me?”
“Dragons have night vision and preternatural hearing, so yes, I saw you. You are fucking incredible when you come.”
Her cheeks were flame-red. “Why didn’t you say something?” She tried to infuse indignation in her tone but just sounded as embarrassed as she obviously felt.
“Like what?” Garrett challenged.
She was no longer able to meet his gaze. “Well…something.”
“I’m saying something now,” Garrett bit out evenly. “Are you going to listen?”
“And obey?” she scorned.
He shrugged. “Your choice.”
Billie wanted to tell him to go to hell, but the need and aching of her body was too powerful, too painful, for her to carry on defying him. It also nullified her previous impression that he might be like her charming rogue of a father. With Edward Rider, what you saw was what you got. Garrett was a multilayered dragon shifter, charming on the outside but inwardly demanding obedience from a woman.
“I hate you,” she muttered as she lay down on her back on the bed, her arms raised above her head, and feeling totally exposed as she parted her legs.
Probably because she was all the things she’d said she was. Exposed, vulnerable, and so damned needy, she was going to start begging in a minute. The fact Garrett still had his lengthy and thick cock hanging out the front of his jeans—deliberately?—was making her mouth water.
“Better.” Garrett pulled the polo shirt over his head, revealing wide and muscular shoulders and a toned chest and abdomen that caused Billie’s mouth to flood with saliva. Next came his boots, before he stood again to remove his jeans and then black boxers.
My God, a totally naked Garrett Pendragon was truly magnificent.
He stood an inch or two over six and a half feet tall, that disheveled dirty blond hair, wide shoulders and chest, a narrow waist and powerful hips and legs, and that delicious nine inches of thick veined cock, the sac pulled up taut beneath.
One of his hands moved down, and he curled the fingers about and up and then down that weighty length, pre-cum instantly bubbling from the slit at the top of the mushroomed head. “We need to establish one more rule before we go any further,” he bit out.
Billie blinked before reluctantly raising her heated gaze to meet his. “What is it?”
His expression was grim. “I am going to kiss and touch your body, pleasure you in whatever way I think you need, and you are going to take it all without attempting to touch or use your mouth on me.”
“You really are dominant, aren’t you?”
His smile looked feral rather than humorous. “You have no idea!”
“I’m starting to.”
“That instruction has absolutely nothing to do with my being in control,” he drawled. “And everything to do with the fact you really don’t want to ingest any more of the aphrodisiac or for me to release it inside you.”
Her eyes widened. “You mean— It’s also in your— Wow,” she murmured breathlessly.
“Exactly.” Garrett grimaced. “So do you agree to that rule?”
“What happens when—if we complete the mating?”
He quirked one eyebrow. “You really want to know?”
She did now! “Yes.”
He shrugged. “I would put you on your hands and knees, spread your legs wide, bite the nape of your neck as I mount you from behind, ingesting some of your blood and in return infusing more of the aphrodisiac into your bloodstream. Once that exchange happens, the barb on my cock will latch on inside you and stroke—”
She gasped. “You have a barb on your cock?”
“I do.”
“Like when a wolf knots inside its mate and remains there until the knot subsides?”
“Similar, yes.”
“What does it latch on to and stroke?”
“The spongy knot of nerves inside your pussy.”
Her eyes widened. “My G-spot?”
“Yes.”
Good God, none of Billie’s previous lovers had even found her G-spot, let alone stimulated it in any way. Now Garrett was telling her that a barb on his cock knew exactly where it was and would latch on to and stroke that sensitive bundle of nerves when he fucked her.
“We would mate until you conceived.”
“I don’t… That’s… No. Just, no,” she stated firmly.
Garrett smirked. “Don’t worry, Dylan has developed a contraceptive he can inject into me that prevents pregnancy until we’re ready.”
“Has he already injected it into you?”
He grimaced. “As I met my mate only yesterday, there hasn’t been a chance. But we aren’t going to mate until you’re ready,” he continued. “All I’m suggesting now is that we…relieve some of the discomfort you’re suffering from the aphrodisiac.”
“You definitely won’t mate me?”
His mouth tightened. “No.”
Could she do this, allow Garrett to pleasure her until some of this aching went away?
The desire raging through her body told Billie she didn’t have a choice.
Chapter 6
“Could you at least turn off the lamp?” Billie grimaced. “I know you said you can see in the dark, but I can’t, and I would find all this less embarrassing if I can’t see what we’re—you’re doing,” she corrected as he growled.
Dear God, Garrett growled.
Like the predator he also was?
Billie found the thought of that so hot, her nipples had become as hard as pebbles and the wetness gushed between her thighs.
