by Brenda Trim
“This is mine,” he declared, and her dragon surged beneath her skin. Surprisingly, Cambree enjoyed his possessiveness and opened further to him.
His green eyes stayed glued to her brown ones while his tongue darted out and flicked through her folds. A moan slipped past her lips, and her hips surged toward him beyond her control. This seemed like too much too soon. It was such an intimate act, but she didn’t want him to stop. It felt too good.
She shivered when he blew on her wet core. “You’re absolutely perfect. To watch you come alive is a sight to behold.”
Cambree opened her mouth to debate his assertion, but her mind blanked the second he licked her sensitive bundle of nerves. There was no room for shy or demure when a male’s face was buried between your legs. Lorne was all over her core, licking and sucking and nipping as he feasted on her. All she could do was lay back, and enjoy the incredible sensations assaulting her body. It was beyond anything she ever imagined.
When Lorne sucked her clit into his mouth and inserted a finger into her sheath, Cambree’s eyes rolled back in her head and her thigh muscles clenched. At breakneck speed, a coil tightened low in her belly.
“Lorne,” she moaned. He added a second finger and catapulted her over the edge as an orgasm blazed through her body.
“Ahh,” Cambree screamed as she felt every thrust of his fingers, and rode the waves of bliss. Her orgasm was indescribable, and her body quivered from head to toe.
As the spasms subsided, Lorne withdrew his fingers then draped his large frame over her body. His bare chest pressed into her aching nipples, but it was the hard length against her hip that grabbed her attention.
“You’re naked,” she panted as she tried to catch her breath. When did he take off his pants? It was slightly embarrassed that she’d be so lost in pleasure she was oblivious to his movements.
He chuckled against her neck where he was kissing and nipping her flesh. “You were a bit distracted.”
She felt his shaft pulse against her leg, and panic assailed. “Lorne, I have no idea what I’m doing. I want you to enjoy this, too,” she confessed and met his gaze. Green eyes pierced her soul.
“I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. Reach down and touch me, Cam,” he ordered, and she felt compelled to comply.
Her hand reached between their bodies, and she wrapped her fingers around his penis. She’d never seen one and certainly hadn’t felt one before. She was shocked at how hard it was, yet the flesh surrounding it was silky smooth. She moved up and down its long length, and Lorne groaned.
“Be careful, or it may go off in your hand,” he husked.
Curious, Cambree chanced a peek. His anatomy was gorgeous. And, massive. No way would that fit inside her body. Tentatively, she ran a finger over the spongey tip, and moisture leaked into her palm.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you do that so soon,” Cambree confessed.
His chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “Baby, when I cum you’ll know it. That was just letting you know how much I enjoy your touch.
“I see,” Cam replied and felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “I have a confession,” she added as she continued to rub along Lorne’s length.
The feel of his penis in her hand fascinated her. She hoped one day she would be brave enough to take him in her mouth and return the pleasure he so freely gave. She wanted to know what it would feel like to bring this gorgeous male to orgasm with her mouth.
“What’s that, Cam?” he moaned as she stroked him from base to tip.
“I’m a…”
“Virgin? Yes, I know,” he panted. “I want to be your first, and only.”
Cambree stopped what she was doing and stared into the most loving eyes she’d ever seen. “Only?” she whispered.
“Yes, beautiful one. I cannot imagine another male touching you. Ever,” Lorne declared and placed a tender kiss to her lips.
Nothing enflamed Cambree like Lorne kissing her. She thought she would combust as arousal blasted through her body.
“I need to be inside you, Cam,” he confessed.
“Lorne, I’m afraid you won’t fit. It reminds me of a sea serpent,” she divulged as she snuck another look. She swore it had grown bigger in the past few minutes.
Another sexy chuckle left his throat. “Sea serpent, huh? I like it. And, don’t worry. I’ll fit perfectly. I’ll go slow and easy, I promise.”
Leaning on one elbow, Lorne slid the blunt tip through her aching folds, hitting her sensitive clit. Cambree was surprised how quickly her insides melted, and the coil tightened in her abdomen again. She was eager for another orgasm.
