“I’m not a monster. You would trust a stranger over a man who has been completely honest with you?”
The mind reading was getting on her nerves. “Are you hungry? We never did get our steaks. I could make you some food.”
“No, thank you,” she replied, her appetite truly gone.
“I will prepare you a meal, breakfast perhaps. I am an excellent cook. Centuries of practice, but I have missed cooking for another. Relax and sit.” His home was exquisitely furnished and she noticed several pieces of art that had to be reproductions or they’d have cost him millions. He chuckled and she turned to look at him.
“My art does not lie either. I only have original pieces. The painters themselves gave several to me. Leonardo was a very good friend. Someday perhaps I will take you to my property in Italy. You will find being a dragon’s mate is not without its privileges.”
She didn’t even know how to reply to him. Everything he said was just too outrageous to allow her to believe him. She turned from the art and he was there beside her, handing her a glass of white wine. She took it, but was too afraid to drink. She already felt a little woozy and the idea that he’d slipped something to her at the restaurant nibbled at her brain, but then she remember she’d never taken a drink there. She hadn’t seen him mess with the appetizers and he’d eaten one too, but that was the only thing he might’ve tampered with.
He gave her a disappointed look but said nothing. To her shock, he began shedding his clothing right in the middle of his main living space, without preamble. Darrick had an amazing body. Slowly, his clothes fell around him until every muscle and tattoo was visible. His cock was erect, and she noticed he was pleasantly average sized. She’d almost feared he’d have some sort of monstrous two-headed scaled cock, but naked he looked just like any other man. Maybe all his dragon talk had been him messing with her, and he’d really used voodoo, magic, or hypnotism. She wanted to sleep with him, trickery or not.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the knowledge that she wasn’t the kind of girl that just jumped into a man’s bed. He’d done something to her. She just had no idea what. As she looked at his hot body, she didn’t care.
Horny and defiantly attracted to Darrick, she ignored the earlier strangeness and walked over to where he stood shamelessly nude. “You have a nice body,” she whispered.
“I’d like to see yours.” His voice was husky.
She turned and pulled her hair away from her back. His hand went to her zipper and she felt the cool air on her back. Desire flooded her blood. She was really going to do it, sleep with him, really. Jamie swallowed nervously, biting her lower lip.
“Do not be nervous, lovely. I have sought a woman with strong will for a very long time. You are meant for me.”
His words were ominous to her, but as endorphins flooded her brain, she easily pushed her worries away. He was definitely doing something to her.
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. “I must show you. You must join your body to mine. Once you feel me, you will see I am right. We belong with each other. I can give you lifetimes upon lifetimes, wealth, and safety. You’re strong enough to endure the change, to be a true mate to me. I do not want a woman I can manipulate. You may even become immortal. You will have something with me no other can give you. Do not fear me,” he commanded.
She turned to him. An image filled her head—power, strength, vitality. A man who was once a god now hiding in the shadows. Alone. Her heart broke. Time had stolen so much from him, but he still had his pride. Lurking under his “human” countenance was something dark and powerful, and it called to a very primal place inside of her.
Darrick’s fingers pushed her dress off her shoulders and it slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. She looked up at his face and saw the harsh need in his big grey eyes. He reached around her and unsnapped her bra. It fell. He looped his fingers in the edge of her matching lace panties and she heard the rip of the stitches, then the fabric tumbled to her feet with the softest whisper. Darrick picked her up and she allowed him to carry her away. No man before Darrick had carried her. There was a certain level of helplessness that left her clinging to him uncomfortably.
“I am not controlling you. You want me of your own free will. I used all the glamour I could earlier, and you did not break.” She gazed into his face, realizing she’d been waiting to blame something other than her own lust for the way she felt. “I will not drop you,” he whispered against her ear. She shivered.
When he laid her on his large bed, she blinked up at him, uncertain. His dark sensual smile made her want to surrender to the raw satisfaction of sex. Jamie felt her inhibitions and doubts peeling away.
Darrick kissed her. His mouth felt unusually warm. There was a strange flavor in the kiss, as if he’d just smoked a cigar, but she hadn’t seen him smoking. His firm, demanding kiss marked her, and she gleaned a sense of his ownership just as she’d felt his longing earlier. When she pulled away he was breathing heavily. Her eyes widened as he blew a small ring of smoke in the air. She coughed delicately.
“Smoking is bad for you, and me. How the hell did you pull that hocus pocus?”
“It was no trick. I’m sorry. I’m unable to control it. You have an effect on me—and I have not felt like this in a very long time. You are meant for me.”
He grabbed her, dragging her to his mouth. This time she didn’t taste smoke, but the strange warmth of his mouth seemed to spread through her, making her whole body tingle. His tongue ran along hers and she clung to him, returning his passion with a desperation she’d never felt with another man.
“Why me?” she gasped against his mouth. He pulled back just enough to speak.
“Because you are strong, Jamie. You aren’t a woman I can destroy easily.” He proved his words by crushing her to him again. His lips punished hers and she responded. He brought out something wild and feral in her. Jamie loved the feeling of his need as he held her with a possessiveness she’d never felt from another man.