His mouth twisted. “I would have thought any embarrassment would have been blown to hell the first time you pleasured yourself and I had to sit and listen to it.”
She groaned. “I didn’t know you were listening.”
“Fine. The lamp goes off.” He reached out and switched it off, throwing the cave into pitch blackness. For Billie, at least. No doubt Garrett could still see perfectly. “Do you remember the rules, Billie?”
“You’re in charge. Don’t move. Don’t attempt to suck or put your cock inside me.”
“Very good.”
“I’ll acknowledge your dominance, but don’t you dare patronize me, you—” Her words were muffled by the hand
Garrett had placed over her mouth.
“Swear at me again, defy me again”—his face was so close to Billie’s the warmth of his breath ruffled the silky hair on her brow—“and I’ll put you over my knee and spank your ass. Well, well,” he murmured speculatively as more of the sweet aroma of her arousal permeated the air. “I think you like the sound of that. Have any of your other lovers ever spanked you?”
“Don’t make it sound as if there have been dozens of them.”
“How many?” he rasped.
Billie could hear the demand in his voice. “Are you going to reciprocate?”
“I’ve been alive for sixteen hundred years. Are you sure you want me to do that?”
No, Billie accepted, she really didn’t want to hear about all the women Garrett had bedded during that time. Had he loved any of them? Even though he’d been waiting for his mate, that didn’t preclude him from falling in love with another woman.
“I have taken what I needed from other women, but the fates gave me you as my mate to love and cherish,” Garrett bit out as he seemed to read her thoughts.
Did that he mean he loved her? Well, maybe not yet, Billie conceded with a wince. They argued too much for that, but that he would fall in love with her eventually?
She wasn’t averse to the idea of having this strong and dominant dragon shifter in love with her.
To being in love with him?
Maybe…with time.
“Four,” she answered him quietly. “And no, none of them ever spanked me.”
“None of them dared?” The amusement could be heard in his voice.
“Not if they wanted to live, and they did, so no, none of them ever spanked me,” she conceded dryly.
“You are a formidable woman, Billie Rider.”
“You’re more so.”
“Yes, I am.” His lips trailed a warm path along her cheek and down the side of her neck. “But that isn’t all you are, is it?” he murmured.
Billie tensed. “What do you mean?”
One of his large hands cupped beneath her breast, the soft pad of his thumb stroking over the hard nipple. “Someone has hurt you in the past.” He lifted his head, no doubt looking at her face. “Not necessarily a lover,” he decided. “Whoever it was has caused you such pain, you’ve built a defensive shell about your emotions.”
“Clairvoyant now, are you?” she accused defensively.
“Our mating allows me to…discern your emotions.” He didn’t react to her tone. “Your mention just now of not enjoying the feeling of being exposed or vulnerable revealed how much you fear anyone being able to penetrate that shell. To penetrate you.”
“And yet here I am,” she reminded him resentfully.
“Yet here we both are.” The heat of Garrett’s mouth closed possessively over the tautness of her nipple before he suckled deeply, the fingers and thumb of one of his hands moving to pull and squeeze its twin in the same erotic rhythm. His mouth released her nipple to kiss moistly down the flatness of her abdomen as the fingers of his other hand replaced his lips in pleasuring her nipple. “I’m going to do everything to you but kiss you on your lips and release inside you.” His tongue delved into her belly button. “My saliva will not affect you as long as it doesn’t enter your mouth.”
“Oh.”
“I’m going to eat your pussy,” he promised darkly. “Taste your cream, lap it all up, before I fuck you with my tongue. Did you know that dragons have longer tongues than humans? Long enough and thick enough your pussy will think it’s my cock. Until it moves in a way my cock never could, stroking your G-spot, thrusting deep enough to caress the opening to your womb.”
“Dear God…” Billie groaned breathlessly as Garrett moved lower, the roughness of that tongue a claiming rasp against her sensitive clit.
Over and over again, his tongue lashed that turgid nubbin, sending lightning bolts of heat straight to her core, the pleasure building, and then climbing higher still as Garrett squeezed and pulled on her nipples, until Billie’s climax washed over her in a hot tide of forceful relief.
“Mm, delicious.” Garrett lapped up the cream flowing from Billie’s slit, his hands moving to grasp the cheeks of her bottom as he lifted her up and his tongue entered her pussy in one claiming thrust.
Billie screamed as another climax hit her, followed by another as Garrett’s tongue stroked her G-spot with remorseless pressure, claiming her, ruining her, wrecking her.
Garrett reveled in the eroticism of making love to Billie. Of feeling the walls of her vagina spasming and squeezing his thrusting tongue, groaning as that tight heat drew him in deeper still.
