by A. C. Arthur
Once there, he lowered her gingerly to the pile of fleece blankets. Her dress was twisted, displaying much more of her thighs and a hint of her shaved mound.
“Did you know I dreamed of you?” he asked as he pushed his sweatpants down his legs for the second time tonight.
She shook her head, her eyes falling from his face to his rigid dick that jumped as if on command from her perusal.
“I dreamed of you touching yourself.” Because then she was off limits to him and all he could do was fantasize. “I dreamed of your fingers moving over your tight clit and then sinking deep inside. Was it hot, Shola? Are you hot for me right now?”
Her response was a breathy whisper. “Yes.”
He loved the way she said that word. If she never said another word to him for the rest of their lives, this one would be enough.
“Show me.”
Theo wasn’t certain she would. The passion he’d felt in her kiss and the grip she’d had on him were new. He hadn’t seen that in either her or her soul identity. But it was there like he’d unwrapped a box and received the best gift ever. She sat up on the blankets and lifted the dress at its hem. With a movement so slow it was torture, she pulled it up and over her head. No bra and no panties—this had to be the heavenly plane. They must have left the realms behind and elevated to the most glorious place in the universe.
She lay back against a pile of fluffed pillows and planted her feet down on the blankets. When she let her knees fall to the sides, baring the plump folds of her center, his hand instinctively went to his dick, fingers wrapping around his length and jerking.
“You have no idea what beauty is, unless you’re referring to yourself,” he declared.
His mouth watered at the sight, his tongue tracing his lower lip. The beast pressed eagerly against him, wanting, needing more right this moment. But Theo didn’t want to move. He wanted to watch her a little longer and to feel every nuanced effect of what she could do to herself, even if he believed her ultimate pleasure would come from him.
“Touch it. Please, baby, touch it for me.”
She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, her hand moving between her legs, second finger going to her clit and rubbing in small gentle circles.
He gritted his teeth, stroking his length in a motion that matched her rhythm, circling his wrist when he came to the tip and breathing with the intense waves of pleasure soaring through his body as a result. He didn’t know how long he watched her, had no idea how intense this would be when she was so close to him and actually knew that everything she was doing was turning him on. Her folds glistened with her arousal, the sweet scent drifting up to him, intoxicating him.
He went to his knees on the blankets, unable to resist any longer and replaced her finger with his own, moving at a slightly faster pace that had her immediately bucking her hips in response. Her eyes opened at that moment, and she held his gaze while he moved his finger down farther to plunge deep into her moist cove. She gasped and circled her hips with his motions.
“You are much more than you seem,” he whispered. “So tight and hot. So much more.”
When he watched her thighs tremble he hurriedly pulled his finger from her. “Not yet. I want you to come while I’m deep inside of you.”
“Hurry,” she panted.
He obliged, moving between her legs, using his hands to push her thighs open wider. He paused after positioning the tip of his dick at her entrance. This was the moment where, if he hadn’t already done so, a human woman would ask him to suit up with a condom. Drakon were immune to human diseases. All preternatural beings were.
“Now,” Shola whispered. “It is okay to take me now.”
That was all the permission he needed.
* * *
It was like her first time.
The first time with Theo. The first time with a man who was also a dragon. The first time with someone who knew who she really was.
He entered her with one thrust, pushing past the tightness of her core and all the shields she had erected around herself. He filled her so quickly and completely Shola could only gasp. And then he began to move. His pumps were fast and fevered just like their kiss had been. He clasped her ankles, turning his head to kiss each one before spreading her legs into a wide V and stroking in and out of her like a master.
The soft material of the blankets rubbed against her now sensitive skin. Her breasts bobbed, nipples ached, and she watched him as if seeing him for the very first time. The feel of his thick length moving in and out of her, stretching and pleasing her was intense.
“Theo,” she whispered to assure herself this was not a dream. Because in the dreams she’d had of him since they first met, he’d never spoken to her. Everything about him during those times had been all part of her imagination.
“I know,” he replied, his eyes half closed when he stared down at her. “It feels so—”
“Real,” she finished. “This is real.”
She lifted her hands to cup her breasts, fingers going to her nipples to pinch while he continued to pump inside of her. Pleasure seeped through her veins, traveling through her body at rocket speed, until her words became pants and moans, her gaze foggy with desire. She was so wet for him and so needy. Shola was used to bringing her own pleasure, the extent of which she’d never been able to find with any other lover. She was used to having that control.
With that thought, she quickly eased her legs out of his grasp and attempted to sit up. Theo glanced at her momentarily perplexed, but a smile soon ghosted his lips.
“Whatever you want, Shola. All you need to do is ask,” he told her.
“On your back,” she whispered.
