by Delta James
Gideon led her to the bed and turned back the covers, helped her in and joined her there. He stretched out beside her. Bridget wasn’t sure what she expected, but the leisurely pace in which he seemed to be moving wasn’t something she was used to. He brought one hand up to fondle her breast while his mouth captured the other and increased the arousal he had started in the tub to a far more substantial level. She wanted to resist him; wanted to deny that he was rekindling a part of her she had thought dead—not just the physical one but the emotional one as well.
He moved his hand down her body, stopping to massage her pelvic area just above her mons. When she relaxed, a single finger made its way through the red hair at the apex of her thighs and found her clitoris. He touched it and she moaned loudly. She put her hands on his as if to push him away. When he growled, she moved one hand up to grasp his forearm and the other she left on top of his, putting pressure on his hand to rub her harder. Gideon chuckled and acceded to her nonverbal request.
He continued to lay claim to her body as it gave way to arousal and pleasure. When he moved his hand past her clit to her velvety opening, she could feel her thighs relax and allow him greater access to her core. He slid two fingers up inside her, prompting her hips to arc up to take him more deeply. Gideon began to stroke her; she was incredibly wet and wanted more than just his fingers.
Bridget closed her eyes as her hips began to move in rhythm to his fingers stroking her inner walls; she was fast losing her grip on reality. Instead she was being consumed by the web of sensuality he was weaving. She felt as though her soul were separating from her body to take flight. Maybe that was why flying was instinctual, because the soul learned to do it long before the body.
Bridget groaned in frustration as Gideon ceased fondling her breasts and propped himself up on his elbow. He gazed down on her with a smug grin. He seemed to want to be able to more fully enjoy watching her succumb to the levels of pleasure he could inflict on her. He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear telling her how beautiful she was, how he adored her, and how happy their life would be together. His words barely registered as she was intent only on the sensations he was creating by pumping his fingers in and out of her.
Bridget’s breathing became more shallow and lost its depth and rhythm. She felt the well of her desire begin to gather and center in her core and then to spread throughout her whole body. The only thing that kept her tethered to her body, and this reality, was the feel of his fingers deep within her, stroking and coaxing her to accept his tenderness along with his sensual ability to pleasure her. Gideon pumped her harder and faster and then added his thumb pressing the nub between her legs. The touch there was her undoing. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, her toes curled, and she arched her body in response. She climaxed, grinding her groin against his hand and calling his name. She raised her eyelids and locked eyes with him; he removed his fingers from her sheath but left his hand resting between her legs.
He rolled over on top of her, putting his knees between her thighs, and kissed her mouth. His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth the same way his fingers had stroked her sheath. He rose from her body and began to rain kisses down her torso. He stopped to suckle her nipples and then to suck the entire areola surrounding them. Without thought she bowed her body to push her breast deeper into his mouth. She grasped his forearms and writhed beneath him. He took the time to ensure both nipples were fully engorged, and her arousal reawakened. He worked his way down her body—licking, sucking, nipping—until his mouth would now be able to pleasure her, but she stiffened.
“No, Gideon, I don’t like that.”
“Then it hasn’t been done properly and I love the taste of a woman’s honey.”
She tried to squirm away from him; his muscular arms wrapped around her thighs and prevented her from doing so. Her entire body was at war with her emotions and memories. A part of her wanted nothing more than to succumb to his sensual mastery, but there was still a part that wanted to choose her own destiny, not one imposed on her by a skilled lover who had a different fate planned out for her. She saw him scent the air and knew that he could see and smell her arousal. She had felt its abundance begin to gather under the ministrations of his fingers. Bridget struggled but was no match for his strength—physical or emotional.
Gideon lowered his head. As he wrapped his tongue around her and sucked, her pelvis surged up. Bridget felt her body’s desire for him spiral out of control. Her pussy ached with emptiness but began to pulse in need of him. As he sucked the nub between her legs, she felt another orgasm crashing down upon her and cried out. He allowed her to experience its full power. As she relaxed, he began to suck and nibble on her again. Now when she squirmed it was not to get away from him.
Bridget experienced her second climax in a haze of feeling centered solely on his mouth and what he was doing. He gave her no respite, no chance to catch her breath, but continued the onslaught of his mouth. She vaguely recognized that her hips were moving in the rhythm that matched the silent song his body sang to hers.
Gideon nuzzled her clit and kissed it lovingly. He turned his attention to her molten core, which was dripping with her desire. He plunged his tongue into her to taste her sweet elixir and lapped it up as she continued to produce more. He thrust his tongue in and out, swirling it around. Her sheath clamped down and pulsed in a deep and old rhythm. Bridget clutched at his head. Earlier she had wanted no part of this, but now she wanted to pull him closer. She had never experienced this level of pleasure with anyone other than Gideon; his only intent and goal seemed to be to see how much pleasure he could elicit from her. Once again, her breathing became shallow and a lightning-like charge flowed throughout her. She could feel her pussy spasm as she climaxed again, crying out his name.
