Elizabeth, Guardian of Dragons: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (RH Fated Alpha Book 5)

by Ava Mason

He caught me staring and he flashed me a grin, showing his dimple. It made me smolder with need and his eyes darkened. We saw a door marked for employees only and Christian made a beeline for it. After checking to make sure it wasn’t used often, Christian pulled me through it. As soon as we were on the other side of the door, he backed into the wall, pulling me to his chest. We were in an empty hallway, with a couple of closed doors on each side.

  “Pinky.” Christian’s voice was a whisper, barely heard, and his finger went to his lips, telling me not to make a sound. We were wearing comms, in case we needed to communicate back and forth.

  He pulled my chin forward and softly brushed his lips over mine. Electricity shot through my body and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to press my lips against his. He grabbed my waist, tugging me in between his legs and then his tongue was tracing mine in a passionate kiss.

  My breath was ragged as every sense lit on fire and with Christian’s legs squeezing me between them, he was making it impossible for me to think. All I could imagine was his legs surrounding me, riding me like a fucking warrior. His hands tangled in my hair, tugging the ends softly, then they traced softly down my back. They broke through the bottom of my shirt and lightly caressed my skin.

  I arched my back, pressing against his chest, still kissing him and rubbing myself against him. My hands cupped his face, pulling him to me, loving his touch, loving his fingers on my skin, his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. My whole body was on fire, wanting, needing.

  I needed more of him, not these tidbits he was feeding me.

  I released our kiss and fell to my knees, running my hands down his chest as I fell. Then I put my hands to his snap and looked up at him, showing him what I wanted to do.

  “Lizzy.” His whispered voice was mixed with a warning and desire. I pulled the comm out of my ear and threw it to the side. He hesitated, just for a moment then, glancing down the hallway, he took his out and tossed it away gently. Grinning, and about to burst with need, I popped the snap to his jeans and slowly pulled down his zipper. I reveled in the sound, loving the darkness in his eyes as he watched me, loving the way the zipper snapped when I pulled it all the way down.

  His breath came in and out as I reached in, and then his skin on my fingers was like lightning, shooting up my body. He leaned his head back against the wall as I pulled his dick, aching with want, out. It was nestled in thick wiry blonde hair, straining, proud and hard, up to his stomach.

  I stared at it, honoring it, worshipping it and I bent forward, unable to stop myself from licking the pre-come leaking out of the top.

  He let out a guttural moan and I closed my mouth over the tip, needing to taste him.

  Shit.

  He tasted salty and spicy and bitter all at once and it was a raging rock just for me. It lit my lips on fire and I couldn’t get enough. The skin was silky smooth and I explored it, swirling my tongue over the swollen tip. His hands gripped the top of my head, urging me lower and I couldn’t stop my own moan now; it was turning me on to see how hard he was for me.

  I moved up and down, sucking hard, taking him all the way in to the back of my throat. His hands on my hair were egging me on and my own emotions were spiking. I was afraid I was going to come, just from the thought of him in my mouth. His need pressing into my own.

  Fuck, it was such a turn on.

  I moved one of my hands to lightly massage his sac and he bucked his hips, aching with so much need.

  I wanted to fulfill it. To be his fix. To give him everything he ever needed or wanted. To swallow his cum, so that he and I were together, at last.

  The concrete floor at my knees bit into my skin harshly and the air on my back made me shiver. The fact that we were in a hallway where anyone could walk in and see us only made my panties wet. I wanted to show the world how I felt about him.

  But I quickened my pace so we wouldn’t tempt fate, bobbing my head up and down. He was moving with me, thrusting inside me, and I could tell by the look on his face that he was going to come soon. I gripped the bottom, squeezing it tight and moaned, sending vibrations up through his shaft.

  He came into my mouth and I took it all in, licking and squeezing until I licked every drop.

  “Fuck, Pinky,” he whispered. “That was so fucking hot.”