He eased out of her, his eyes glowing with desire. He lay back slowly on the blankets, as if she were a photographer capturing him in a seductive pose. And damn was his pose seductive. His long golden body sculpted with muscles that oozed strength even when he was fully dressed. Naked, he was simply splendid, from his bony feet up to his calves and thick toned thighs, to the chiseled abs and chest, the bulky biceps and gloriously handsome face. His dick was long and thick, and before she moved to wrap her fingers around it, she came to her knees, dipped her head and swiped her tongue over the bulbous tip.
He groaned and moved a hand to sift through her hair once more. Shola sighed with a feeling unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Something about the way his fingers felt easing over her scalp made her legs shake and her insides melt. She opened her mouth wider and lowered her head down over every delicious inch of his dick. His breath came in a deep huff, much like the sound his dragon had made when she touched it earlier.
That big powerful dragon with the piercing eyes was this man. The thought made her center throb, desire oozing down to coat the inside of her thighs. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, dragging her tongue along the veined underside. He gripped her to his dick while tracing the fingers of his other hand down her side, over the curve of her hip and between the crease of her bottom. She was so wet his finger slipped easily over her skin until two digits pressed into her and began pumping. Dizzy with pleasure, Shola enjoyed the earthy, musky taste of him mixed with the friction of his fingers stretching and pumping inside of her. She cupped his sac, rolling the tight bag between her fingers while her mouth continued to work over him. His huffs became guttural moans, her name falling from his lips in a litany that emboldened her.
Pulling her mouth and hand from him produced a quick plopping sound. She eased her body away from his hands and flipped a leg over his waist to straddle him. His hands immediately went to her hips, his gaze locking on hers. Shola planted her hands on his chest. She leaned all the way down to touch her swollen lips to his. He took the kiss she offered, sucking her tongue into his mouth with the same fervor that she’d used to suck his dick. She could drown in him, just kissing him, and just knowing she could have this
powerful and protective man, she could fall so quickly and completely.
Instead she tore her mouth away from his, easing back to lower her aching center over his length. She sighed when she sat atop him, taking him in inch by lovely inch. When he was deeply embedded in her, so deep she felt like they were somehow one, Shola began to move. Riding him until they were both screaming and panting, caught in the powerful vortex of desire, being swept away until their release came simultaneously, rendering them both speechless until their bodies finally stilled.
Chapter Fifteen
Theo watched her sleep. He knew that was a mistake, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. The soft gray fleece blanket was tangled around her body from her breasts down to cover one complete leg. He hardened instantly at the sight, but beyond the physical impact she had on him was something more. Something he couldn’t brush aside any longer.
It had been a couple hours since they’d reached that heart-stopping climax, and all that time he’d spent propped on one elbow staring down at her. He hadn’t wanted to ease her off him when she’d fallen asleep on his chest, but he’d wanted her to be comfortable. So he had eventually adjusted their bodies, settling her beneath the blanket to prevent her from catching a chill.
The truth had already settled over him—she was a demigoddess. From the very start, Theo had known she was different, but he would never have imagined how that difference would affect him.
Romance, emotions, entanglements of any kind were not in his nature. They were not what Drakon did well. His father had proven that fact by loving and trusting his mother so deeply it had cost him his clan. No matter how long ago that had occurred, Theo’s chest still burned with what he viewed as his father’s betrayal to their kind and his own decree that he would never put himself in a position to trust and/or care for a woman, whether she be a dragon or any other species.
Yet, here he was, protecting this woman with much more than just the reputation of his company. It had been more than that right from the start.
“I am not sure we should have done this,” she whispered.
He didn’t startle; he’d noticed her eyes were fluttering until they opened completely. “I’m certain we should have,” he responded immediately even though he’d spent the last couple of hours debating that very statement.
She turned her head until she could stare directly at him. “I am not what you think. Once my destiny is fulfilled, I do not know where things will stand.”
“They will stand where you want them to. Your destiny is what you make it.”
She shook her head. “It is preordained.”
He’d heard that before. So many times in his life that he’d been elated when he could finally tune it out.
“You can be what you want, Shola. Do what you please.”
“I was born to save our people. That is the only reason my mother was allowed to carry me, because Oya knew this time would come. She knew that the Dark One would use my father’s debt as a way to regain the power that had been stripped from him when he was banished from walking in this world as anything other than a spirit.”
It was his turn to shake his head. He extended a finger and touched it to her lips. “Shhhh. Not right now. We’ll figure everything out, but not at this moment.”
She tried to sit up, and he moved closer, touching his forehead to hers before closing his eyes.
“I don’t understand this either. I don’t know why we came to be here, together, at this moment, but we are. I can’t tell you what will happen next, but I can promise you it will be whatever we decide. You and me. We decide, Shola.”
He could tell she wanted to argue; it was in her nature. What she’d undoubtedly been taught. She wholeheartedly believed she was in this world for one purpose. He’d learned a long time ago—after more bloodshed, death and destruction than he cared to admit—that wasn’t true.
