Lord of Life (The Dragon Demigods Book 4)

by Charlene Hartnady

  “Where else will you go? You either need to accept cash or—”

  “I can’t!” She shakes her head. “My reasons for doing this need to stay true. It’s about Andy. It’s about your power. I just…” She chews on her bottom lip.

  “What? Why can’t you take my help? There’s a perfectly good bed inside my house.” Using my thumb, I point at the door to the house.

  “Yeah…your bed. Your bed is perfectly good. How long before I end up in it?” She looks up at me, and I gape down at her. I almost can’t believe she just said that. Then again, I can because she’s right.

  I swallow thickly. “We’re adults, we can share a house and not end up in bed together.”

  “Really?” She lifts her brows for a moment, and then I watch as her eyes lower and track my body. I feel everything tighten. I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach. “Because if you’re going to walk around like that…” she points at my sleeping shorts, “in those boxers…” She shakes her head. “We might be in trouble. I think we could be in trouble regardless.”

  I pull in a breath. “You shouldn’t look at me like that, Morgan. You’re not wearing much yourself, and if you keep looking at me like that…then you’re right, we’ll be in serious trouble.” She’s not wearing a bra. Her legs are great. Fuck!

  There’s barely any space between us. I’m not sure who moved towards who, but here we are. I see her chest rise and fall in quick succession. “Fuck it!” I growl as I hook an arm around her. Then my lips are crashing against hers.

  Morgan whimpers against my mouth. Both my arms are around her. I’m pulling her close. She pushes up against me. Her hands digging into my back. I can feel her breasts smashed up against my chest. Her nipples are tight.

  I pull away. “Before we do this. I need to know. Can I trust you, Morgan?” I ask. Bolt's words from the other day are in my head. What if Morgan and the harpy are working together? I know deep down inside that it isn’t the case. I know, but I still need to hear her say the words. I’m feeling things for this woman. Things I shouldn’t be feeling.

  Her eyes darken and narrow. “What?” she asks. “Screw you,” she mutters, pulling away.

  “I need to know.” I keep my arms around her. I won’t let her walk away. “I need to know. I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me.”

  “I don’t have to tell you anything.” Her eyes are clouded. I can see I hurt her. “If you don’t know by now then—”

  “You were sleeping in your car.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?” Her hands are flat on my chest, she’s pushing.

  “What does that…?” I narrow my eyes into hers. “It has a lot to do with it. With us. You couldn’t trust me enough to—”

  “I felt like an idiot…I…” Then she rolls her eyes. “Fine, you have a point…” Her body softens. “You can trust me,” she says.

  “No more secrets between us. We trust each other from here on out?”

  She nods. Then she’s sliding her hands up my chest and looping them around my neck. “We shouldn’t do this,” she says.

  I smile. I think it must look downright feral, I’m that turned on. “It’s happening.”

  “I want you,” she moans and then sucks in a breath when I press her back against her car. Her legs part for me. My cock is hard and throbbing against her stomach. We should go inside and finish this, but I’m too riled up. I can see she feels the same.

  I pictured her naked up against this car, or on the hood, several times the other day. I’m about to make good on one of the many fantasies I’ve been harboring about this woman.

  I slide my hand between her legs, keeping my eyes on hers. Her mouth opens, and she sucks in a breath. She’s wearing a pair of panties. They feel silky and sexy and incredibly feminine. I growl low as I take back her mouth. Then I’m shoving the panties aside and zoning in on her clit. She yelps the moment my finger makes contact. I circle her nub a couple of times, and she cries out. It’s been a while for both of us. There’s no use dragging this out. I want to be inside her almost as much as I want my next breath.

  I want it more.

  “I’m clean,” I say against her mouth.

  “Me too.” She groans again, her eyes are wide, then she’s squeezing them shut. She’s panting right off the bat. My finger is rubbing gently on her clit, which is swollen. She’s crying out again.

  “Do I need to find a condom?” I should go and get one. I really should.