His words weren’t romantic poetry, but she respected realism. They’d only just met, and yet she felt so strongly that she belonged in this man’s arms. She should run screaming, but curiosity and lust kept her in his bed. He was fire, and she wanted to see how close she could dance to him without burning.
“I won’t let you change me,” she told him. “This is just for tonight. I don’t plan on mating with you.” He wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged so that her head came back a bit. She sucked in a deep breath. His lips were on her neck. He sucked hard then kissed the spot tenderly. She could feel her pulse against his lips. His teeth scrapped her skin gently and then he nipped her, sucking hard on the spot again. He released her hair as abruptly as he’d grabbed it and she looked up into his face.
“The sorrow will be mine, but I’ll take what you offer me, woman. If you chose I will return you in the morning, unchanged.” His eyes the color of a summer storm, they darkened as he spoke.
She nodded, believing him. His fingers found her breasts and the sensation was amazing. The pads of his fingers felt rough, giving his touch something extra. Jerking involuntarily, she moaned. He lay next to her on the bed. His hand continued tweaking her nipples, but he watched her face closely. She gazed into his eyes, wordlessly. She’d never just had sex for the sake of sex before. He pinched her nipples very hard in unison. Her back arched.
“What am I thinking now?” Jamie asked him quietly.
He gave a gruff bark of laughter. “You’re thinking that this is just physical. I don’t want that between us. We both know you feel my magic, but I want you to become the magic. I want to remake you with it.”
She didn’t like the idea of being remade. “I’m happy being what I am.”
“I know. I’m selfish. I want to keep you, always. Is that so wrong?”
The sensation of his hands on her sensitive peaks was clouding her mind. As her desire built, her judgment slipped. If I were timeless, wouldn’t I want
the same thing? She ignored the stray thought, refusing to allow herself to answer the question.
“You would,” Darrick said quietly before lowering his mouth to place a tender kiss on her navel. Her stomach muscles tightened. His tongue swirled in the circle, and when it dipped inside she gasped. No man had done that to her before and it felt strange. He placed a kiss just below her damp belly button. His mouth was a gift. Even his kisses gave her so much more sensation than anything she’d experienced before. “Always.”
She ignored the implication of his words. Being in his bed required her to ignore a lot. He chuckled. Scowling, Jamie opened her mouth, shut it again, and finally sighed. “Stop reading my mind.”
“You project your thoughts loudly. I can teach you to shield them but it would require more than one night and honestly I have far more interesting things I’d rather be doing with you right now.” He took her hands and pinned them together above her head. Then he straddled her hips. She could feel his large erection pressing into her lower abdomen. He kept her hands pinned with one arm. The free hand caressed her cheek for a tender moment before moving on.
His fingers trailed lightly over her stomach, and she sucked in a breath, tightening her muscles once more. The erotic sensation washed over her delightfully. When his finger swirled in the nest of hair between her legs, she shivered. He released her hands so he could slide down lower on the bed. Then the skilled digit dipped lower, into the gathering moisture. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Jamie buried her face in his shoulder, whimpering. He flicked her with force and speed and the sensation build far more quickly than she’d expected. Her hand slipped down his side and she took his cock in her hand. She stroked him up and down, pressing her index finger lightly to the underside as she continued caressing in a smooth motion. She heard him hiss against her hair, then sigh. His hand continued suffusing her with pleasure.
“You feel like heaven. I wonder how heaven tastes. Lay back for me,” he whispered.
She lay back. Reluctantly she took her hand off his cock, and she felt his tongue on her clit, only it felt strange. To her horror and her delight she realized his tongue was forked as he twisted and swirled her clit. Jamie’s hips bucked. Pleasure surged quickly, then crested. She shuddered, so close to the edge of release. He plunged his thick, long fingers inside of her cunt and she arched her back violently, shuddering as she came. His free hand caressed her belly, and slid upwards to grasp a nipple, tweaking it roughly. Jamie screamed. The sensation wouldn’t ebb, but instead intensified as he continued lapping at her with the dual muscles in his unique tongue. When the last spasms ripped through her, he sat next to her the bed.
“Kneel,” Darrick commanded. She weakly sat up, still shuddering with bliss. His engorged cock bobbed as she sat up, shaking the bed slightly. Jamie slid to the soft carpet and knelt between his legs. Darrick looked very much the dark ruler, the demon demanding tribute. He chuckled, and she knew he’d gleaned the colorful description from her mind, but she didn’t care. He was everything dark and she relished the sensation of knowing he would claim her. She took his cock in her mouth, carefully shielding his delicate skin from her teeth with her lips.
Fisting the base of his shaft, she began working her mouth up and down his length, slowly at first, and then she built up speed. His hands gripped her hair and he began directing the speed and length of her ministrations. She increased the suction and he groaned. Jamie smiled around his shaft and put her entire focus on bringing him pleasure. Her desire increased and she knew her pussy was dripping on his carpet, but she didn’t care. She’d never felt so horny in her entire life.
