“Could you get any more cryptic? Honestly, you two guys, I’m starting to think I’m being set up as the loser in the biggest, practical joke ever.”
Slade eyed her as Brimstone's hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him.
Slade's loud sigh made her glance over at him. “Would you say your reaction to being told dragons really do exist would be typical?”
“I may write fantasy stories, but I still live in the real world. Blurring the line and believing in fantasy is craziness, and will get you a one-way trip to a psychiatric ward.”
Slade looked thoughtful, while Amber found her train of thought slipping fast as Brimstone’s large hand skimmed down her side.
“I see, so how would one broach the subject of—”
“Discuss this later, I’m taking my woman for a swim.” Brim gripped her hand and tugged her towards the water.
“Ah, such a romantic.” Slade chuckled behind them. “Talk later, Amber.”
Already used to the ‘Brimstone effect,’ she wasn’t offended he dragged her down the steps and into the cool of the water. They both ignored the whispering and gawking fellow tourists.
I need to get my head read. But, she admitted she felt a little thrill of possession with Brim’s arm banded around her waist. The skinny, more attractive women could drool all they wanted, but Brimstone was all hers.
She welcomed the cool of the water as he pulled her deeper until it reached her shoulders. She was sure they would need an epic flood to sink Brimstone.
“I guess there’s no chance of me drowning with you acting as my depth measure.” She grinned, seeing the funny side of Brim’s height.
“Humans are small and puny.” He gazed down at her, his lips curling up into a half smile. “But you are perfect.”
Well, if his statement didn’t make her feel all mushy inside apart from the ‘human’ part, she would have sighed dreamily. Her eyes wandered again to the dragon on his chest, its eyes following her every movement. Ridiculous, it’s just like one of those creepy paintings where the eyes follow you around the room.
“Seriously, how long did it take them to put this tattoo on? Must have been painful, but my big Brimstone wouldn’t have even flinched,” she sassed.
He bent his knees and sank down into the water, hiding his upper torso, his face coming level with hers. He pulled her off to the side, away from the falls and into a more secluded section, in an outcropping of large and small, reddish brown boulders smoothed by long exposure to the water and elements.
The mixture of the cool water and the heat of Brim’s body as his strong arms banded around her, pulling her flush against him sent sparks off in her brain. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the constant state of arousal in which he kept her all morning finally reached the breaking point.
“You know, we’re meant to be admiring the waterfall and having fun.”
Her tone sounded husky, low.
He grinned. “I am having fun.”
“Cocky bastard, you know we can’t do—” His lips took hers, swallowing her protests. She moaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth, again staking its claim. Everything fell away, the sound of the people milling around, the rumble of the falling water, the soft sounds of the birds, and the soft rustling of the wind.
His hands cupped her ass, his fingers finding their way between her two-piece swimsuit, delving between her folds, easily finding her clit and playing.
She gasped, yanking her mouth away, well aware of where they were and the people watching. “Brim, we can’t…” His lips slid to her throat. “People watching...”
She struggled to keep a rational thought in her head, but thinking and having Brim push his fingers into her muted any rational thought.
He pulled back a moment and started talking in a rich lyrical language she couldn’t identify. A tingly feeling filled the air and the water shimmered.
“What is—?”
“Look around,” Brim rumbled the command. He pulled his fingers out of her and she almost groaned in disappointment, but she did as he asked, peeping around his broad side only to see the whole swimming area empty of people. Her mouth fell open.
“How…what…Where is everyone?”
Brim’s grin widened. “They’re still there, only now no one can see us, and we can’t see them. I cast a simple shield spell.”
“Spell? You’re a magician, or wizard, or something?”
Her eyes flew to his, only to see they were no longer dark brown, but a sparkling ruby red. She struggled in his grasp, trying to pull away, but he held her fast.
“Every dragon has an element of magic; we learn simple spells from an early age.” He must have seen the signs of her panicking as she was having difficulty pulling air into her lungs. “Amber, stay calm, my little one. You know I would cut off my own hand before I hurt you.”
She met his eyes, the ones matching the colour of the dragon on his chest. Her brain still refused to connect the two, despite the evidence staring her in the face, making her heart pound against her rib cage.
“You see proof, I am a dragon and you are my mate.”
“Oh, no, no, no! What did you do, what trick are you playing on me? Real dragons don’t exist, they’re make-believe. I make up stories about them; you’re pandering to my fantasies.”
A rough, manly snort came from his nose. “We exist, but we don’t live in the Human Realm. Do I feel like a fantasy?”
“Yes, you are, I mean, no…but yes…” Her brain was in a dizzying muddle.
He gripped her hand, dragging it down to cover his long, hard cock. “This is real and I am real. Accept it.”
Before she could utter another word, his mouth took hers rough and demanding, like the man who held her. Unable to help herself, she curled her hand around him and squeezed.
Dragon man or not, she loved the raw power of him and how he made her feel even more powerful when he hissed under her touch.
Dragon! He’s a dragon! I’m having sex with a real dragon. Isn’t this every woman’s dream to have her fantasies come to life?
