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

by Ava Mason

  “Have you, uh… Have you ever heard of any magical powers that dragons can have…” I glanced at him then back at the blanket. “Sexual powers?” I blushed.

  He gently pulled my chin up to look him in the eyes.

  “Yes, I have heard of that.”

  “And, and… how does it work? Does the… recipient have any… any control over their feelings?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. He looked into my eyes, a fierce look on his face. “Elizabeth, you are not at fault for anything that happened there.”

  Suddenly, tears were streaming down my face and I was sucking in the sobs that threatened to spill out. He pulled me into his arms, rocking me gently and I lost myself in him, his kindness, his love.

  I was surprised by my emotions. I didn’t realize how I was really feeling until now. Angry and so… So violated. But his touch, his concern, his everything made me feel like I was okay, everything would be fine.

  I pulled up and took in his face, the troubled look in his eyes, the straight nose, and the heavenly scent that I came to know as Christian. I kissed him, pulling his jaw forward to deepen the kiss. His hands went to my shoulders, holding them tight, then he slowly pushed me away, breaking the kiss and I looked up at him.

  “Are you sure this is what you want, Pinky?”

  I nodded. “Yes. This is what I want.” I was sure of it. I was a fighter. And I wasn’t going to let anything she did stop me from enjoying every single bit of life. “I want you to erase everything she did from my body.”

  He began to kiss me and climbed out from under the covers. His lips caressed mine as he pulled me closer. And then he sat up, kneeling across from me, staring into my eyes. Reaching down, he slowly pulled up my shirt. I held up my arms and he drug it over my head, flinging it to the floor. I felt a sudden sense of relief. Like he’d just taken away my pain with the flick of his wrist.

  His eyes slowly took me in, betraying his desire. “You are so sexy.”

  I burned inside. Burned with his smoldering eyes on me, his sexy lips itching to touch me, burned with feeling for him. The heat rose as he took my hand, placing soft kisses up my arm.

  His lips were warm and his healing power slowly seared up into my arm. He moved higher, to my shoulder and up my neck, then down to my chest. Each touch of his lips burned and scalded my insides, burning through Ember’s hate and manipulation and lust. Burning her from my mind.

  He moved slowly, and even though my whole body was on fire, he didn’t miss a single inch of my skin, my pain, my heartache. His teeth grazed the bottom of my feet and up to my ankles. The heat stirred hotter as his lips moved up my thighs.

  I groaned as his fingers tugged my shorts off. I opened my legs, giving him everything of me, baring myself completely, as his pulsing warm healing powers ran up my leg into my core. I was so wet, so needy, so hot for his thick dick inside me. I closed my eyes, squirming and pressing my chest forward as his tongue made its way up my inner thigh to the vee of my legs.

  He paused and I looked up at him. He was staring at my pussy like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Then his tongue snaked out and he licked my clit, just once. He kissed it tenderly and everything in me felt whole and clean, so fucking taken care of and loved. And so fucking ready for him. His loving touches lit my whole body, igniting it until it was a blazing, raging need for him.

  I moaned, sitting up to taste his wet mouth, to lean into him, into his strong hands that were lovingly caressing and exploring. I ran my fingers down his chest to the top of his sweats and swiped my finger in the curly hair snaking out of the top. And then I hooked my fingers on the top of his pants and pulled it down. His erection sprung out and I grasped his hardness in my hand, stroking it softly.

  “Shit, Lizzy.” His lips pressed into mine again, devouring me like a man who hadn’t had a drink for weeks. His hands gripped my jaw, and he pressed his chest into me. My whole body responded to his passion. I ground myself against him, moaning his name. Needing him inside me, needing his love to fill me up.

  But first, I wanted him on my lips, to show how much I fucking loved him.

  I leaned forward, pushing him. He fell onto his back and I pulled his legs out from under him, yanking off his sweats. I stared in awe at his sexy body as he stretched out across the bed, his dick an open invitation. Climbing in between his legs, I stroked his thickness.

  “You like this?”