  “I’m on birth control,” she groans. “To regulate my…never mind. We’re good.” I know I can trust her. Lord knows I want to be inside her. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. I find the thought intoxicating. Morgan is on birth control. It doesn’t smell like she’s ovulating. For the first time, I feel okay with taking a small risk. The risk itself doesn’t scare me, the fact that I’m taking it does. I’m in trouble here.

  Her eyes are wide. She’s panting hard. “Oh my… oh god…oh…I’m going to come soon,” she says between pants and moans.

  I take a step back and then peel the t-shirt off of her. It’s my turn to groan when I see her naked. Her tits are perfect. Not too big and not too small. They’re real. I have nothing against fake breasts. If they make a woman feel good. If they give her confidence, then so be it, but there’s something about soft and natural that does it for me. Something about Morgan that seriously does it for me. Her nipples are plump but tight. They’re dark. Her panties are bright red.

  Red.

  Fuck me!

  They’re pulled to the side. I can see her pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about seeing a woman’s pussy. My eyes drift down a little more. I notice that she has a holster on each of her ankles. There’s a gun in the one and a knife in the other. “Fuck me, but you’re…you’re…”

  “Don’t say beautiful.” She rolls her eyes. There’s not an ounce of shyness about her, which I also find incredibly sexy as well. “It’s too clichéd, and I’m too much of a tomboy.”

  “I was aiming more for spectacular. That, and fucking sexy.” My voice is a deep vibration.

  She smiles. I pull my boxers down, letting them fall to the floor.

  “Wow!” She chokes out a laugh. “That’s impressive.” Her eyes are on my cock.

  My lip twitches. “Turn around. Hands on the roof.”

  “I don’t normally take well to being told what to do.”

  I close the small distance between us, I place my hands on the roof of the car and cage her in with my body. I put my mouth to the shell of her ear. “Let me take the lead this round. I’m all yours for the next one.”

  “The next round?” She lifts her brows and smiles. “We’re doing this again?”

  “Yes.” She’d better not think this is a one-time thing. It’s not an argument I’m going to have with her right now. Instead, I brush a kiss against her mouth and then find her clit with my thumb. Her eyes roll back in her skull. It takes seconds, and she’s panting and moaning against my mouth. She breaks the kiss, and then Morgan turns around, placing her hands on the roof of her car. She widens her stance, and I say a silent prayer of thanks. I circle my hand around her and rub on her clit some more. I rub until she’s moaning with every slip and slide of my finger, until she’s pressing her ass into my erection. That’s when I grip my cock, pressing it against her opening. Her hands tighten on the metal. Her moans become sharper and louder.

  “Wet,” I moan to myself. “So fucking wet.” I push into her, my cock gliding in. She’s tight, though, so I have to be careful. I don’t want to hurt her.

  “Yes,” she growls the word deeply, pushing back against my cock, taking more of me.

  I grunt because she feels so fucking good. I grip her hips to keep her from moving too much. It feels so damned good I groan. Using short, pushy strokes, I fuck her slowly inching my way in until I’m perfectly seated in her snug pussy. It isn’t enough. I want more. So much more. I move slowly and carefully, holding back. Her back is lo
ng and graceful. Her ass is fucking poetry. My hips tap against it with each stroke. Toned and lean with flared hips. She’s gorgeous. I want her body, but I find that I also want to look into her eyes. I want to watch her come. I pull out, hearing her moan of frustration, and then turn her around. I pick her up, leaning her up against the side of her car. She hooks her legs around my waist. I feel her weapons against me. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. She’s unlike anyone I’ve met before.

  I grunt hard as I push back into her. I see her eyes turn hazy. Her head tilts back. She’s making these amazing noises. I grind my cock in and out of her until she’s yelling with each stroke. She’s sliding up and down the car as I push into her. I’m sure if someone walked past my house right now, they would hear us fucking. I don’t care. Neither does she. I’m grunting. My balls are tight. I’m clenching my jaw. I’m working hard at holding it together. It’s tough. She feels so damned good.

  Warm.

  Wet.

  Tight.

  Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. We’ll have to disagree on that one. Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops as her pussy starts fluttering around my cock. Then she’s all-out clenching me, and I’m hunching a little over my middle. Morgan comes apart on a low groan that turns into a punchy yell. Her eyes go hazy. Her face slackens.

  I have to hold back a roar as I come. I growl, sounding vicious and angry. I’m not, I’m losing my mind because she feels so good. Morgan doesn’t flinch at the harsh noise. My hands close a little tighter around her. My strokes turn jerky and desperate. Then I’m coming down from the orgasm and already wanting more.

  I want so much more.

  16

  Morgan

  I’m reeling.

  My body is shaking.

  My channel is still spasming lightly around his cock, which is still hard. I know he came by the noises he made. By the look in his eyes. It wasn’t only good, it was intense too. I’ve never had a guy look at me like that while he fucked me.

  Never.

  It was a little disconcerting, but at the same time, it only intensified what I was feeling. “My room,” he growls the words. His voice is deep.

  I nod. I should pull away. We can still stop this here. End whatever it is that’s happening between us. This isn’t just sex. I would be an idiot if I tried to tell myself otherwise. That, or a liar…and I’m neither. “My gun,” I say, my voice is croaky. “In the car.”

  He nods once and lowers me. Lyre grunts as we come apart. Oh yes! He came, alright. It runs down my inner thighs. Having sex without a condom probably wasn’t the best idea. But I am religious about taking my birth control, so it should be fine.

  I open the back door and lean in, grabbing my Glock. I hear Lyre groan behind me. “You have one hell of an ass,” he says.

  I smile to myself. Most men find me intimidating. I get the distinct impression that those things are what Lyre admires about me. It’s probably because he feels so comfortable in his own skin. A guy doesn’t get manlier than Lyre. He’s confident but with a softer side. I like him far too much.

  I stand and shut the door. Then squeal as Lyre picks me up, holding me in his arms. It feels nice to have someone care for me for a change. To just be able to lean against him and not think.

  Taking big, quick strides, he carries me to his bedroom. He deposits me carefully on his bed and then heads into the bathroom. I put the Glock on the bedside table and unstrap my knife sheath and ankle holster, which I put on the table as well. Lyre returns with a warm towel, which he hands to me.

  This is typical Lyre, always thinking of others. I wash up as best I can, watching with interest as Lyre goes over to his closet. He has hands-down the best body I have ever seen on a guy. He’s tall and built, with wide shoulders. He turns…his cock is jutting from his body. Then there’s that right there. Whoever said size doesn’t matter lied. They seriously lied. I’ve never come so easily. So thoroughly.

  He throws a string of condoms down on the bed next to me. “There’s this saying…” I begin.

  “Oh, yes?” He quirks a brow, kneeling on the bed next to me.

  “Something about closing the stable door after the horse has bolted.” I pick up the condoms and laugh.

  “I’m trying to do the right thing here.” He looks sheepish. “I didn’t want to assume you’d be okay with going bare again.”

  “The horse has already bolted, Lyre.” I drop the condoms. “Use them if you feel more comfortable.”

  He throws me a half-smile that almost has me coming even though he’s not touching me. “Birth control is only ninety-nine percent effective on its own, but when coupled with a condom, the risk is reduced to ninety-nine, point, nine-nine.”

  I chuckle. “You and your statistics and weird facts. That’s less than a percent.” We’re not a couple. Double? Hah, we should be using triple protection.

  He smiles at me, putting his hands on my thighs. They open up, almost on their own. I want him inside me again. I’m feeling just as desperate for him as I did before. “I have another fun fact for you,” he says.

  “Oh, yes?”

  “There are eight thousand nerve-endings in a woman’s clitoris.” He’s looking between my legs.

  My breathing hitches. “Oh, really?” I open my legs wider, watching his pupils dilate and his cock twitch.

  “This, compared to only four thousand in the penis.” His voice has turned husky.

  I choke out a laugh. “Poor you. Although I think that thing has far more than four thousand nerve-endings based on its sheer size.” I snigger, my eyes on his cock. My laugh turns into a deep groan when Lyre leans between my legs and sucks on all eight thousand nerve-endings. My back bows from the sheer intensity of it.

