Bound in Flames: Paranormal BBW Shapeshifter Dragon Romance (Drachen Mates Book 1)

by Milly Taiden

  “I know you’re wet.” He approached her like a predator stalking his prey. “Don’t bother denying it. I can slide my fingers between your pink folds and know they’re slick for me.”

  She stumbled another step back. “That’s quite a claim.”

  One she wasn’t willing to deny. But she wasn’t going to agree either.

  His eyes glowed gold. “Fact. Not a claim. I also know your skin’s hot from how turned on you are. No man has ever made you this hungry for more of what we had by the river.” He was so close. She could almost raise her hand and touch that sexy face of his. “I’m taking more than your body tonight, Morgan.” He took her hand and raised it to his lips.

  “Tor…”

  “Only your body will satisfy the raging lust and my need to fuck you until I come so deeply inside you, no one will ever question you’re mine.” He kissed her palm and rubbed it on his cheek. “Your heart? I’m not giving it back. It’s mine. I can satisfy your every craving to be fucked like the goddess you are, but your heart is taken. It belongs to me, just like mine belongs to you now.” He licked the tip of one of her fingers. “And your soul? It’s already found a home with mine.”

  “Tor, you can’t be serious.”

  “I am. I love every fucking gorgeous inch of you. Every generous dip and curve. Everything.”

  SIXTEEN

  Morgan gasped. He curled a hand around her neck and pulled her toward him. His lips came crashing down on hers, twining and curling over each other like desperate animals in heat.

  She might argue with him about the fact he was going to end up mated to some other woman, but for now, she wanted him for herself. She wanted him so damn badly. Even if only for a little bit.

  There was too much going on inside her to think. She gave in to the raging need coursing through her veins. Her hands roamed his wet torso and yanked at the towel. Her mind filled with the image of what he’d done to her earlier. It was his turn to be pleasured.

  His needs became hers. She pulled from their kiss and dropped into a crouch, taking him deeply into her mouth. He groaned and gripped her long hair back, thrusting forward. “Morgan, fuck! You don’t have to do this now.”

  She ignored him and continued. She’d been dying to taste him and now she knew he was delicious and bigger than she’d ever anticipated. He took up every bit of space in her mouth. She sucked hard, flicking her tongue under his shaft and jerking him at the same time. His groans of pleasure and the harder grip on her hair told her all she needed to know. He liked it.

  Suctioning her cheeks tightly, she jerked him harder and faster, using her spit to lubricate him and add ease of sliding down her throat.

  There wasn’t much time to enjoy her work on his cock, he tugged on her shoulders and lifted her. Her clothes were shredded before she had a chance to ask why didn’t he tell her to take them off.

  She was then facing the balcony’s ornate stone railing. He pushed her legs wide and knelt behind her. He tugged her ass back and within seconds his face was between her legs, his tongue draping up and down her pussy and up to her ass.

  She squealed and pushed her ass into his face. She gripped the railing and felt her knees shake from the instant tension winding at her core. He continued flicking his tongue over her asshole and down to her pussy. He licked and thrust into her sex, fucking her with it.

  Her moans and groans grew louder as he increased the speed and rotation of his tongue. She’d never met a man who could do the things he was doing. With his tongue or in general. She rocked her hips on his face, wiggling back and forth, looking for his tongue to go deeper. He pressed a finger over her clit and rubbed furiously from side to side. The intense heat that was already building inside her exploded into an all-out roaring blaze.

  She screamed and her knees buckled but he held her upright, cupping her ass cheeks. Her pussy grasped at nothing for a second before he was there, thrusting his hard, slick cock into her.

  “Fucking hell, you’re still coming, aren’t you?” He groaned.

  She moaned, her pussy gripping and contracting on his cock as he thrust and retreated, quickly falling into a fast and hard rhythm.

  “I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you,” he growled.

  “Oh yeah?” she asked, her lungs burning. “How’s that?”