  He nodded, groaning, and his arms went over his head, clutching at the sheets. I watched him as I stroked, loving the look on his face, loving that I was turning him on. Then I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the head. He sucked in a deep breath and I smiled, grasping the base with my hand. I moved my mouth slowly, deliberately, down his shaft.

  He thrust forward, clasping my head to him and I took him in all the way to the back of my throat. Then I pulled back to the tip, swirling my tongue while my hands milked his cock. He groaned again, making sexy growling noises in the back of his throat as I moved up and down over him. I spread my legs wider, sinking deeper, sucking harder and faster. I needed him inside me.

  “Shit, Lizzy.” He grasped my hand, arching his back, bucking his hips into me as I fell into him, claiming him with my mouth, my heart, with breathless gasps. I relished in the power I had over him and my necklace pulsed at my chest, bathing us in her warm power.

  Suddenly, his hand was on my head, stopping me. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t take any…” He sat up, jerking me forward and I fell onto his chest. His eyes stared into mine. His voice was deep and sexy. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes.” I nodded, frowning, upset that he didn’t let me finish. “And If you don’t stop treating me like I’m going to break, I’ll—”

  Growling, he didn’t let me finish my sentence. In one motion he flipped me on my stomach, pinning me to the bed. Then he yanked on my hips, pulling my ass up into the air. My face mashed into the bed as he pulled my hands behind my back. He reached over me and I heard the side drawer open. A silky material threaded around my wrists and he pulled them together in a smooth, threading motion, tying them behind my back.

  I was vulnerable and exposed.

  He leaned over me again, his voice harsh and biting as he wrapped one hand lightly around my throat, rubbing his hard dick against my side. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to think I hate your pussy. Now, spread your legs for me, Pinky.” He yanked my legs apart and they strained to keep me upright as his hands ran up my inner thigh.

  Fuck.

  I moaned, twisting my hips as shooting pain slowly traveled up and into the softness of my vulva. I cried out, coming undone at his touch, panting with need.

  “Yes, Christian. More.”

  “Is this what you do want? You don’t want me to treat you like a poor, broken, kitten?”

  “Yes.” I moaned into the bed, straining at the ties at my wrists. Then his hand came down across my ass, striking it. I cried out, then strained to push it out higher. More. He bit it, then rubbed his nose across it, licking and biting, spreading my legs wider to slide his finger between my lips harshly.

  I rubbed myself against his hand; my juices pooled in his fingers, running down my thighs and his wrists. I was leaking with want and need as his fingers expertly played with me. My mouth fell open and I bit the blanket as pleasure and pain from his power bit into my pussy.

  Then he pulled me back up onto my knees, thrusting my chest forward with my hands still behind my back. He wrapped his hands in my hair, tugging my head to the side to expose my neck.

  “Fuck, Pinky. I want you so bad.” His hand came up to my neck, splaying his fingers over it. Then he scraped his teeth across my jaw. “Ever since I saw your sad, sexy face, I wanted you in my bed, under me, my cock jutting and fucking you.”

  “Yes.” I panted. “Fuck me, Christian.”

  His hand came up to my nipple, pinching it
and sending a shot of electricity through me. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.”

  I leaned into him, staring into his eyes. “That's right, Christian. You’ll fuck me when you're ready. But you're going to fuck me harder and deeper and faster than you’ve ever fucked anyone before. Make me scream your name.”

  Growling, he pushed me back onto the bed. My hands were still tied behind my back and he leaned over me, not touching me. His green eyes were so dark and intense, staring into the soul of my Alpha. Daring me to come out and play. I growled, lifting my head to bite his lip.

  Blood dripped into my mouth and I licked it, still staring into his eyes. “Make me scream, Christian.”

  Growling, he pushed his thumbs into my hips, pressing me into the bed so that my breasts pushed out and my nipples’ tips pebbled in the cool air. He dug his knee up into my cunt, spreading my thighs. And then my body was open and pressing outward, completely on display for him.

