She’d felt this once before. When he’d kissed her. Only, now it was like the gates were opening, waiting for them both to take the leap that neither one could do on their own.
Jo wrapped her arms around his neck, needing the support of his big body as his tongue met hers, sliding along her mouth and exploring the sensitive places she hadn’t known existed. As if sensing her every whim, his other hand came down to support her back, bringing them even closer as she could feel his hard muscles pressed against her chest, her hips, even her legs.
He hit a certain spot, making her legs nearly buckle, and suddenly, she was swept off the ground, supported in his arms as he pulled away for a moment, their faces barely inches apart.
Only, now his expression wasn’t worried as he licked his lips, gaze burning with such want that if it were possible to eat her up just by looking at her, he would. He exuded raw, dominant energy that made the woman in her painfully aware of every sensation, every tiny reaction that her body had to his.
Of all the Dallins she’d seen, this one, by far, was the hottest.
“So where do we go from here?” she asked, heart beating in her chest with excitement that had nowhere to go but deeper into… whatever this was.
“I can’t promise forever,” he said softly. “I don’t know who’s coming for you or for me. Or if I’ll be reassigned somewhere. But I can promise I’ll give you everything I have, everything I am, right here and right now. If that’s enough for you…”
Jo’s response was to take his face with her hands, the hard lines of his jaw palpable on her fingertips, and kiss him with all the fervor she could muster in the moment.
He grinned against her lips before licking along the edge of her lower lip, making her squirm.
“How’s that for an answer?” Jo replied.
He smirked at her, heading for her bedroom, each step feeling like it was another step closer to destiny, whatever the hell that meant.
“Fucking perfect,” Dallin said.
And though she didn’t know what making love to a dragon entailed or even really meant, all Jo understood was that she needed him just as much as he needed her.
It would be more than she’d ever dreamed to just have this one moment.
13
Jo had never seemed so small, so feminine and bold, than in the moment she’d kissed him.
And Dallin had never wanted someone so badly as to be this stupid. To be so caught up in a moment that he’d give anything to make her his own.
Even his soul.
He held her easily in his arms, Jo’s legs wrapped around his midsection as he walked toward her room. Once he opened the door, he was greeted by a pretty, well-appointed space full of creams and beige with blue accents.
Like Jo, delightful to a fault.
Unable to resist the taste of her skin on his lips, he took Jo’s ear in his mouth, sucking on the lobe for a moment, twiddling her little earring with his tongue before pulling back. He could feel the rise and fall of her breaths against him, could note even the slightest twitch of her muscles in response to what he did.
He’d never thought much of love, but he’d known he would be a responsible lover. Someone who got the job done right. But in the world of fae, it was impossible to bridge the gap between how everyone perceived him and who he really was.
That, and revenge hadn’t left a lot of time for love in his life.
But now, as he set his curvy goddess down on the bed, watching as her honey-brown eyes widened as they looked up at him, Dallin realized he’d never been one to initiate. To want someone just as badly as they’d wanted him.
Equals.
He threw aside his shirt, the thin material restrictive against his skin, and he let Jo enjoy the sight of him for a moment.
Soon enough, she’d be screaming his name. There was no rush.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, reaching her hands up to feel along his abdominals, his chest, as he lowered himself over her, giving her access. Just the lightest brush of her fingertips made him harder than hell, body oddly sensitive to her. “Amazing.”
“I know, right?” he replied with a smirk.
Jo scoffed playfully. “Hey, you’re not actually supposed to say that.”
“Why not? I am.” Granted, it wasn’t that he thought himself beautiful or sexy. He’d just been around enough people—human or fae—to know what kind of reaction he got.
The only thing he saw when he looked in the mirror was a monster.
“I mean, it’s not really fair, right? Huge, objectively attractive guy.” She waved her hands, motioning at him, still staring at his chest. “Then you have me. Average. Normal.”
Dallin growled, leaning down, lips crashing over Jo’s with all the fierceness of a dragon protecting its treasure. And when his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips, he swept inside, claiming her and promising much, much more.
When he finally pulled back, Jo took in a long, surprised breath.
“You take that back,” Dallin demanded. “There’s nothing normal or average about you.”
She blushed furiously, glancing to the side. “You say that, but I’m curvy and a baker. Not some model or famous starlet like you should—”
He pressed a finger to her lips, shushing her.
“One more bad word about the woman I’m interested in and I’ll have to protest by walking right out of here.”
Her gaze looked shocked. “You wouldn’t,” she said, barely audible as she spoke against his finger.
“I wouldn’t,” he replied, bringing both hands down to caress the outline of her shapely body. So soft. So perfect. “But you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted like this. Wanted to just hold and touch and pleasure senseless.”
Wanted to make his forever if that were possible.
She began to relax under his touch, mewling softly as he pulled her shirt up, still exploring and marking her body with his fingertips, tracing outlines and taking his time as he did.
He continued. “I don’t fucking care what anyone else thinks, says, or does because you are the one who’s been driving me crazy ever since I met you.” He slowly undid the button of her jeans, pulling the fabric downward and sliding them past her legs, then felt along the thin fabric of her panties, watching her thighs tense as he did.