  “Like I’d give my last fucking breath for you.” He kissed the back of her shoulder. “Like if tomorrow never comes, I’d die a happy man because I got to spend tonight with you by my side.”

  She felt the first twinges of fire flaring at her center. The heat spread, consuming her with its power. Then she was blazing. A new hoarse scream lodged in her throat. The sense of pure bliss cooled the heat and took her body from boiling to a low simmer.

  Her pussy grasped at his driving cock. He increased his speed. Harder. Faster. Until he was grinding his pelvis into her pussy, finally stopping when he came. He roared, his cock growing larger and taking every breath of space in her channel. He came deeply inside her, filling her with his cum.

  Once he was done, he pulled out slowly and turned her to face him. He kissed her softly, claiming her lips as his once again. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bed.

  “I like this Neanderthal side of you.”

  He chuckled and lowered her to the sheets, lying next to her and pulling her back in his arms. “I aim to please.”

  “All that stuff you said outside,” she murmured.

  “I meant every word.”

  She cleared her throat. “Tor.”

  “I wish you’d be able to look inside my heart. You’d see the truth to my words. I’ve gone a lifetime alone. A lifetime without someone I could love.”

  She bit her lip. “That’s a long time.”

  “I’d give up every year I have of life just to spend another night with you.”

  “Don’t say that! I can’t imagine a situation where that would be necessary.”

  “It doesn’t matter. I’d do it. I’d give everything to ensure you will always be mine.”

  She sighed and raked her nails down his abs. “Nothing is guaranteed in life.”

  “You’re right,” he said, his voice losing some of its strength. “Sometimes we don’t have a choice when hard realities come to remind us we don’t always get what we want.”

  She wasn’t sure what he was referring to, but that reminded her that he’d find a mate soon and she’d be all but forgotten.

  * * *

  It was late at night when a vision woke her. She shot up in bed, her heart pounding at her throat.

  “What’s wrong?” Tor asked, his voice clear of sleep as if he hadn’t been asleep a moment ago.

  “My mother. Something’s wrong. I dreamt she was being attacked by some of those black dragons.”

  “Dreamt?”

  “Sorry,” she shook her head. “It was more of a vision. I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that she’s in trouble and she needs me.”

  She rushed over to her cell phone and dialed her mother. There was no answer. Her stomach clenched, nausea rolled up the back of her throat. “Oh, my god. It’s bad. I sense it. I need to go to her.”

  Tor was already rushing into his jeans. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you to her in no time. Go get dressed.”

  She prayed her mother was fine and this sick sensation was just a bad dream and not a real vision. But she had a feeling there was something terrible happening to Lara. She had to get there. Her hands shook in her frantic haste to run to her room and get dressed. She could only hope she found her mother alive when she got there. Her instincts told her she wouldn’t.

  SEVENTEEN

  “Lara?” Morgan called out, shoving the broken down door open. She almost lost her glasses when she tripped on a lamp. Her senses reeled. Pain gutted her from the inside. She could barely keep her legs from buckling. “Lara!”

  She heard Tor behind her, trying to get past the furniture strewn all over the house. “I don’t sense any Noir inside.
”

  She gulped, hoping that whatever happened was just an accident. “Lara?”

  A soft groan sounded from somewhere. She did a full circle looking for the noise and finally ran to a shelf on the floor. “Lara?”

  She tried to move the piece of furniture but it was heavy. Tor rushed to her side and moved it like it weighed nothing. She dropped to her knees and pushed the books off Lara. “Are you okay?”

  Lara met her gaze and winced. “I’ll be fine.”

  “You’re not fine. You have a lot of pain,” she gasped, trying not to let the overwhelming sensations cripple her. “God, Lara. What happened?”

  “I think we should get her out of here,” Tor told her. He carefully picked Lara up in his arms and carried her out of the house, back to his SUV. “She’ll be better protected at the mansion, but she really needs to be seen by a doctor. I know where to take her.”