  Holy shit!

  I can’t remember when last a guy went down on me. Lyre licks my clit and then sucks on it again. I mutter a curse, and my eyes roll back in my head. Within half a minute, I’m making the craziest noises but can’t stop. I’m digging my hands into his hair and hooking my legs over his shoulders. I’m trying hard not to hump his face. My eyes are wide. I can’t blink. I’m breathing hard but can’t seem to get any air. He inserts two fingers inside me, and I come hard with a strangled cry. I should probably feel embarrassed at how quickly that happened, but I don’t. I’m too boneless. I battle to get my breath back. He watches me, humor, and a good dose of heat in his eyes.

  “You’re good,” I finally say as I disentangle myself from him. “Really good.”

  “I should be, since I studied anatomy for years.”

  “I thought your specialty was the heart,” I tease.

  “It is.” He climbs over me, pulling my legs up on his body. He braces himself on his arms, which are on either side of me.

  The heart. Mine beats uncontrollably inside my chest. What am I doing? What are we doing? “Can I ask you something?” I ask, feeling him hard against me.

  Lyre brushes his lips against mine. “Yes.”

  “What did the fortune cookie say?” I lick my lips. “I’ve wondered a couple of times…especially since meeting you.”

  He smiles and kisses me again. “So, you were paying attention to my texts.”

  “I was. They were often the highlight of my day.” Since we’re being honest.

  His smile grows. “You wanted to text me back.” He lifts his brows.

  I laugh softly. “I hated the fact, but I did…I almost texted you back a good couple of times.”

  His eyes lift. I see his mind working. “Your life is about to become interesting…that’s what it said.”

  I laugh. “Sounds like that cookie was right on the money. How were the eggrolls? You said you would eat one for me.”

  He kisses my neck, and my eyes flutter closed. “Delicious but not as tasty as you. I finally found one thing you’re not stubborn about.”

  I groan as he pushes into me. He leans back, looking me in the eyes as his cock slowly fills every inch of me. “What would that be?’ I ask, my voice strained.
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  “Coming.” He lifts my legs a little higher. “Not stubborn at all when it comes to that.” He starts to move, blowing my mind right from the start.

  “You’re pushy.” I can already feel things coiling and tightening. “Very pushy, even when you fuck.”

  He chuckles, the sound deep. I’m lying on the condoms. He’s right, we should use them. I dig my fingers into his back and hook my legs around him. He kisses me long and deep until I’m coming apart. All I can see are his eyes on me. All I can feel is him.

  17

  Two days later…

  Lyre

  I take a handful of the fabric. “It’s yours,” I groan. “All yours,” I pant.

  Even though I’m talking about the shirt that Morgan is wearing, I think my words are about more than just the garment.

  Morgan is wearing the pink button-down shirt she took out of the laundry and wore to save my ass just a few weeks ago. Only it isn’t buttoned right now. It’s hanging open, otherwise, she’s gloriously naked. Her eyes are closed. Her mouth is open, and she’s breathing heavily. Her breasts are bouncing hard each time she lands on my cock. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. My belly is tightening. My balls are in my throat. I’m groaning hard at this point.

  “So big,” she moans. “Love your cock,” she mutters to herself, riding me harder. She bites down on her bottom lip, her eyes are hazy.

  I love how she is so unabashed. It’s refreshing. She’s not afraid to tell me what she wants, or just to all-out take it for herself. It’s a big turn-on. I realize that I’m about to commit a cardinal sin and come before she does. This is what this woman does to me.

  I lick my thumb and then find her clit. I rub on it. Her eyes widen. “Oh, and good hands…oh god…such good hands!” Then she’s coming on my cock, her hands gripping my shoulders. She groans and then gives a yell. I grunt and crunch over my middle as I come too. I keep my thumb on her clit, sure to keep her there as long as I can. She finally slumps against me. I feel her heart thump against mine. We lie like that for a minute or two. Trying to catch our breath.