When she’d come back to him, she looked down to see him still cradling her thighs between his arms and his chin resting on her mons as he gazed up at her tenderly. Gideon played idly with her nipples and clit. Slowly he traced circles around them with his fingertips. Her body once again began to respond to his fondling and teasing. Bridget closed her eyes and enjoyed the carnal pleasure he was providing. She didn’t think about anything, just indulged in the sensations he was causing.
Gideon raised himself from between her legs and began making his way back up her body. She could see his fully erect cock and feel its tip as he dragged it up along her thighs. He settled himself between her legs, reaching under her to grasp her still tender behind. Without any further preliminaries he drove himself to the hilt.
Bridget felt every inch of him thrusting deep within her. The bulges, bumps, and ridge of his cock possessed her in a way she had never imagined. He seemed even larger and heavier than he had the previous times they had coupled. She experienced the same feelings of dominance and possession as she had when she he had taken her from behind. She cried out his name as he began to stroke her. She wrapped her arms around him and intertwined her legs with his.
She could feel his powerful buttocks and thighs propelling his staff into her sheath repeatedly. She heard him grunt with exertion and groan with satisfaction. Bridget could tell that he experienced their passion on the same primal level as she did. Having only ever experienced sex with her own kind, she was not prepared for the feelings that overtook her. This was not the coming together of two equals, but was a superior force exacting the submission of one not his equal. This time, he was predator and she was prey. She took what he demanded, her complete and utter surrender to him. She hated to admit it, but there was something ironically freeing in doing so.
Bridget squirmed. She wasn’t trying to get away, but her bottom was still tender and sore from the spanking he’d given her earlier in the day. It was hard to believe that only a short while ago she hadn’t even known the man who was plunging his cock in and out of her existed, much less that he was a long thought to be extinct dragon-shifter.
“Come for me, Bridget,” he whispered as her body started to tremble in anticipation
of her climax.
Her nipples were hard as diamonds and scraped along his chest. The friction of his thrusting made his chest keep them taut with desire. Bridget was not ready to yield. She hoped that on her back she would have more control of her own response. Gideon seemed to take an inordinate amount of pleasure and enjoyment from eliciting as many climaxes as possible before taking his own release. Bridget could feel the difference in the intensity of his stroking. Relentlessly he drove in and out of her. It was hard to believe that he could hammer her any harder than he already had and yet she could feel him raking his cock along her inner walls. Bridget began to lose touch with anything other than the feel of him plunging in and out with greater speed and power and the sounds of his grunts and groans from the effort it took to completely dominate her.
Once more, Bridget could feel her body begin to quiver as it raced toward another climax. If she could have formed words, she would have begun to plead for him to give them both the release they needed. But she was beyond that. She was beyond coherency or comprehension. She had entered a realm where only Gideon existed—where only being with him, surrendering to him mattered. As she cried out with no words, Gideon roared silently in the way that she now knew was their way. She accepted that he was calling to her and that regardless of how much she wanted to resist, it was not within her ability to do so.
He withdrew almost to the point that he was uncoupled from her; she could feel the dragon’s tongue release from his cock and slither from her pussy to her dark rosebud and enter her there. She tried to evade it, but Gideon held her fast and it snaked up inside her. She could feel it swelling to a far greater size as it seemed to anchor her by the sensitive tissue and lock her in Gideon’s embrace.
“Don’t fight me, Bridget. It will do you no good and the dragon’s tongue will only dig in deeper to ensure your surrender. You are dragon; embrace your fate and let me pleasure you in a far more profound way than you have ever known.”
Bridget wailed in denial but succumbed to her own primal need to submit to the man, the dragon, who possessed her and had robbed her of her future. The wail trailed off and morphed into a more deeply felt keening. Gideon growled and Bridget gave over to the primitive forces that were working within them both. As she climaxed again, he began to pump his cum into her as the dragon’s tongue stroked her bottom hole independently of the movement of his cock. The intensity of her orgasm exploded, and she screamed in primal need and satisfaction. Bridget nuzzled his neck before sinking her teeth into it, causing Gideon to chuckle. She clung to him as he continued to unleash a torrent of cum into her.
When he had wrung the last measure of her sexual response, he gently disengaged and rolled to his back, bringing her to rest close to his side.
Chapter Nine
Gideon woke wrapped in his beloved’s embrace. A profound sense of happiness permeated his being. He had awakened her in the night to revel in her response. When she had reciprocated closer to dawn, he had been both surprised and delighted. Gideon nuzzled her neck as he sensed her waking.
“Good morning, my beauty,” he whispered.
Bridget sighed and nestled into his warmth. “It’s funny, I always thought lizards were coldblooded.”
He chuckled and swatted her backside affectionately. “If you thought last night was coldblooded, I’ll have to use you harder to show you that you are the wildfire that runs through my veins.”
“You use me any harder and you’ll kill me.”