Her cream was dribbling down between her bottom cheeks now, easing his way as his fingers stroked that sensitive button before he slowly pushed the tip of one digit inside her. He kept his thrusts shallow, allowing Billie to become accustomed to the intrusion before pushing in farther, allowing the stroke of Garrett’s finger to feel the thrust of his tongue through the thin membrane that separated them.
Billie cried out, her hips lifting off the bed as Garrett began to thrust in rhythm, tongue in, finger out, finger in, tongue out, until he felt that fierce squeezing of her pussy walls that told him she was about to climax again.
A second finger joined the first, Billie screaming as Garrett felt her body being rocked by her longest climax yet.
“You have to stop,” she groaned weakly. “I can’t take any more. Garrett!” Her fingers gripped his hair as she tried to pull him from between her thighs.
Garrett refused to be moved.
This woman was his.
His, damn it.
To claim.
To possess.
And before morning, Billie would know she was all those things.
“Why can’t we just fly back to England on an airplane like normal people?” Billie glared at Garrett the following morning.
They were fully dressed and preparing to leave the cave. Garrett had provided her with Nathaniel’s overlarge leather jacket to keep her warm during the flight. Except it wasn’t the thought of the cold that bothered her.
“Because I’m not normal,” Garrett reminded her in a hard voice. “And for the moment, I think the fewer people who could find your name listed on a flight manifest, the better. Don’t you?” he challenged.
Billie didn’t need to know Garrett any better than she did to realize he was angry. With her. Because she had refused to resume this morning where they left off last night.
She’d woken up in a tangle of naked limbs, utterly exhausted still, and not sure where she ended and Garrett began, the aching of her body a clear reminder of the intimacies of the night before. The thought of repeating any of those intimacies in the clear light of day had her scrambling out of the bed, taking a quick dip in the hot pool to ease some of her aches, and making sure she was fully dressed by the time Garrett opened come-back-to-bed eyes.
Although, she already regretted having refused that tacit invitation. Her body felt so hot, achy, and needy again, it made her squirm in discomfort inside the tight fit of her jeans and sweater. The thought of spending the next few hours held in Garrett’s dragon arms, surrounded by his strength and the allure of his seductive essence, made her more than squirm.
Held in Garrett’s dragon arms.
As he had claimed her again and again last night with the fierce lash and thrust of his dragon tongue.
There was just something so weird about even thinking about any of that.
At the same time, Billie couldn’t deny she was feeling an excited curiosity to actually see that metallic-gray dragon again in all its glory. This time in the knowledge she wasn’t losing her mind.
Remembering all the other shit currently in her life perhaps made it easier for her to now accept there were such things as dragon shifters in the world, and the Pendragon brothers were eight of them. That she was the fated mate of one of them.
The other stuff Garrett had told her, about his being sixteen hundred years old, with a
goddess mother and the legendary King Arthur as another brother, was still a little difficult for her to accept.
Just take one thing at a time, Billie.
Her life had seemed surreal for several months now, so there was no reason she couldn’t eventually accept all that as being true too.
If she’d thought Garrett was magnificent in his human form, then he was majestic as a dragon.
Lethally so, with those huge teeth in his mouth and long black deadly talons on the end of his claws, and standing almost four times Billie’s own height.
But still undeniably utterly and wondrously beautiful.
And it truly was Garrett. Not only had Billie actually watched this time as he stood on the flat ledge of rock outside the cave and she had seen his body shimmer as he changed from human to dragon, but she could see it was still him inside those intelligent gray eyes.
“Ready?”
Billie frowned at the gruffness of his dragon voice. “Not if I’m going to be flying at whatever thousands of feet in the air held up solely by the arms of a controlling dragon shifter who is obviously pissed at me!”
Garrett gave a snort at his mate’s belligerence. “I’m sexually frustrated, not pissed.”
“I offered to take care of you last night.”
“And I refused.” He nodded. “The first time I ejaculate with you, it will be inside either your mouth or your pussy.”
“Do you have any idea how absolutely weird it is for me to be having this conversation with a twenty-foot-tall dragon with bloody great sharp teeth and talons that could rip me apart with one swipe? You’re a dragon, for God’s sake!” she repeated disgustedly.
“I don’t remember you complaining about my dragon tongue last night.”
Her cheeks heated. “You pleasured me until I passed out.”
“Again, I didn’t hear any complaints at the time.”
She gave a shake of her head. “I refuse to talk with you about this anymore until you’re human again. Nor will I agree to fly with someone—something—that might just decide to drop me from a great height.”
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