In the back of her mind, the doubt remained, but right here and now, who was she to deny what she always wanted? As a little girl, she grew up loving dragons and now, she had one of her own.
She felt him lift her, her wet backside pressing against warm rock.
“I’ve been wanting to fucking taste you all day.” She felt the vibration of his lips against her neck as he slid down. A sharp tug startled her. He lifted her hips and roughly yanked down the bottom half of her swimsuit.
Not allowing her time to react, or even think, he pushed her legs up and over his shoulders, burying his face at the junction of her thighs.
Her hands wildly gripped for purchase, the breath stolen from her lungs as his hot tongue slid down over her clit and pushed into her hole.
He reached around her left leg, pushing up her top and cupping the freed breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger, hardening the already tight bud.
“Oh, god, oh, yes…” she gasped, completely lost to the fiery sensation burning between her legs, his tongue lapping from end to end. He flicked her clit, and then circled it with his mouth.
They got into a motion, her hips undulating in time with his tongue sliding down between her lips to her hole. When he pushed his tongue into her, she raised her hips to accept him. As he cupped his tongue, and slowly ran it back up toward her clit, her hips relaxed until he sucked it into his mouth and flicked it, causing her to press against his mouth and moan.
Relentlessly, he repeated the action over and over, until she quivered and suddenly burst apart, screaming. Her body shook and trembled, her orgasm reaching its peak.
“Brimstone.” She reached blindly for him. The heat of his mouth left her, and a shadow fell over her as he towered over her, taking her mouth, his hand on her sensitive breast squeezing.
Who the hell cared what he was when he could do this to her?
“Fuck me, I ne
ed you.”
“Damn straight you’re gonna get fucked.” He growled deeply.
She felt his hands on her hips and the connection of his cock at the mouth of her still clenching sex. He pushed slowly into her, making her back arch as he forced her body to accept every long, hard inch of him. Once seated, he still hovered over her.
“Look at me.” She opened her eyes at his command, staring up into his beautiful jewelled eyes. His face strained with barely held restraint. There was something utterly beautiful and irresistible about this strange man, dragon or not.
“I’m going to mate you. You’re mine and I want the world to know. Tell me yes.”
He pulled almost all the way out, the friction causing her to gasp, her nerve endings flaring into pure pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she held onto a small part of her thoughts, wanting to let go and simply feel.
“Say yes.” He growled again, his second slide into her hard and rough, making her moan.
Did she want this? She had no idea what being mated to a dragon, or a mad man would entail.
“Why?” The breathy question slipped out, worry holding her sanity intact.
“Because, you were fated to be mine, and I will treasure and possess you till the end of my days. Be mine, forever.”
“Are you trying to sway me with sex?”
“Is it working?” He twisted his hips and thrust again, hitting her magic button.
“Oh, god, yes!”
“Good enough.”
He gathered her up in his arms, holding her still, and he hammered into her over and over. The hard, brutal fucking made her lose her mind entirely, she lost herself in a sea of pleasure when he quickly took her back to the brink of climax.
She barely felt the sting of sharp teeth in the side of her neck when a powerful orgasm simultaneously ripped through her body. Her scream scattered nearby birds and darkness fringed on the edge of her mind.
She felt something ping, like the snap of a rubber band, and a second heartbeat keeping time with her own.
Above her, Brimstone roared and the unhuman sound made her open her eyes, and catch a glimpse of red scales over his neck before they melted back into his tanned skin. His eyes closed, his body pressed heavily against her, he still cradled her like a precious treasure in his strong arms.
Nothing could explain the feeling swirling inside; she knew they were linked, body and soul. She was mated to a dragon.
There was no mention of love, only possession and fantastic sex. Doubt licked the corners of her mind. What did he do to her? What did she allow to happen? She only recently got out of a bad relationship, and now, she found herself bonded with a creature she didn’t have the first clue about. What would she really be to him?
Her stories never prepared her for the reality of her position.
Her soft whimper made him open his eyes. They were back to brown, hidden behind a veil of magic. He lifted himself off her and they both moaned when he withdrew from her body.
“Are you alright?”
“Apart from the biting and leaving me boneless, peachy.” She slapped at his chest.
A satisfied grin curved up the corner of Brimstone's mouth. He leaned down with a quick kiss and turned to pick up her discarded bottoms.
“You are mine now, I’ve marked you. We are bonded.”
“What you are is more caveman than dragon, Mr the Crusher.” She glared, but he continued to grin while he helped her slide on her bottoms and paused to pet and caress her pussy for a long moment, making little soothing, clucking noises.
She raised her eyebrow at him. “Okay, I get it, you like my pussy. Now, let me put my bottoms on.”
Brimstone’s grin was wicked. “Baby, I fucking love your pussy. Sonnets and poems will be written, wars will be fought, songs will be sung about this pussy. I will need to worship it very often.”
Amber burst out laughing. Maybe this mating thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“I need to drop the shield. Let’s move away. The humans may not have been able to see us, but they could still hear.”