  He was breathing heavy and I licked and softly scraped my teeth against his hips. Then I stood up, pushing up his shirt to softly bite and lick his chest up to his neck. I nuzzled my chin in the crook of his neck while zipping his jeans. “That’s only the beginning. I’m going to give you everything you want, any time you want it. You just have to say the word, and I’m yours.”

  He nodded, wrapping his arms around me, holding me for a moment. He felt looser, more relaxed and I grinned, realizing that this is what he needed. Then he turned his face to softly bite my shoulder. “You’re next.”

  4

  Everything was all planned, down to the smallest detail and I only had one thing left to accomplish. My eyebrow raised as I stared at the slick black uniform. We were back at the house and everyone, including a serious and straight-faced Avery, was getting ready to go.

  I checked the tags again. Yep, it was my size. But it looked a hell of a lot smaller. Steeling myself, I stretched, tugged, and yanked the black uniform until finally, the pants and shirt were attached to my body. It didn’t feel like I was wearing the uniform, more like it was wearing me.

  Manly voices rumbled down the hallway and I knew that they were ready. I rushed forward, grabbing my socks and boots. I fell back onto my bed, bending over to pull them on and my uniform moved instantly, clinging and molding to my skin. I stood up, smiling, and jumped and swirled in the air, testing it. I had no freaking clue what material the uniform was made out of, but it was soft, silky, and moved and stretched with every motion.

  By the time I walked out of my room, they were all waiting for me at the front foyer. I literally gasped when I saw them, all standing there in a row.

  Wrapped in tight, black shirts and loose cargo pants, with laced up combat boots, they looked like mercenaries from hell. Except sexy ones. Sexy hellions. Their expressions darkened as they took me in and their chatter stuttered to a stop. Each one of them stared at me, their eyes traveling up my body and I suddenly felt very self-conscious.

  “What?” I noticed that they all had guns tucked into holsters at their hips. “Hey! Where’s my gun?”

  Hunter chuckled but Easton’s eyes just burned into me. Stepping forward, Christian pulled on my belt loop, dragging me to him. “You get a gun when you complete your certification.”

  I folded my arms across my chest. “I know how to use one.”

  He nodded. “Oh, I know. I remember a very steady hand on the gun you pointed at me.”

  I furrowed my brows. “I didn—”

  He gripped my chin, pulling my face to his. “Oh, yes you did. You haven’t forgotten how we met, have you?” His lips were so close to mine and I remembered what we’d done in the hallway. It made my lips burn at just the thought of it.

  And then, the memory of the first time I saw Christian came to my mind. Me, pointing my gun towards him and saying, “Don’t come a step any closer.” And then I’d cocked the gun. I cocked it.

  I blushed. “Whoops!”

  He stared into my eyes and focused on my face. “It was actually pretty damn hot.”

  There was a movement behind me. Avery. He gripped the gun holstered to his hip and looked away. Easton was still staring a hole into me, but Hunter was shoving something into a bag.

  I looked back at Christian, ignoring the heat that was flushing up my face. “You looked pretty damn hot yourself.” I leaned into him, tracing his lips with my finger. He nipped at them, then smiling, he kissed me full on the mouth.

  I hugged him close, gripping my hands around his waist. When he pulled back, I grabbed Easton and tugged him into our embrace and kissed him. Smirking, Easton’s lips moved over mine and his hand wrapped around my
waist and then down to squeeze my ass. I grinned and let him go.

  Avery was still looking away but Hunter stepped towards me. “I’ve got your bag.” He held it up. He also had another one over his back.

  “Thanks.” I smiled and he gave me a light brush over my lips, then he walked out the door with a command that everyone head out. I walked up to Avery and pulled softly on his beard. He turned to look at me, his face tight but his eyes, deep and probing, stared right into my soul.

  “I like your beard.”

  He swallowed hard. “I know.”

  “That’s why he hasn’t shaved it yet.” Christian gave me a knowing look and disappeared out the front door. Easton grabbed his bag, slung it over his back and left, leaving Avery and I alone.

  “Is that true?” I looked at Avery.

  He nodded.

  “How did you know?”

  The side of his lips lifted and he stepped forward, putting his head on mine. “I just know you, Lizzy.”

