Aiding the Dragon (Stonefire British Dragons Book 9)

by Jessie Donovan

  No. I want to focus solely on her first. After everything she does for her clan, she deserves some attention.

  He nipped her earlobe. After caressing the soft skin with his tongue, he moved to his knees. At the sight of her hands gripping the seat and her pussy even more on display, he met Teagan’s lovely green eyes again and growled. “Mine.”

  Her eyes flashed, but instead of reprimanding him, she merely tilted her head back as she shook her hair and jutted her breasts forward. “Either prove your skills or leave. I will only wait so long.”

  It seemed the female had a bit of bite, even when vulnerable. Aaron would remember that for later.

  Tracing the side of her neck down to her collarbone, he murmured, “One last thing—don’t remove your hands from the chair until you come or I’ll stop.”

  “Fine. But if you hurt me, all bets are off.”

  Lightly circling one of her nipples, he grunted. “I will never willingly hurt you, Teagan. If I ever do something you don’t like, then feel free to skewer my balls.” He moved to her other nipple. “Although a little pain can bring a lot of pleasure in the right circumstances.”

  Before she could reply, he gently pinched her nipple, and Teagan’s legs opened wider. “There’s my girl.” He twisted a little harder, and Teagan moaned as her head fell to one side.

  With her dark hair cascading over one shoulder and flushed skin, she was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.

  And for some reason, he wanted to know her better.

  His dragon roared. Then hurry up. I want to know what she tastes like.

  Ignoring his beast, he focused solely on Teagan. “Don’t try to hold back or temper your moans. Your reactions are like instructions. Most males tend to ignore them, but not me. I plan on using them to make you scream harder than you ever have before.”

  She was halfway to panting, which made both man and beast smug. Teagan whispered, “Just hurry up, already.”

  Taking both of her breasts in his hands, he moved his head to kiss her lips. “If nothing else, trust me in this.”

  He leaned back to watch her eyes. She searched his for a few seconds before nodding. “You only get one chance, though.”

  He grinned. “That’s all I need.”

  Running his hand down from her breasts to her waist, he rubbed her soft skin a few minutes before moving to her thighs.

  He couldn’t resist her pale, toned leg and leaned down to run his whiskered cheek back and forth against her most tender spot, on the inside of her thigh. He repeated the movement on the other side, and Teagan’s muscles relaxed further under his touch. “Now, let’s see how wet you are for me.”

  Aaron lowered his head and stared a few seconds at her swollen flesh. She was already glistening for him.

  He flicked his tongue between her folds and reveled in the earthy, womanly scent that was Teagan O’Shea.

  His dragon finally spoke up. More, I want much more.

  Patience—

  No. Fuck her with our tongue.

  As his dragon paced inside his mind, Aaron could tell his beast might try to take control and ruin all his hard work if he didn’t do something fast.

  Gripping Teagan’s thighs, Aaron moved in to taste her once more. With each lick, swirl, and thrust of his tongue, her breath increased.

  Opening his eyes, he glanced up to watch Teagan’s face as he devoured her pussy. With her head thrown back and breasts thrust forward, she was close.

  Aaron stopped and moved a few inches away.

  Teagan’s eyes opened and she moved to look down at him. Her pupils flashed. “Don’t even think of stopping.”

  “Watch me devour you, Teagan. It’ll make you come that much harder.”

  She hesitated a second and Aaron wondered about the males before him. He bet most of them never took her needs into account. Hell, they probably had thought of their own conquest and nothing else.

  His beast roared. Don’t think of them. Only her.

  “Trust me, love. You’ll like it.”

  She nodded, and he never broke eye contact as he ran his tongue up her slit to circle her hard nub. He increased the pressure on her clit and Teagan’s muscles tensed under his hands.

  As her pupils remained slitted, he sucked her clit between his teeth and bit gently. Her breathing became more ragged. He bit harder and she murmured, “Again.”