  “You’re like fucking dessert, spread out for me like this.” His cock, hard and firm, pressed against my thigh. “God, you’re sexy.” He moaned, submitting to his temptation, and rammed his dick into my soft folds. I was dripping with want, so tight on the edge of the precipice of loosing it, and he slid in and out easily, harshly, clinging to me. Then his hands wrapped behind my back, pulling and yanking until my wrists were free.

  Everything inside me threatened to bust. The necklace at my neck was hot and blue magic shot out and into the room. I gripped onto his shoulders and wrapped my ankles around his back. I dug my heels into his back, thrusting my hips to force him deeper into me. I closed my eyes as he pounded into me; all I could do was love and feel and fuck and take him into me, the big fucking dragon that he was.

  “Yes,” my voice came out desperate and needy. “More, harder.”

  He slammed into me harder, his pubic bone slamming against my clit. Every hit of his bone against my clit sent me high, higher and I was so close, so high. He pulled my hands up, pinning them over my head as he fucked me, pulling my knee to my chest, spreading me wider for his dick. Panting and puffing, I shifted my hips to urge him faster, deeper, harder.

  Then his thumb, warm and silky, dug into the soft flesh of my clit and my hips jerked forward, as a wave of lust ripped over me. His thumb dug in harder, scraping against my clit with no forgiveness, no absolution, just fucking me with his cock and his thumb harsher and faster. “Yes, fuck, Christian, yes!” Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me, shredding me to pieces.

  And then his cum shot up into me, filling all the missing pieces of my body, my heart, my mind and I jerked one more time, letting a soft orgasm roll through me.

  He fell into me and I wrapped my hands around his back, his breathing harsh. His hands gripped me tight, like he never wanted to let go. I trailed my fingers down his back, feeling his warm breath over my shoulder.

  “Fuck, Christian. That was amazing.”

  He tilted his head to nip my ear. “You liked it?”

  I nodded, whispering. “Yes.”

  I pressed my palms into his back, holding him close to my chest. We lay like that for a moment, feeling, touching, loving, being.

  “Lizzy.”

  I looked at him.

  “I love you. I’m glad we’re sharing. It feels right.”

  A wave of warmth and love overwhelmed me. Fuck, Christian just gave and gave and it made me feel so fucking wanted and loved.

  I hugged him close. “I love you, babe.” I rubbed my cheek against his. “I fucking love you.”

  We lay on the bed like that for a while, listening to the sounds of the birds and the guys playing soccer. Their playful banter was a soothing balm to my soul, happy that everyone was getting along.

  “Do you feel any better?” His voice rumbled through his chest and it made me shiver.

  I nodded, even though his eyes were closed. “Mhmm.”

  “Good.” His finger circled my nipple and it perked for him. “I’m glad. Did you want to talk about it?”

  I closed my eyes, joining him in the darkness to focus my thoughts on the attention he was giving my nipple. “Not really.”

  I felt him nod against my breast. “Okay.” We fell into the quiet, each lost in our thoughts. I felt his breathing, slow and steady on my chest. He was probably lost in his thoughts but his finger was still flicking my nipple and I was starting to come alive again. Then he rolled it in between his fingers and a moan slipped out.

  I opened my eyes, staring at him lazily. He was looking up at me, a smirk on his face.

  I smiled, pressing my chest out. “I love it when you play with my nipples.”

  He grinned and flicked it again. “Like this?”

  I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes, like that.”

  Giving me a mischievous grin, he leaned down and bit the tip. “Like this?”

  Growling, I flipped him over onto his back, straddling him. I rubbed myself against him, sliding over his slick body. “You want more?” I moved down, sliding myself over his budding erection. “You want my pussy again?”

  He sat up, pulling me to him as my hips moved over him. His gaze betrayed his desire, his words a plea in my ear. “I’ll always want you, Lizzy.”

  I pulled a bottled water out of the fridge, handing one to Christian.

  He grinned, thanking me, and the soft and sweet dragon was back. I stepped into him, nuzzling his neck and his fingers traced my back.

  “Where’d the rest of the guys go?”