  Warmth washed over me. Lizzy.

  Cautiously, I palmed his face in my hand. When he didn’t push me away, I ran my hands through his beard. It was so rough on my hand and so fucking sexy. I wanted to feel it prickle against my face. I reached up, my eyes on his lips. His hand went to my hip, digging his thumb into it. He was pulling me closer with his fingers but pushing me away with the palm of his hand. It made him press into my side, stilling me.

  “Lizzy.” His voice was a warning.

  Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I tugged him closer. I leaned my cheek against his, rubbing it against his beard, and a wave of heat rushed through me. Damn, it felt so good. Avery felt so good against me.

  Giving in to his warring feelings, his firm, lean body pressed into me.

  My breath caught. I swallowed the lump in my throat, making a decision. Making the decision that Avery was fucking mine, and I wouldn’t let him go. There would be no transferring to another team, no running away.

  I trailed my hand down his chest slowly, still rubbing my cheek against him. He held his breath as my hand moved slowly down his stomach to the top of his pants. His eyes were closed but I knew that he could sense every movement, every touch. I pressed my chest into him, still rubbing his cheek with mine.

  I was going to make him see it, make him want me. And I was going to Make. Him. Beg.

  I cupped him, feeling his raging erection which was pressed tight against his zipper. I rubbed my finger over the top of his pants, briefly brushing across his tip and a deep rumble came from his chest. His breathing came in and out in shallow flutters and I hooked my finger at the top of his pants, playing with the snap. All it would take was one pull, one tug, and his dick would be in my hands. I paused, drawing out the tension as I moved my lips closer to his.

  Then I pulled away, turned around and walked out the door. “Don’t want to keep them waiting.”

  Trying not to laugh like the Cruella de Vil, I scooted into the back seat of the black Range Rover SUV, a grin on my face. It smelled like leather and the musky scent of masculinity. It seeped into my skin, reminding me of my time with them at the cabin back in Tennessee. For a brief moment, sadness clung to me, reminding me of home.

  Hunter was driving with Easton in the passenger seat, and Christian held his hand towards me from his spot in the back. I grabbed it and he pulled me next to him on the backseat bench.

  All eyes were on me, hungry and needy, and I shivered. I must look hella good in this uniform. I mentally strutted and settled in next to Christian’s muscular body.

  All at once, all eyes shifted to the house and I turned to see Avery slam the front door. By the looks of his pants, he’d taken a second to wrangle his hormones under control. He slid into the back seat beside me, giving me a deathly glare. “Where are we going and what am I doing?” He sounded very angry.

  He also hadn’t participated in the planning, so he had no idea what we were doing.

  Hunter’s eyes watched Avery in the rearview mirror, waiting for him to shut the door. Easton was also staring at Avery but both him and Christian were grinning like the cat that just ate the canary. They all knew that something had happened in the house, but I just smirked, saying nothing.

  “What the hell am I doing?” Avery repeated himself, his voice even lower and more gruff. When no one answered him right away, he slammed his door shut, then folded his arms across his chest, staring out the window.

  Even though there was plenty of room for each of us on the seat, both Christian and Avery pressed into my side. Christian put his hand on my thigh and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “What did you do to him in there?”

  “I can hear you.” Avery didn’t look towards us but kept staring out the window.

  Christian leaned even closer and the smell of salt and wind assaulted my senses, sending them into overdrive and his hand edged higher up my thigh, caressing me softly with his thumb. He whispered louder this time. “He looks like he needs a good screw. And he wishes that screw was you.”

  Suddenly Avery was around me, slamming his fist into Christian’s chest. The guys burst out into laughter and Avery turned his fists onto Easton’s shoulder. When no one hit him back, he slumped back into his seat, still leaning against me. “Just tell me what I need to do, alright?”