  Aaron repeated the action before soothing the tender flesh with his tongue. As he continued to alternate nibbling and licking, Teagan’s face flushed a brighter shade of pink. She finally cried out, and Aaron quickly thrust his tongue inside her. As he moved in and out, he reveled in the grip and release of her muscles. When he could finally taste her orgasm, he focused at licking and branding her taste into his memory.

  Teagan’s hands lightly brushed his hair and he reluctantly moved away from her pussy, only to be greeted by Teagan’s satisfied look.

  He inched his torso forward until her thighs bracketed his waist. He threaded his fingers through her hair and asked, “So, did you like it?”

  “Are you really going to make me answer that?” she replied in a sated tone.

  “Well, I can’t make you orgasm even harder next time if I don’t know what you like.”

  She moved her hand from his hair to his chest. She lightly ran her nails back and forth against his chest there. “Why are you so intent on my pleasure? In my experience, males are accustomed to getting their cocks inside me as quick as possible.”

  “Those males were bastards.”

  She tilted her head. “You’re full of surprises, Aaron Caruso.”

  He gently tugged her hair. “And so are you, Teagan O’Shea.”

  As they smiled at one another, Aaron wondered if this was what happy couples experienced after an orgasm. Usually after he’d made Nerina come, she’d smiled and feigned exhaustion, leaving him hard and hurting more often than not.

  No. He wouldn’t let Nerina ruin this moment.

  Teagan frowned. “What were you just thinking of?”

  “You must not be that relaxed if you’re still so observant.”

  Her brows knitted closer together. “I mean it, Aaron. Your face shuttered. Tell me why.”

  “I thought this was a space where you couldn’t order me around.”

  “I’m not ordering, I’m asking. And considering I’m naked and you still have my taste on your tongue, it’s a reasonable question at that.”

  He rubbed a hand up and down her back. “I thought this was supposed to be a no strings attached encounter.”

  “Then that’s all the more reason for you to confide in me. I can’t make you come harder than you ever have before if you’re holding back. You should feel free tonight as well.”

  Aaron debated what he should do. His dragon spoke up. Just tell her. Otherwise, you’ll keep thinking about the other one when I want to enjoy Teagan’s touch.

  Sharing my story will bring closeness and that’s not what I need.

  You often don’t know what you need.

  What the hell are you talking about?

  You know.

  His beast fell silent, and Aaron tried to figure out what the bloody hell he was going on about.

  Teagan opened her mouth, but a fast-paced pop song echoed inside the room, and she sighed. “That would be Killian. I need to take the call.”

  Grateful for the distraction, Aaron retreated and stood. “A group of human females singing isn’t what I’d first think of for your brother.”

  Teagan rolled her eyes as she walked to her mobile phone and picked it up. “Hello.”

  As her gaze turned serious, Aaron knew their night together was over. His hard cock was disappointed, but Aaron was almost glad since it meant not talking about his past and keeping Teagan at a distance.

  His dragon growled. Coward.

  Teagan hung up and looked back at him. He raised his brows in question and she answered, “One of the Protectors found a spy in the nearby forest.”

 
He scooped up her clothes and handed them over. “Who?”

  She took the clothes. “A Protector from Clan Wildheath. I’m sorry, but I need to check in and probably interrogate him.”

  He shrugged. “Don’t apologize. Clan comes first, always.”

  Confusion flashed in her eyes, but quickly vanished. “Yes. And while I wish I could invite you to help, you should probably go to your own cottage. Otherwise, my brother might take notice of us. For all that it’s a night of no strings attached, there’s no denying things will always be slightly different between us.” She pointed toward his crotch. “And, of course, there’s that.”

  Her gaze zeroed in on his straining cock, punching against his jeans. If she kept looking at his dick, he would never be able to tame the bastard. Aaron cleared his throat. “I’d suggest a quick wash as well. We can finish this tomorrow evening, after supper.”

  Her brows furrowed. “Tomorrow?”