  The house and yard were empty. He shrugged, then tipped his water bottle and I watched his lips as he cupped the lid, drinking. I shivered, remembering those lips on me and then leaned back over the fridge, grabbing another one.

  Just as I finished gulping down the whole bottle, the front door opened. Avery, Hunter and Easton rushed inside, holding bags of groceries. They were laughing and immediately the house felt full, happy.

  I threw my bottle in the recycling, then ran to help them.

  Avery handed me two bags, smirking at me. “Good to see you leave your room, squirt.”

  I rolled my eyes, smiling. “Jealous?” I teased him.

  He leaned over and, wrapping his hand around my jaw, kissed me. I couldn’t touch him, wrap my arms around him like I wanted to, so I just leaned into the kiss. Then he pulled back, staring into my eyes. Reaching up, he pinched my cheek. “Maybe.” Grinning, he walked back towards the front door to grab more groceries.

  “I haven’t forgotten you owe us dinner!” I call out to him.

  He waved a hand at me before walking out the door. “Got it!”

  I smiled, then turned back around, feeling just so damn lucky to have a houseful of sexy, amazing, and considerate men. Hunter was putting food in the fridge and I took a moment to appreciate his fine ass. Then I walked to the counter to unload my bags.

  “Here, let me show you where things go.” Easton stepped up next to me, opening the cupboards to help. Avery came back inside with the last of the groceries and began to pull out mixing bowls and pans.

  When everything was put away, Easton grabbed my hand. “Let me show you the house.”

  I grinned as he tugged me into the living room. From what I remembered from last night, the outside of the house looked like a French villa, with front gardens that were just starting to sprout little plants. The inside was large and sprawling, and it took us a while to go through it. I clutched Easton’s hand as he showed me the living room that had several skylights and was decorated with antique French furniture. The French resemblance ended after that, though, and he led me through the hallway, pointing out everyone’s rooms. My guys all had their own, and they were decorated according to their own taste. There were also several spare bedrooms, a billiard room, and a bowling alley.

  Then he drug me outside. There was a pool and a jacuzzi, and an empty field where I assumed they were playing soccer earlier. When I saw the pool, I shook my head. “Now, why the hell didn’t we stay here earlier?”

  He turned to me
, grinning. “Cuz the gym is small, and it’s in the basement. It’s doable for the basics but not very nice. And you were in training, remember?”

  I smiled, remembering. “Yeah.”

  “But we’ll have to use that gym now, because we’re staying here for a few days, maybe even longer. Until they figure out what to do with us. In the meantime, I’m going to just relax and enjoy myself.” His eyes darkened. “And I can think of several ways to enjoy you, too, now that you’ve officially asked us to share.”

  My eyebrows rose. “Oh, really?”

  He grinned. “Yeah, really.” He wrapped his arms around me. I lifted my face to him, ready for a kiss, but instead he picked me up and dropped me in the pool.

  I froze as I slipped underwater. The water was cold! I pushed off the bottom and broke out of the water, yelling. “You bastard! It’s freezing!”

  He jumped in beside me, and when he broke the surface, he was grinning. I splashed water at him. “Thanks a lot.”

  Growling, he grabbed my hand, glancing at my tits that were nice and perky and showing plainly through Christian’s white t-shirt. He pushed me back into the wall, nuzzling my neck. Suddenly, I wasn’t as cold anymore. His tongue snaked out, sampling the pool water off my neck. “Now this is more what I had in mind.” He gripped me to him, moving his thumbs over the tips of my breasts and I fell into him, surrendering. “Be prepared Lizzy, because we’re all hungry for you. And we plan on fucking you into oblivion these next few days, each one taking turns until we’re all satisfied.”

  I leaned against him, nodding. “Okay.” I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to.

  His fingers lowered, playing with the tie to my sweats. “Ever had sex in the pool, Lizzy?”

  There was loud, roaring noise and Avery, Christian, and Hunter rushed to the pool. I looked up in time to see them jump in. I laughed at Avery’s large smile as he curled into a ball before hitting the water.