Green. What a perfect color.
He lowered himself over her, hiking her shirt up past her bra, squeezing one breast over the material as he licked up the side of her neck slowly, eagerly.
“Also, I know I already mentioned this, but dragons love curves,” Dallin whispered into her ear. “So that makes you even more perfect than you knew.”
“I… I don’t know what to say,” she replied, sounding breathless even though they’d barely started.
“Just say my name when you come. That’s all I want from you.” He bit down lightly on the shell of her ear, making Jo mewl in pleasure. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
She nodded in reply at that, and with a hand reached behind her back, he undid her bra. A moment later, it was gone, along with her shirt, leaving her just in her panties, hair splayed over her pillow on the bed.
And even though it was only a smallish bed in a smallish room in the suburbs of some city he didn’t even know, Dallin would take this moment here with Jo over the richest palace and the finest things any world could possibly have to offer.
For the first time in his life, he was exactly where he wanted to be.
With the one person that made him feel alive.
Now nearly naked, Johanna looked the slightest bit nervous. But that melted away as he felt up her thighs, then her hips, gaze devouring her as he reached her breasts. And when he tweaked her nipples slightly with his thumb and forefinger, she mewled, eyes shutting as she simply received his touch.
Good, Johanna.
For a minute, he massaged them, squeezing the soft flesh as his thumbs pressed against the tiny peaks begging for more. Then he licked and sucked, varying the p
ressure he used to make Jo gasp the loudest, then doing it over and over until her hands were clasping the sheets at her sides.
“Oh my God,” she said breathlessly, writhing under his touch, growing more flushed by the minute. “I’ll say this. You’re thorough. I can’t think.” Her head twisted to the side as he nibbled and sucked gently on one nipple.
“I wouldn’t know because I’ve never been on the receiving end of me,” he said between flicks of his tongue against her breast. “Then again, that would drive me crazy because I prefer to be the one doing this—” With that, he slid a hand between them, finger smoothly moving up her slit, her folds completely palpable even through her underwear.
And when she moaned, Dallin felt his entire body twitch along with his cock, so furiously aroused by the whole experience of this woman it was hard to hold back.
Damn, this would be fun.
He slowly teased her clit over and over, making each stroke of his finger on her center count as the sounds of Jo’s pleasure got louder, freer as she seemed to allow herself to simply fall into the sensations. And when he started to go faster, her eyes went wide, looking at him and the ceiling and every which way as he pushed her closer to the limit.
But even the panties felt unnecessary, and he paused, sliding them off and tossing them aside so he could touch her with nothing between them. She was so wet, making his fingers glide over her as he alternated up and down to see what she liked best.
Jo’s breaths were racing, chest rising and falling as he teased her at the edge, going faster when the pressure ebbed and going slower when she seemed ready to come.
Then, with rapid strokes, he made her orgasm, watching with rapt attention as she tensed for an imperceptible moment, poised on the edge.
“Dallin,” she screamed upward, body arching with the release as she writhed in ecstasy.
For long moments, he watched her come until she sagged back against the bed with a gasp of relief. Around them, the room glowed from rays of afternoon light pouring through the shades on the windows.
So beautiful.
But he was far from done with her.
Dallin spread her legs, eager to taste the wetness he’d felt only a moment ago on the tips of his fingers, and lowered himself, amused as the blush on Jo’s face seemed to deepen as he got closer to her center.
Then, with a satisfying lick up her sex, Dallin took her clit with his mouth, flicking his tongue against her with little motions that had Jo gasping in ecstasy.
Before Jo, sex had seemed perfunctory. Something he wasn’t interested in.
But this? He enjoyed this. Loved it.
And Johanna was to thank for that.
Each moan, each furtive look down at him, each time she clenched her hand in the sheets or bucked her hips erotically, was all his. Just for him and no one else. And anything that came between them would be destroyed by a raging emerald dragon.
Mate. He thought he heard the word far off, but he ignored it as he continued to pleasure Jo senseless, pushing her harder than before, making her struggle against the bed as she fought to hold back another release.
And when she came against his mouth, he continued to suck on her, pushing the orgasm even higher just because he wanted to.
And because she was enjoying the hell out of it, too.
Jo lay back against the bed, flushed and glowing from exertion, so beautiful naked that Dallin wished he had better words to describe how he felt than simply want.
“More or finished?” Dallin asked, body burning with lust for this astounding woman that made him rethink everything he knew about being a dragon.
She gave him a hungry look, peering down at the bulge that strained against his pants, and nodded eagerly.
He stepped off the bed, taking off the rest of his clothes before kneeling above her again.
“But first,” he said, reaching a hand between her legs and slowly exploring her entrance before pressing a finger into her opening, then two. Jo watched him, eyes locked on his as he tried not to come just from being inside her.
But by the time he was using three fingers, stroking and curling inside her in such a way that made Jo writhe with pleasure, he was a little more confident that he could offer a good experience in spite of his size.