  “How will we get there?” she asked. “I don’t think she should be in a car for a long time. She needs medical help now.”

  “We’ll take the helicopter. It’s in a private pad not far from here and the private clinic I’m thinking of has a landing pad as well.”

  Lara passed out at that point. Morgan was glad for that in a sense. She knew her mother was in a lot of pain and it was devastating to know she could do nothing to help. “She’s going to need a doctor soon. Will there be someone available to help her?”

  “Don’t worry,” Tor replied back in the driver’s seat. “I know who to call.”

  * * *

  After what felt like forever, but must have been no more than forty-five minutes, they got to the private clinic. The building had guards and big gates. She didn’t have time to wonder why, but made a mental note to ask later.

  They were met outside by a medical team with a stretcher. Lara was rushed inside. Tor held her back, informing her that they’d let them know when they could visit with Lara.

  She gulped, her chest felt tight and her lungs burned from how much it hurt to breathe. Lara was in so much pain. She could only hope her mother got relief soon. She’d never been able to feel her like she had this night.

  “I can’t believe she was attacked in her own home.”

  He curled his arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. She burrowed her face into his T-shirt and inhaled. The scent of man that was his alone calmed the frantic beating of her heart.

  “I hate to say this, but I’m surprised they left her alive.”

  She gasped, glanced up and met his gaze. “What do you mean?”

  “Sayeh and the Noir are not nice people. They don’t care about anything but themselves and their sick need for revenge against us. Humans are pawns. They’d easily kill your kind without a second thought.”

  She allowed him to hug her tighter and pressed her head to his chest. His heart beat under her ear. The rhythmic sound gave her something to focus on. He glided his hands up and down her back, soothing away her fears. Though she’d spent her life locked out of Lara’s emotions, she still cared about her. How could she not?

  The woman was her mother. She remembered a time when she was a little girl and Lara had been loving and caring. Those were the brief memories she held on to every single day. If she didn’t, she’d just have another reason to feel unwanted, something she refused to do.

  She sat in the leather sofas in the waiting area next to Tor, holding his hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world. At that moment, it was.

  “I hope she’s okay,” she sighed. “I haven’t felt her pain in a while.”

  “I’m sure she will be fine. The hardest part is over, we got her here and she’s alive,” he told her, his arm going around her shoulders and squeezing her into his side.

  “You know something?” she asked, glancing down at their entwined fingers. “I don’t really know much about you, other than the fact you’re a great kisser and amazing in bed.”

  He gave a soft growl and pressed a kiss to her temple. “What do you want to know?”

  She glanced up at his eyes. There was a rim of silver around his dark irises. It gave him that beastly look she had become a huge fan of. “Tell me anything, but help me keep the worst scenarios out of my mind or I’ll go crazy waiting for the doctor to come out.”

  “Okay. I’ve lived through many eras. One of my favorites was the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The clothing the women wore was much nicer than the stuff they use now.”

  She smiled and thought back to a movie she and Lexi had once watched. “Those long dresses like in Jane Austen?”

  “Something like that. They were sometimes fluffy, but the necklines were low. Still, they were nice. The designs called more attention than what’s used now.”

  “What else did you like about that time?” she asked.

  “It was easier to shift, though it was harder to get clothes back on. Those breeches were a pain in the ass.” He laughed. “It was easier to fly at night. There were no videos or planes or people looking for UFOs. It was simple.”

  “Wow,” she shook her head, “I didn’t realize how difficult it must be for you guys now.”

  “It’s not that bad, sweetheart. We are very careful, and for the most part, stay up in our mountain. We have our businesses and only deviate from our regular human lives when something important happens.”

  She grinned. “I still haven’t been able to help you guys figure out anything about your mates.”

  “You’ve only been with us a few days. Give it time,” he said and lifted the hand he had entwined with hers and tipped her chin back, lowering his head to give her a kiss she needed oh so badly. His lips brushed hers and peace glided over every cell in her body.