  We drove into the city and headed straight for the center. As Easton gave Avery instructions, Christian stroked my thigh with his thumb and it was sending shooting waves of heat up my body. His breath was on my neck every time he spoke, and that was shooting shivers down my spine. His desire pressed into my senses, sparking my own until a slow tinkling of jealousy from Avery began to leak into my feelings. I was bombarded by emotions from both sides: Christian’s determination to take a step towards claiming me and Avery’s angry, jealous, and burning desire. He wanted me but he also wanted to leave. He wanted to make things right but he also wanted to fly away and never return. Even though his arms were folded across his chest with his hands closed into fists, he still leaned against me, squeezing me in between him and Christian. Every time we turned the corner, his elbows brushed against the tips of my boobs, causing them to perk happily.

  I was almost certain it was deliberate. He was getting me back for what I did to him at the house. Every instinct in my body told me it was on purpose but I wasn’t exactly sure because his face was an opaque mask of grumpy.

  To make matters worse, adrenaline was coursing through my body because I was going on my first mission ever and I had no idea what the hell to expect. I knew what I was supposed to do, of course. Hunter ran through it with me until I knew every detail, every act. And yet, I still had this nagging feeling that we should expect the unexpected. That we’d forgotten something. That something wasn’t right.

  I was trying not to hyperventilate as we pulled up to the back alley. As soon as Christian opened his door, I scrambled over him and jumped out of the car and ran up the street.

  I needed space from them for just a minute.

  I was a block away before I even realized what I was doing. I froze, feeling like an idiot and turned back around. They all just stared at me with their damn hotness, their damn fucking mercenaries from hell sexiness and it notched up my emotions. If we weren’t about to do something majorly important, I would force them all back into the car and screw them all, one by one, until I passed out from too much sex. Was that possible?

  Probably.

  Maybe?

  Forcing an easy smile, I jogged back towards them, trying not to look like I’d just bolted from my four sexy guys. Christian smirked at me and I scowled at him, which made him burst into a grin. Karma is a bitch.

  Gah.

  “You okay?” I felt Hunter’s concern for me. He handed me an earpiece.

  I smiled up at him. “Yep. No problems. I’m just fine.” His look told me he didn’t believe me but I didn’t say anything else. I put the speaker thingee in my ear and Hunter clipped it to the front of my uniform, his fingers lingering over my collarbone.


  “Hunter.” Easton’s face was serious. “Get your head in the game.” He looked at Christian and Avery. “You too, guys. Let her focus.”

  Avery looked away, scowling, but Christian’s smile only grew bigger. “Oh, my head’s in the game, alright.”

  Hunter didn’t respond to Easton, but handed me my bag while all the guys opened theirs and suddenly we were all business. We pulled out bulletproof vests and Hunter helped me strap into mine.

  “Are we really going to need these?”

  His look was firm. “We hope for the best and plan for the worst. We never take chances.”

  I swallowed, completely sobering up even though the vests increased their hotness by about a thousand percent. “Of course.”

  Easton sat in the back of the SUV and opened his laptop. We waited until he hacked into the cameras and replaced it using the video feed from Aria.

  While we waited, I watched Easton’s fingers on his laptop, his eyes scrunched at the screen with his glasses on. I decided to make him teach me that stuff one day. After a while, he looked up at me, smiling. “Done.”

  I tried to smile back at him, but I was too nervous. He shut his laptop and pulled on the hook, opening the floor of the SUV. He placed his computer in a special compartment, then shut the door. I heard the latch clamp in place. You’d need the code to open it again.

  Ready now, Hunter looked at Christian. “Christian, you take point. Then Elizabeth. Avery backs her up.” Just like we’d planned.

  Since I had no experience in missions, Hunter was in charge tonight.

  Serious now, Christian stepped ahead and I followed behind him.

  Our mission was to be invisible. To silently slip in and out of the museum, replacing the artifact and, hopefully, without a hitch. Our number one priority was to get the real artifact. Number two was to do it unnoticed.

  Compared to most of the other ops my guys had participated in, this one was easy. The museum wasn’t considered a high target for thieves, mostly because the artifacts’ power being tied to the queen was super hush-hush. It also had a highly sophisticated alarm system, which would be no problem for us since we had the codes.