Whatever he did, he wanted to make sure she came too.
He slowly withdrew, taking a second to lick his fingers, smiling when Jo covered her face in embarrassment.
Delicious.
Then he reached back toward his jeans, pulling a condom out and putting it on before positioning himself at her entrance.
Jo, who seemed to realize just how big he was, just licked her lips as he got closer.
He could feel her wetness as his tip teased her a bit, and the way her warm eyes sparkled in the light made him gape in awe at the strange connection he felt with her, the way he couldn’t help but be drawn to her in every way, physical and otherwise.
Simply savoring the moment, he leaned down to kiss Jo. Immediately, she opened for him, and their tongues entwined as he focused on pleasuring her from the inside out. And even when she let out a stifled moan against him, he continued to claim her, mark her, sealing their lips together as if he could somehow seal their fates as well.
To his surprise, he felt Jo wrap her legs around his back, and with unexpected quickness, she drew his cock into her slowly, gradually, until they met all the way together.
Dallin broke the kiss, and Jo had a slightly mischievous smile on her swollen lips that tasted like frosting and felt like happiness.
“I couldn’t help it. You were making me ache with anticipation,” she said, not seeming sorry at all.
Dallin just grinned.
“I guess I’ll have to make you pay for that…” he responded playfully, slowly sliding halfway out then thrusting back in, their hips coming together perfectly. He leaned down to her ear, feeling her body tremble even as every second they were joined like this was pure, unfiltered ecstasy. “By making you come twice.”
Then he started to move into a rhythmic, pumping speed, feeling her sheath tighten around him each time he entered. Jo opened her mouth to say something, but it was cut off by a loud gasp as he hit just the right spot, and her hands fell to the sides, clutching the sheets beside her.
As much as he wanted to just take her hard and rough until she came so intensely she was comatose with pleasure, he intended to make good on his promise to draw things out.
The air got hotter by the moment as he moved slightly faster, a little at a time. Enough to keep her body from ever withdrawing from the quickly building release coiling within her. And as she got closer, Dallin reached a hand to her center, stroking over her clit while still supporting himself with one arm and continuing to thrust.
“Oh, Dallin.” Jo, her eyes shut, reached a fist to her mouth and bit down on her knuckle. But she didn’t last long as he continued to tease her, finally pushing her over the edge and into release as he sheathed himself inside her and flicked her tiny nub.
Watching her come apart beneath him with pleasure so hot her words were unintelligible for a moment? Easy. Delightful. Heaven.
Not coming with her? That was very tough as Dallin felt her tighten around him, her arms pulling him down so they were chest to chest, rhythmic pulses going through her body and clenching his cock as she orgasmed.
Even when Jo’s hands relaxed, they only relaxed part of the way, fingertips still scraping against his skin as he appraised her.
“I… can’t last very long,” she exclaimed, breaths harried and quick. “God, I didn’t know it could be like this.”
“Good. Then come with me,” Dallin replied tenderly, amazed at her stamina and so close a fucking breeze could make him go over the edge.
But only if that breeze was named Johanna.
He moved quickly, thrusting into her even faster than he had before Jo had come. Johanna, clutching him more tightly than ever, her breasts and belly soft and warm against his chest as they c
ollided, was moving with him now too. And each time they met, they withdrew, causing the pleasurable ache in each of them to build and build until it was unbearable.
Then again, being without Jo would be even more unbearable.
Each gasp, each breath felt like the last one before the finish. And as Jo got so close she couldn’t continue to move, her nails digging into his back with delightful pressure, Dallin moved for both of them. Every muscle was on fire, every cell in his body raised at attention as it became difficult to comprehend what was him or her at this point.
Then, her head thrown back onto the pillow, Jo’s mouth opened, eyes wide as she finally came for him.
“Dallin! Dallin!” she screamed loudly, voice filling the room as he felt Jo lose control and he lost it with her.
The first and only time he’d liked losing control.
He kept himself inside her even as Jo’s body coming made his cock jerk with such powerful release it bordered on pain. Everything felt like it was upside down, the inertia from all the pent-up energy and sexual tension between them for days coming out all at once.
But his orgasm only made her come harder, which, in turn, made him come harder until they were both panting, wrung out of all possible pleasure for the time being.
The floor could have been on the ceiling, the walls made of chocolate, and Puggles could have been a duke with a British accent, and it still wouldn’t be as magical or fantastical as the incredible feeling of care and want that welled inside Dallin’s chest like a burning star.
Jo, who looked as exhausted as she was pleased, just watched him tenderly while Dallin got his bearings.
“See what I mean,” he said, still trying to catch his own breath. Fighting chaos and traveling between worlds was less utterly overwhelming as sex with Jo had been. “Nobody does to me what you do, Johanna.” And as he finished his sentence, barely making it, he cupped her cheek with his hand, smiling as she nestled against it.
And when he leaned down to kiss her, softly and sweetly, it was like a brand was being burned onto his heart. No, his soul. Something he knew he couldn’t fight, and he knew he didn’t want to either.
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