  “We didn’t get a full night as promised. We have some hours to make up for. Besides, I can’t wait to see you on all fours with your arse up in the air, hips wiggling in anticipation for my cock.” He paused and added, “Unless you truly don’t want it. I’ll never force you to do something you don’t want when we’re alone, Teagan. I hold a different opinion when it comes to making you eat or take a break, though.”

  She stared a few seconds and Aaron’s heart rate kicked up. He’d deny it to anyone who asked, but he wanted to sleep with Teagan more than he even wanted to admit to himself. Tasting her once wasn’t enough.

  Bloody hell, he was in trouble.

  His dragon huffed. Why such the big deal about wanting to see her again? She’s strong, loyal, pretty, and intelligent. Any male would want her.

  That’s not what I’m afraid of, and you know it.

  Your fear is blinding you to what you might need.

  She walked up to him and touched his cheek, banishing everything but her touch and words. “I still want to see your gorgeous, naked body. But only for tomorrow evening and no more.”

  Rather than answer, he kissed her. He lingered another few seconds before he released her sweet lips. “I look forward to hearing you scream my name.”

  With a wink, he turned and gathered his belongings. He probably wouldn’t sleep much during the night, but it gave him time to plan what to do to Teagan the following day. If he only had one night, he was going to make it count.

  His beast huffed. I doubt one night will be enough.

  Too bad. It’s going to have to be.

  Chapter Eleven

  Teagan had expected Aaron to curse and act like a spoiled child when she mentioned needing to attend to the clan’s safety. Any other male she’d been with who’d brought her to orgasm but didn’t find his own would’ve done so, complete with grumpy, stilted responses.

  Yet as she closed the distance to the Protectors’ main building, she remembered Aaron’s quick acceptance and promise of another go the next day.

  He kept destroying her assumptions about him. Maybe there was a reason from his past as to why he’d been grumpy every time she’d talked with him before his recent arrival on Glenlough.

  Not that she should care. He wasn’t part of her clan and he’d return to Stonefire soon enough.

  Her dragon spoke up. Do you want him, too?

  What kind of question is that?

  We both enjoyed relinquishing control for a short while. It would be nice to go home to that every night.

  He’s not even our true mate.

  So? He doesn’t have to be.

  What game are you playing?

  No game. I’m a better judge of what’s good for us than a random act of fate.

  She arrived at the back entrance to central command. I need to focus, so hush.

  Used to being pushed to the side for clan business, her dragon didn’t fuss. Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t badger Teagan later to think about Aaron again. Maybe by then, Teagan would have some more worthwhile excuses about why opening up to him was a bad idea.

  Yet despite her best efforts to forget the evening, Aaron’s words came rushing back to her. “Sit in the chair and spread your legs. I want you open and willing for me.” Teagan shivered. Deep down, she wanted to experience his husky commands again.

  Not that she could have it again if she didn’t finish her current task and protect against any oncoming threats. She took a few deep breaths to clear her mind.

  Arriving at Killian’s office, Teagan entered and shut the door behind her. “Care to fill me in?”

  Killian stood and handed her a sheet with a picture at the top of a middle-aged man with dark hair and key details on the bottom of the paper. Her brother answered, “That man, Roarke Bell, is with Clan Wildheath. He was setting up a tent and campfire in the forest when one of our patrols found him.”

  She raised an eyebrow and met her brother’s eyes. “He’s not clever, then. Why would the Wildheath leader bother sending him at all if he’s that inept?”

  “Their leader, Padraig O’Leary, is older and showing it. The only way for him to win over someone twenty-odd years his junior is to cheat. No doubt Roarke Bell was sent here to watch you train, scout out the surrounding areas, and to find out what he could about Glenlough by watching our activities.”

  “Has Bell mentioned anything about a contact inside Glenlough?” Teagan asked.

  Killian shook his head. “No. We haven’t been able to get much out of him. You should visit Bell and see what you can find out.”

  “I will. Afterward, I need to think if contacting Wildheath’s leader sooner or much later will be better in the long run. If I outright disqualify him for cheating, the other leaders will say I did it because I’m afraid I can’t win.”

  Killian grunted. “They’re insecure arseholes.”