Amber’s eyes widened at the news. “What?!”
Brim swept her up into his arms and she gasped with him actually throwing her, splashing into the middle of the waterhole. When she came up spluttering, there were people around them again. Some were huddled together, whispering about the screaming they heard and staring in the direction of where they had more mind-blowing, amazing sex.
Heat infused Amber's cheeks. Brim continued to grin. She glared, sudden anger tightening her chest, angry at him and herself for letting it happen. “What you are is trouble! Now, leave me alone, I’m going for a real swim and a think about things. I’ll meet you back at the bus.”
She ducked under the water and swam away from him, heading towards the waterhole ramp. She needed time away from the overbearing, dragon man, time to clear her head and figure out her own feelings.
A bony hand grabbed her ankle. She didn’t have any time to react. It pulled her under and down, deeper and deeper, water around her turning pitch black and ice cold. Panic raced through her, and she kicked and struggled. Her lungs heated with the need to breath, desperation and fear swallowing her with the sudden realisation she was about to die.
Chapter 7
Everything was going so well. He marked her and, by the dragon gods, he could scarcely believe what a beauty he had been gifted. However, the angry glare on her face made him pause and his smile fall. The backlash of what he did hit him and he realised she may turn on him and rip off his balls for basically mating her without proper consent. Demon crap!
Slade always warned him about blundering through situations, where, in some circumstances, more tact was needed. Brimstone didn’t have a tactful bone in his dragon body. He wanted her and was tired of waiting to mate her. He should have done it last night, but he’d held back, trying to find some of that ‘tact’. Fucking lot of use it was.
From the furious glare which could scorch the paint off a wall, he thought it best to give her some space, but not much—he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight.
He watched her dive under and licked his lips, his cock hardening, it hadn’t actually deflated. Her body clad in that little outfit made him want to rip it off her, and at the same time shield her from other prying eyes of the human men nearby.
The ripple of energy caught his attention and he scanned around for the source, taking his eyes off Amber for a split second. The feel of her panic gripped him, and the realisation hit when he glanced down to see the sudden, black water where it once was clear. He felt the distinctive kind of dark magic of...“Demons!” he growled, his own powers charging like electricity in the air, his eyes bleeding back to their normal colour, not caring if any human saw him.
How dare demons snatch his mate from right under his nose! Rage, like wildfire, raced through his veins; he and his dragon roared as one. No one and nothing took what was his and lived.
“Brimstone!”
He caught sight of Slade who, no doubt, felt the power of the teleport and raced through the water, alarm on his face. There was no time to wait. He took a lung full of air and dived into the water, letting his dragon burst free while he followed the teleport into the darkness.
Although teleporting was an easy way to get around, it left residue magic which faded after a short time. So, a magic creature who could teleport himself could follow another.
He wasn’t called Brimstone the Crusher for no reason. First, he would tear their limbs off and beat them with them, before slicing open their chests with his talons, ripping out their hearts, and crushing them between his claws.
* * * *
Twice, Amber squeezed her eyes shut, only to open them and find the same thing. Did she hit her head and now was living through a plot from one of her books? She was sure she passed out from lack of oxygen and woke up in the dark, shivering with cold, and a full moon shining over a large, glassy, frozen lake. Under her stil
l swimwear-clad body were smooth pebbles of a shore. Standing staring out over the lake was the oddest creature she has ever seen.
Have I wandered onto the set of a horror or zombie movie? Soon, the thing standing next to her would remove the really good, special effect mask and tell her everything was fine, and he was only an extra in a film.
Huddling, she tried to stop her limbs from going numb, which was already too late for her feet. She attempted to stand, but the bitter cold was too much to bear, and she crumpled back to the ground, doing all she could to not turn into an icy-pop. So much for drowning, she would die of hypothermia instead.
“Bloody hell, it’s cold.” Even the split ends of her hair shook.
The creature turned. She saw its red, glowing eyes with nothing like the beauty of Brimstone's. No, these were malevolent and pure evil. The creature's skin was a horrid, weathered, black leather and, sunken against sharp angled bones, raised horn-like bumps ran from its forehead over the top of its skull, disappearing behind the clothes it wore. Despite a fleshy, muscled upper torso, its lower arms were long and bony.
All doubt vanished. This was no human, disguised as a creature from the beyond. Demon. The word popped into her head.
Man, this would be great research material if she wasn’t scared out of her mind and about to freeze to death.
“You’re not in hell, yet, human.”
She shuddered at the grating pitch of the creature’s voice, worse than fingernails scraping down a blackboard.
She hesitated asking another question, really not wanting to hear it talk again. Another feeling taking residence in her chest was the keen absence of one large, seven foot man, as if a part of her soul has been rather sharply removed. She wanted…no, needed…to see him, feel his arms around her. She wrapped her own arms around herself, trying not to shake from the cold, and stumbled to her feet.
“Brimstone.” She didn’t realise she whispered his name until the thing talked again, making her wince.
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