“Nay, my love. You are a drakaina of rare passion and courage. It would take more than my feeble attempts to test the boundaries of your desire to take you down.”
She laughed softly, a deep and throaty sound that washed over him like the foam of a gentle wave.
“That was pretty amazing. By the way, I realized I marked you as mine last night,” she said as she turned in his embrace. She brought her finger up to trace the wound that had completely healed, but had left a scar, unlike the wound she had inflicted on his flank. “The mark has healed but has left a scar.”
“Does it displease you that I now bear your mark?”
“No; does it bother you?”
“I would proudly have others know you have claimed me as your own.” He reached up to brush away the tears that welled in her eyes. “What troubles you, my love?”
“I keep thinking I should be fighting you more. I had a plan...”
“That didn’t include being mate to a dragon and bearing his children?” he teased gently.
She snorted but gifted him with a smile. “Hardly.”
“What did you plan? What were you looking for?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said.
“It does to me,” he said, nuzzling her.
“I didn’t want to be forced into another pairing. I didn’t exactly choose to be mistress of Dundalk. We were fated mates, but it wasn’t a life I was born to. So, if you thought you had snagged a great lady to rule at your side over your lands, I’m afraid you were duped.”
“Dragons lead and rule because we are stronger and better able to provide for our people. Our role is to ensure they have good lives and can find more happiness than sorrow. We work together. They eat before we eat; they rest before we rest.”
“You sound like the best alpha wolves I have known, those like Ruari and the ones he’s aligned himself with. Not at all like the arrogant tyrants we were told you were.”
“I won’t lie to you. There are plenty of dragons who were ruthless despots, but the best of us only wanted what was best for our people.”
“And I won’t let you believe that all wolves are good and honorable, they aren’t. I’m afraid the bad far outnumber the good.”
“Were you mistreated by your pack after your mate’s death?”
She shook her head. “No, and I don’t believe Ruari would have forced me into a pairing unless a wolf had come along and made him believe he was my fated mate.”
“That would never have happened, for you are my true heart and destined to be mine. What did you hope to find?”
“The remnants of a lost village of humans. Not all she-wolves had alphas who considered their happiness to be of paramount concern. I wanted to establish a sanctuary for them. A place where they could flee and be safe.”
“Wolves do not train or hold with their females being warriors. How did you think you would keep them safe?”
“I thought if it was secret and if it was built into a cliff like a stronghold, that we could learn to defend it ourselves.”
“An honorable calling, but far too dangerous for just one she-wolf. Once we have reestablished our dominance over our territory, perhaps we can offer sanctuary to those who need it.”
“Really? You’d be willing to do that for me?”
“Within reason,” said Gideon. “I would need to be convinced they were truly in need of protection and not just being difficult.”
Bridget jabbed him in the ribs. “And you were doing so well up until that arrogant bit about being convinced.”
Gideon grasped her finger and brought it to his lips to kiss. “You, my beloved, admit that you were not in need of sanctuary.”
“No, but there are those who have been.”
“And would not the honorable alphas you knew offer them a place?”
She nodded. “To a certain extent, but they would expect them to settle in and look for mates among their pack members.”
“As would I.”
“Would you allow wolves in your territory?”
“If they swore fealty to me, yes. I know that our shared history has not been pretty, but Cadan says there is a threat coming from the Old Continent and if it is as dire as he thinks, we may well need to band together to defeat it. Until my brothers awake, I am the only dragon.”
“According to you, I am now dragon.”
“And you will stay safe at home to protect our offspring.”
“I wasn’t much good staying at home when I didn’t know how to fight. I suspect
I’ll be even worse when I can fly and breathe fire.”
Gideon rolled up to a sitting position on the bed and swatted her ass with more than a hint of annoyance.
“You, my true heart, will do as you are told or have your wings singed to ensure you do.”
“You’d burn my wings?”
“Only singe them if necessary.”
“But wouldn’t they heal like the bite wound on your flank?”
“A wound made by dragon fire will heal but not as quickly as one made by mortal means. Besides, it would be nothing compared to the weals across your backside. Get dressed. I’d see us away from here before the sun rises much higher.”
“You packed the gowns, which are lovely by the way, so I should wear breeches.”
“I think you’d find them more comfortable to sit astride me.”
She shook her head. “How will I communicate with you?”
“If you shout, I will hear you. If you poke my neck, I will turn around to see what you need or perhaps want me to see. If you want to be set down, just point to the ground.”
“And I’ll be safe?” she said with some trepidation.
“Would I have come for you and turned you from wolf to dragon only to risk losing you?” he asked, smiling as he kissed her gently. “Trust me.”
She nodded. “I do,” she said, knowing it was true.
* * *
They left the inn and walked out to a desolate spot hidden behind a cliff where their privacy could be ensured. Gideon disrobed, handing his things to Bridget to pack in the carpetbag he had procured for them. He kissed her deeply and then stepped away, ensuring a good amount of space between them.