  She snorted. “I won’t disagree, but if I offend their delicate male egos too quickly, then we could face years of challenges. Since I have no desire to be forced out through constant attacks, we’ll have to somewhat put up with their crap in the interim, at least until the trials are over.”

  “Or we could just buy you a fake dick and you can wave it about when they arrive, since that’s all that matters to them.”

  Her brother rarely made a wisecrack, but when he did, it was golden. She grinned. “I might save the dildo waving until I beat their arses.”

  “Make it a silver-colored one.”

  “Yes, that glints in the sun.” She sobered. “But I can’t do any of that if I don’t deal with our current prisoner and plan my response.” She handed back the sheet of paper. “I’ll let you know what I find out. And make sure to do extra patrols from now until the leadership challenge. I don’t want any spies to succeed in taking home an advantage.”

  “Of course. The prisoner is in interrogation room one.”

  Teagan turned and exited Killian’s office. She made it to the correct room but entered the viewing booth to one side of it first. One of the older Protectors, Lyall O’Dwyer, sat in a chair behind the desk overlooking the room. Through the two-way mirror, Teagan spied the stranger sitting in a chair. She looked to Lyall. “Anything new to tell me?”

  “Not really, Teagan. He’s been sitting there fairly still, staring at a fixed point on the wall. If he hadn’t been found so easily, I would say he’s readying himself for your interrogation,” Lyall answered. “But that contradicts with his actions thus far.

  Teagan studied the prisoner through the glass. He didn’t fidget, nor did anything show in his eyes. “Unless he wanted to be captured and brought inside the clan’s lands.”

  “Aye, that could be it, too. Are you still going to talk with him?”

  “Doing so might give away a bit more about me, but I don’t really have a choice.” She waved toward the small television screen, which showed the prisoner inside the room. “Just make sure to record our session. I may need to use it when talking with his clan leader later.”

  “Got it.”

  Teagan exited th
e observation booth and entered the interrogation room via the hall. At her presence, the male shifted his focus from the wall to her.

  The picture Killian had shown her hadn’t captured the pure disdain shining in the man’s eyes. So much for him being controlled.

  Or he hated the thought of a female leader that much.

  Her beast growled. He probably uses fear to control females back home.

  Perhaps, perhaps not. Now hush.

  Thankfully Teagan had dealt with her fair share of arrogant arseholes. She pulled out a chair to a safe distance and flipped it around. Sitting down, she raised her brows. “If you have a mate, then she must either have unlimited patience or has a thing for jerks.”

  “She follows tradition, unlike your self-absorbed arse.”

  She propped her chin on her hands, which rested on the back of the chair. “You’re such a charmer. Too bad we don’t have time to share tea.”

  The male narrowed his eyes. “I can’t wait for one of the males to beat you in the leadership trials and take control of your clan. Only a weak female leader would invite English dragon-shifters to her land, considering their betrayals over the centuries.”

  Rolling her eyes, Teagan sat up. A traditionalist and a long-term grudge holder. “Yes, yes. I’m an abomination. I’m a traitor to all males. I’m only interested in myself. Blah, blah, blah. Anything else I forgot? I want to get all of the crap out of the way so I can learn why you’re here.”

  “If you think flashing me a pretty smile is going to make me talk, then you’re even stupider than I’d guessed.”

  Teagan extended a talon, stood, and closed the distance between them to press the sharp point against the male’s throat. “I was giving you a chance to talk without threats. Your clan leader would never know it, but sometimes violence isn’t necessary to solve a problem.” She pressed a little harder and the male visibly swallowed. “However, I’m not against using it to protect what’s mine. You trespassing on my land gives me the right to do as I see fit. Not even the DDA will interfere.”

  He opened his mouth to say something but promptly closed it. Teagan smiled. “It seems you’re learning. Now, this stupid female already guessed you’re here to spy on me. Padraig O’Leary is getting on in age and can only win through cheating. I want to know what your purpose was for coming here. What, exactly, did he want to know?”