Lorne’s mouth returned to hers, and his lips teased hers while his tongue darted into her mouth. Just as she was getting caught up in his kiss, he pushed the swollen head into her tight sheath a fraction of an inch.
Cambree cried out as her body revolted and clamped shut. The pressure from his invasion burned worse than a dragon’s fire.
“Relax, Cam. It won’t hurt for long, I promise. Give yourself over to me,” he encouraged as his mouth moved to her breast and licked a nipple. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure through her body and her tight muscle loosened.
Lorne snuck his hand between their bodies and rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves. Cambree noticed sweat dripping from his forehead as he remained in place. She could only imagine the restraint it took for a male like Lorne. His patience was as impressive as his manhood. As he strummed her clit, her hips automatically responded. She moved against his hand, and in the next moment, he pressed a bit deeper inside her core. The pain was worse, but it felt good, too. She wanted more and lifted her hips slightly.
“You good?” he rasped. Unable to find words, Cambree nodded and kissed his lips. “It’s going to get better. Just focus on what my finger is doing,” he instructed.
“It feels fantastic, but there’s a lot of pressure,” she admitted.
He pulled out and surged back in, pushing further. As promised, the pain started to fade. She opened wider, allowing him more access. His thumb pressed on her clit, and his mouth nibbled her neck. In another hard thrust, he pushed all the way in, and sharp pain stole her breath. Cambree cried out, expecting to see lower half split in two. She hadn’t been mentally prepared for the pain, and it was a shock to her system.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I had to break your barrier, but it shouldn’t hurt anymore,” he murmured. The way his arms shook, and his body shuddered, Cambree knew it was a monumental task for Lorne to remain still.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and focused on what felt good. Within a few minutes, the worst of the pain was gone, and Cambree shifted her hips. Lorne didn’t move, allowing her to test how it felt.
A smile spread over her face when the discomfort morphed to pleasure. The fullness was still there, but the discomfort was gone, and her need was building again. Lorne moved his hips, pushing in and out of her with a steady rhythm.
“More?” he asked.
“More,” she whispered and kissed his neck.
Gradually increasing the tempo, he gazed in her eyes showing her how much he cared for her. His shaft was an iron rod pistoning in and out of her core, and her desire took control. Soon the coil in her abdomen tightened once again.
Lorne twined his fingers with hers and brought them over her head. His thrusts intensified, and Cambree was powerless to do anything but accept his pounding. He groaned against her neck a second before he bit into the flesh where her shoulder met her neck. The sharp burn of his teeth as he marked her sent Cambree over the edge, and her climax barreled through her system. His momentum picked up before he thrust deep inside and grunted.
His head went back, and he roared as his seed spurted in an explosive rush. Cambree felt every jerk in her core as he filled her womb. Her orgasm continued, and they came together as one. It was the greatest high of her life, and she never wanted it to end. Lorne continued to pump inside her womb but slowed his speed. He swiveled his hips, and mini o
rgasms trickled through her system. Making love to Lorne was beyond epic.
When their climaxes waned, Lorne rolled to the side and quickly flipped their position to where she was astride his hips. Surprisingly, his shaft was still erect in her sensitive channel.
“Did you mark me?” Cambree mumbled.
“Yes. I told you I wanted you.”
“And, dragons take what they want,” she said, cutting him off.
Fire blazed behind his eyes, and she felt his dragon gaze upon her. “Yes, we do. Are you upset?” he asked, but Cambree was fixated on the incredible beast within.
“No. I didn’t expect it, but I wanted this with you. There’s no one else for me,” Cambree admitted.
“I love you, beautiful one,” Lorne whispered, drawing her out of the daze.
She was speechless. It was one thing to make love, but for Lorne to say he loved her was beyond her wildest dreams. It was the last thing she expected to hear from him.
“I love you, too,” she replied with a smile. She couldn’t find the right words, but she felt like the luckiest female in the universe.