Darrick growled, and he lifted her off her knees and pushed her against the back of a plush chair. He used his knee to spread her legs widely and she loved how animalistic and primal the moment felt. She felt his cock poking her entrance. His hands came around and he played with her breasts roughly, as he entered her from behind. She loved the harsh sound of his breath against her hair. The sensation of his velvet shaft stroking her hot core was absolutely the most erotic moment she’d ever experienced. No other man had ever made her feel so mastered. She loved his sexual domination. He slammed into her pussy, his sac slapping against her as he took her with a raw passion that demanded she succumb to the satisfaction of the sensual friction.
Jamie’s nails dug into the seat cushion as she screamed, bearing down on the pleasure, her pussy tightening like a vise around his cock. Her body contracted around him and she gave a shrill, long scream.
“Fuck yes! Harder. Fuck!” The unladylike words just tumbled from her lips, shocking her for a moment. She’d never cursed during sex.
He kept slamming into her, and the brutal orgasm continued. Jamie loved the feeling of the fabric sliding against her belly with each of his powerful trusts. Darrick was unrelenting. “Yes! Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!” Jamie wailed. Then she truly came. The magnitude of her orgasm left her breathless, and she buried her face in the back of the chair, screaming with a primal force that terrified her. She’d never known she was capable of feeling like this. She felt the heat of his release inside her and his hot breath against the side of her neck as he laid his forehead on her shoulder, grunting as he came.
He whirled her around, eliciting a gasp as he startled her. “You are mine.” He looked deeply into her eyes. “Can you say you would leave here and never feel that again?”
She panted, fear giving her passion an edge and causing her lust to be reborn. Jamie wrapped her arms around his neck, stretching up to kiss him again with a demanding passion that he’d taught her to feel. Darrick wrapped his arms around her. When he pulled back, he whispered something beautifully lyrical in a language she’d never heard before.
“What did you say?”
“You are in my blood, woman. Do not leave me.” It was more a demand than a request.
“You said if I want to go I can,” she challenged.
“Yes. I did.” He scowled, and his eyes darkened.
“If I asked to go, right now, will you allow me to?”
“Yes.” The word seemed ripped from his throat. He spat the word out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.
“That’s all I needed to hear. I want to stay, for now. I’m still not sure about this whole mate thing. I don’t want to leave though.”
She watched the realization completely overtake him. Joy. The emotion was evident in his face and in the way he crushed her to him before kissing her with brute force. She relished his need. She turned her face to the side. He continued to kiss her cheek and neck.
“I don’t want to change.”
He held her, going completely still. “I will take what you offer me, woman.” Then he began kissing her again. Jamie sighed. She was still unsure about many things where Darrick was concerned, but she was sure about one thing. She wasn’t walking away from the darkly unique man—Dragon. Mate—lover, it didn’t matter. She’d found the man she wanted to spend the rest of her Friday nights with.
The End
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A C.O.V.E.N Story
Casey Moss
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Deepening shadows of dusk descended on the area. Standing in the dark recess of a doorway, Bella, dressed in black leather pants, tank-top and jacket, blended into the scenery. She sniffed the air. The scents of cooking meats and their fatty, greasy drippings from the fast food hamburger place down the block and the hole-in-the-wall Mexican joint next door stimulated her appetite. People had told her the burritos and enchiladas didn’t appear appetizing, but the food was said to be superb, the best on the boulevard. Her stomach gurgled. No time to eat.
Other smells wafted by her. Hot, dusty asphalt, releasing its heat gathered from the relentless blazing sun of day,
underlay the food. The odor of thousands upon thousands of tourists that had walked the streets followed on its heels, and trailing after everything…his scent. She lifted her face toward the blanket of night sliding over and covering the waning light of the gray day and inhaled deeply.
She enjoyed a brief moment of pleasure from Godric’s scent. Leather and wool. Male musk denoting strength and virility. If only he weren’t an enemy of my clan.
A slight breeze carried a hint of copper. Blood? Perhaps. She just hoped it wasn’t his. She’d been tracking the man from the Winchapel clan for too long to let her quarry fall prey to someone else’s hands. Besides, if she had a chance to be alone with Godric Winchapel again—even if only for a few minutes—she’d take the opportunity to derive some personal pleasure from his presence. It’d be wonderful to have his strong arms wrap around her, his hot mouth on her skin, her lips, her breasts. She wanted his fingers threading through her long ebony hair, gripping the lengths in his fist as he took her.
Bella shook her head to clear the licentious thoughts. Gah! No matter how nice it’d be to escape the ravaged city through his touch, I have to stop daydreaming about him.
Days prior to receiving orders setting her on the path to find a vampire-warlock and kill him, she’d met Godric in a pub across from The Shores. She’d flirted with the tall, well-toned and devastatingly handsome man, whose wavy blond locks flowed freely to his shoulders and icy blue eyes twinkled in the dim lighting. They’d played darts for a few hours, sizing up each other, bantering sexy innuendos and buying each other tankards of the weak ale the pub sold. It’d been a long time since she flirted with a man and held his interest. She also didn’t care that he was a member of an enemy clan. She liked him, or as her four-year-old niece—who was too wise for her age—would say, she had the hots for him.
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