She lifted a hand to touch his face, her fingers trembling slightly while she ran them along his beard and up to his cheekbones.
“Look at me.”
It was a quiet command, one he had no qualms about following. He kept his forehead pressed to hers and opened his eyes.
“I knew when I first looked into the eyes of that dragon that there was something familiar. Your eyes now are much lighter, but the tiny flecks of silver in them transfer over when you shift.”
“The same happens with you,” he admitted. “Each Drakon has their own magick. Mine is to see soul identities, or the true soul of a being. I saw you, the real you, that first night. And even though your eyes change, your dimples and smile are the same.”
Her brow wrinkled. “I do not understand. I am the real me.”
“Not yet,” he told her. “I don’t think you’ve tapped into the real you yet. But you’re gorgeous in either form. It’s not your eyes that first reached out to me, though, it was your spirit.”
She still looked confused, and Theo knew that was because of what she’d been taught, what had been forced into her mind as a certainty. He hated that they shared that awful conception during their upbringing and desperately wanted to free her from that mental anguish. But he knew that wasn’t going to change after one night.
“I want you again.” He’d been wanting her for hours.
A soft smile touched her lips. “I guess there is no going back, huh.”
He shook his head. “Not as far as I’m concerned.”
“Well then,” she said and pushed the blanket completely off her body. “I guess there’s just one thing to do.”
He glanced down at her naked body and groaned. “No, there are so many things I want to do to you. So many wonderfully delicious things.”
But showing was better than telling, and he started with a kiss. A long, slow kiss with tongues, teeth and lips performing an erotic dance. She was right, there was no going back, especially not after he’d had a taste of her mouth. He could drown in her kisses, in the tentative way in which she tilted her head and slowly let the kiss go deeper, the soft little whimper she released when he sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth. He cupped her face with his hands and he leaned over her, then his fingers inched back until they were buried in her hair.
Tearing his mouth away from her lips, he kissed down to her jaw, his teeth nipping lightly over her skin there before going down to the slim line of her neck. She arched into him, and an animalistic growl escaped his lips.
“This.” The one word tumbled from his lips as he inhaled the sweet scent of their combined arousal. “I never dreamed it would be like this.”
“Me either,” she whispered and pressed her hands to the back of his head, guiding him down until his face was between her breasts.
Perfectly palm-size breasts with dark brown nipples, hard and beckoning him.
He touched one gingerly, rubbing his palm over the taut bud until she arched her back and moaned. Covering the other with his mouth, he licked his tongue over the hardened tip before sucking it deep into his mouth.
“Yes.” She spoke the word in a slow, sexy whisper, and his dick pulsed in response.
Inside, the beast roared loud and long. It was a claiming sound, an owning of everything it sought, and it pushed the man.
Kneeling between her legs now, he moved from one breast to the other, showering the opposite nipple with the same gorging attention until she arched up from the bed, pressing his head farther like she was feeding him. She had no idea how true that actually was.
“More,” she whispered. “I need more.”
He tore his mouth from her and groaned. “Whatever you need. Every damn thing you need.” It was a declaration, an admission, a commitment.
He kept his hands on her breasts, twirling the nipples between his fingers as he dragged his tongue down her torso.
“You taste so sweet,” he whispered over her skin. “I bet every part of you tastes sweet.”
“Do you know how much I want you? How fuckin’ hard it’s been to keep my hands off you?”
“Tell me,” she whimpered, her blunt-tipped nails scraping the back of his head. “Tell me why this makes sense.”
How could he explain they were so beyond that point now? “I want to taste all your sweetness. I want to drown in it. Think of it every second and find it in my dreams. Just you, Shola. Just you.”
That may have been the most honest thing Theo had ever said in his entire life. It was what he wanted without any questions, any explanation or recriminations.
“Is that fair? Is it right that I want all of that too?”
He was rubbing his face over her stomach, turning slightly so that his tongue could slip into the dip of her navel.
“Whatever you want, Shola. What you want is what you can have.”
“I want you.” A simple, yet consuming statement that man and beast quickly latched on to.
“I want you deep inside of me again. And again.”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Hell, yeah.”
But Theo didn’t rise above her and thrust his pulsing length inside of her. Instead, he moved lower until his breath whispered over the tight bud of her clit. The sweet little pebble that beckoned to him. He licked it, loving the tautness moving over his tongue. She bucked beneath him, and he licked again.
“More,” she whimpered. “Please, more.”
He flattened his tongue on the nub, pressing into her until she cried out, and then he sucked it into his mouth. He eased a finger inside of her while licking and suckling her clit and her plump buttery soft folds. She pumped into his mouth, and he gorged on the sweetness he’d craved for longer than he was ready to admit. Drowning. He’d said it before, and the word would forever remain stuck in his mind—he was drowning in her, falling so fast and quick and there was no hope of coming out of this the way he’d once been.