“So, what now?” Cambree asked, suddenly aware she was on top of a male whose substantial erection was buried deep inside her body.
Her dragon clawed at her insides and shouted, It’s my turn, you sket!
“How do you feel?” Lorne asked and his shaft pulsed inside her channel.
Her body immediately responded, and Cambree shifted her hips. This position was incredibly arousing, and she wondered if orgasm was achieved this way.
“I’d like to do it again if that’s alright,” she professed.
Lorne reached up and palmed her breast. “You amaze me, Cam. I’d say it’s more than alright. Hell, I can do this all night,” he admitted, and his other hand wormed its way between her legs.
As soon as he stroked her clit, all thoughts disappeared, and Cambree gave herself over to the knight beneath her. She silently prayed that tomorrow would never come.
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Chapter 18
“Damn, you look better than the last time I saw you. What gives?” Caleb asked Lorne as they scouted the edges of Heqet.
Lorne couldn’t help the smirk that graced one corner of his mouth. He’d never been happier in his life. Lorne made love to Cambree all day and night then continued the next morning. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and he couldn’t wait until his shift was over so he could return to her and pick up where they left off.
“You can thank Cambree,” Lorne admitted without offering details.
“Seriously? When did this happen?” Caleb asked.
“Yesterday.”
Caleb shook his head and stopped walking then turned to look at Lorne. “And, she wanted your ugly ass? Then again, she seems to have a keen asshole radar.”
“Fuck off,” Lorne muttered. “Like you have room to talk. I know I don’t deserve her, but I’m not about to give her up,” he added.
“Smartest thing I’ve heard you say in a long time. I don’t know her that well, but the few times I guarded her, I could tell there was more behind those dark brown eyes. I’m happy for you, bro. Are you mating her?” Caleb asked.
“I haven’t asked yet, but I’ll be the luckiest jackwagon alive if she wants me,” Lorne openly confessed.
“Damn, did you ever think you’d get mated?” Caleb asked as they started walking again.
“Honestly? I never thought I’d find a female I wanted to spend my life with, let alone find one that could give me dragonettes,” Lorne acknowledged.
“I know what you mean. Having Angus back still seems surreal. Nothing is the same as it used to be,” Caleb replied.
Lorne nodded his agreement as he looked around. Females were arriving in groups while the Máahes guarded the perimeter. Lorne was pleased to see a better turn-out for this month’s Civapu. People were wary of participating in the first ceremony, afraid the site was cursed.
“Then again, some things never change,” Lorne said and pointed to the Unseelie lurking around the edges of the clearing. “No fucking way I’ll let those bastards stop this from happening.”
“You got that right, brother. You’d think they would learn their lesson and give up,” Caleb said as they picked up their pace.
“They’re bred for one reason. To destroy our planet. Cyril is the one that needs to get a fucking clue,” Lorne added.
“Should we shift?” Caleb asked.
Lorne waved to Legette and jerked his head in the direction of the Buggane. “Not unless it becomes necessary. I only see a few and don’t want to frighten the females. We need this ceremony to move forward.”
Legette met them at the side of the forest. “Blaine found more on the eastern edges. We should assume we’re surrounded.”
Lorne brandished his sword and gripped it tightly. “Got it. You protect Angus and tell him to keep the ceremony going.”
“He won’t be happy. He hates putting the females at risk but understands the need for more Tuya. We only get about two percent identified each session, and it’s not enough. Missing one ceremony would hurt the progress we’ve made.” Lorne followed Legette’s eyes and noticed his mate standing next to a group of excited females.
The couple wanted dragonettes more than anything, and Natasha attended every ceremony hoping the Gods would change their minds and grant her their blessing. Lorne prayed this ceremony ended happily for the couple. There was no one more deserving.
Legette headed back toward Angus and Natasha, and Lorne turned to Caleb. “Ready?”
“Let’s do this,” the male agreed.
Lorne crossed into the trees on silent feet and kept his eyes peeled for the Unseelie. His blood went cold when he noticed the Chakabra were along for the ride. They were the jackwagons that orchestrated the destruction of his home.