  There was no urgency to the meeting of their mouths. He gave her warmth, strength through their touch. She wanted to say love, but the idea that a man she’d met just a few days ago could make her feel love was extra scary. She pulled back from their kiss, her heart racing and her blood pumping in her ears.

  “I don’t know that I can let you go, Morgan,” he said.

  She frowned. “What do you mean?”

  EIGHTEEN

  Someone cleared their throat and they both turned to see the doctor.

  “Mrs. Polley is doing well. She’s got some broken ribs, lots of bruising, and a sprained wrist and ankle, but otherwise, she’ll be fine. We need to keep her here for a while. There’s some swelling at the back of her head I want to monitor and to ensure no internal bleeding is happening.” He smiled and glanced from Morgan to Tor. “She’s asking to speak with you both. She’s pretty heavily medicated for the pain, so she might not make much sense.”

  Morgan nodded and glanced at Tor. “Let’s go.”

  Before they went inside, she tried to steel herself for her mother’s emotions and pain. As she approached her, she got the sense that Lara was trying hard to bring back the wall she’d always kept around her emotions. Morgan could see the bruises on her mother’s face much clearer now. There were black and blues forming on her jaw, finger marks around her neck and bruises on her arms. She felt like throwing up from just seeing that.

  “I’m okay, Morgan,” she said softly. “I know this is not a pretty sight, but I’m going to be fine.”

  “What happened?”

  Lara glanced at Tor and then back at her. “I need to tell you some things, Morgan. Things I’m not sure you’ll understand.”

  Morgan went around the bed and realizing her mother needed comforting, sat at the edge of the bed and held her hand. “You don’t have to explain if you’re not up to it. It’s fine.”

  Lara smiled and shook her head. “No, baby. I have to.”

  The name took Morgan by surprise. Her last memory of Lara calling her baby was when she was four years old. That was a long ass time ago. “Lara, is everything okay?”

  Lara’s eyes filled with tears. “I’ve missed you calling me mom for so long,” she choked out and squeezed at Morgan’s hand.

  What the hell was going on? Ha
d she been hurt worse than Morgan realized? “You have?”

  Lara nodded. “When you were little, it was the most amazing thing. All you did was say mommy all day long.”

  “I don’t understand what’s going on here. My boarding school said calling you mommy wasn’t appropriate and a term you didn’t like.”

  Lara choked on another sob. “You were so small. And your abilities were too much for you. I didn’t know what to do.” She sniffled and gave Tor a slight nod when he handed her a box of tissues. “You don’t remember, but your father died of a heart attack on a trip to the fair.”

  She frowned, racking her brain but coming back with nothing. She had no recollection of her father’s death. She remembered him, but she only knew he’d died of a heart attack when she got older, never really getting all the details before. She knew from her mother’s pain that she had no reason to lie to her about this. Everything she said was true. “I don’t remember.”

  “I know.” She cleared her throat. “When Michael fell to the ground in pain, you did the same. It was heartbreaking to see my daughter feeling the same pain her father felt as he died.”

  Dear god. A knot formed in her throat. She couldn’t imagine seeing her child going through something like that. “But I don’t remember.”

  “It doesn’t matter. After losing your dad, I had a hard time with my emotions and you were paying the price. At first, I really thought I could handle it, but when my instability grew, I didn’t know what to do.

  “Your gift grew more with each passing day. I’d come home to find that you’d gone to the park and someone thinking of suicide had come too close to you. The pain you were in was…too much,” she met Morgan’s gaze, giving her a pleading look.

  “One of your daycare teachers was being abused by her husband and things just got worse.” She pursed her lips. “I called someone who’d been a lifelong friend of your father’s. She mentioned she’d helped open up a boarding school that might be the place for you. Away from so much emotion and where you’d be able to grow up with less pain around you.”