A thought intruded, and Lorne wondered where he and Cambree would live. She was used to living and working in the city, and he wondered if she would welcome the peace of the forest and live with him.
Would he want her to? Unseelie continuously targeted him, and she would be in constant danger. Their children would be just as much at risk, as well. But, his duty required him to live there and keep the Unseelie from taking more of their land.
Cursing silently, he reminded himself they weren’t there yet. Cambree hadn’t even agreed to mate him. He was getting ahead of the situation, and worrying for nothing.
Focus asshole. The chastisement made Lorne snap to attention just before two Buggane snatched a female. His distraction was a colossal mistake that could turn fatal in the blink of an eye. He needed to clear his mind and do his fucking job.
“Go left. Get on the other side of those fuckers and don’t let them get away with the females,” Lorne ordered Caleb as he veered to the right.
The vegetation this far from the city was thicker and made it difficult to keep a silent approach. Both Bugganes turned his way when he stepped on a branch, and Lorne immediately dropped to the ground. As he lay there panting and hoping the Unseelie didn’t see him, Lorne realized he recognized one of the female’s voices.
It was Delilah, the sket from Cambree’s office. Despite her abrasive personality, he couldn’t let anything happen to her. Surging to his feet, Lorne charged toward the females with a roar. Delilah and her friend stopped talking and gaped at Lorne, oblivious to the danger stalking them.
“Lorne?” Delilah blurted.
“Come and get me, motherfucker” Lorne called out to the Buggane then addressed the females. “Delilah, don’t panic. I need you to run toward Angus. Don’t scream and cause alarm. We need the females to stay where they are safe, so just keep your mouth shut and run to his side. Angus will protect you.”
“O…okay,” Delilah stammered. “Shit. C’mon,” she told her friend.
The Buggane screamed out when their prey rushed away. Lorne and Caleb came at them from opposite sides, which kept them from stalking Delilah and her friend.
One of the Buggan
e roared and sprayed spit as it charged Lorne. The droplets landed like acid on his skin and began eating away at his flesh. It was irritating as hell but didn’t stop his momentum.
His blade was in motion when he was barely four feet away from the Unseelie. Before he connected with his target, something slammed into Lorne, and he went flying into a massive tree trunk. Cursing, Lorne realized his mistake the second a loud crack echoed through the forest, and his breath left his body. He assumed the other Buggane was going after Caleb, but it changed directions while his back was turned.
Rookie fucking mistake, he cursed. With no time to sit and assess his injuries, Lorne climbed to his feet. Thankfully, Caleb was quick and the male’s sword embedded in the side of the Unseelie that hit him. The tingle of their king’s magic filled the air, giving Lorne some strength. He soaked in what he could. If Angus were focused on Lorne and not the Civapu, he could completely heal his injuries and stop the pain. That was the amount of power the Cuelebre King wielded.
Lorne barely had his legs under him when the other Buggane was within striking distance. Pain laced down his arm and shoulder when he lifted his weapon, but Lorne refused to let that deter him.
Lorne’s sword cut through grey flesh, and toxic blood poured to the ground below. Lorne wanted to shift and blast this fucker with his flames, but there wasn’t enough room. Not to mention he was in too much agony to focus on the shift.
A massive Buggane tusk barreled toward his skull, and Lorne ducked. He lifted his blade in the next second and thrust it out, meeting the Unseelie’s cheek. Lorne quickly lifted his body and wrapped his legs around the beast’s neck while keeping his sword in place. The force behind his efforts was rewarded when the tusk fell uselessly to the forest floor.
The Buggane immediately grabbed its face and howled. Fearing the noise would reach the ceremony Lorne brought his weapon forward and sliced through the creature’s thick neck.
Several gasps left its mouth before the Buggane toppled forward. As Lorne landed on the ground, he kept rolling until he cleared the blood pouring from the inert body. The trees and other nearby vegetation quickly turned brown and died.