Dragon Released (Reclaimed Dragons Book 1)

by Terry Bolryder

  “You like this, don’t you? Knowing you’re mine right now. That I can do whatever I want with you.” He looked down at her, imperious teal eyes seeing into the depths of her soul as he tilted her head up with the hand entwined in her hair, forcing her to watch him.

  She was so wet she felt like she could collapse onto the floor in a puddle.

  “So beautiful. So fragile. So human. Can’t you see what you do to me?” As he spoke, his thumb on her hip stroked in little circles right where a nerve was sending sensual sensations to a part of her that only wanted more.

  Jo didn’t even know how to respond; all he was doing was making her crazy. And when he covered her mouth once more, licking long and slow through her, she got so close she could have maybe come right there if he kept going.

  Then he pulled back, watching her with a wicked grin, eyes blazing with lust.

  “Soon,” he said, though to himself or to her, she wasn’t quite sure. But regardless, she felt both his hands squeeze her ass, lifting her easily in his arms and pulling them deeper into the penthouse. “But first, a little exploration, shall we?”

  She wrapped her hands around his neck for support as they walked through the finely appointed sitting area, which was bigger than her living room and kitchen combined. The ceiling was quite high, much farther than either of them could reach, and everywhere, pretty ocean-themed art lined the walls above modern furniture and expensive-looking fixtures.

  All Jo could really focus on right now was the feel of his hands on her ass and painfully close to where she wanted to feel them right now. But at least she could feel his thick cock pressed against her as she pulled herself tight to him.

  Then they went past a large kitchen-slash-food prep area, probably for parties and such, then moved into the master suite.

  All along the back of the room, the wall was just a long view of the ocean seen through barely visible glass so it looked like the room itself was set at the edge of the sea. Far below them, she could see the beach and the cool blue-greenish waves crashing on the shore, the sound reaching them even far up here. The bed was gigantic, fully Dallin-sized, and she wondered what it would be like to have him fucking her senseless on it as the ocean crashed in the distance.

  Dallin sent her a toe-tingling smirk when she looked from the bed up at him, but he moved into the bathroom first.

  Though “bathroom” was a stretch. More like a small house full of bathroom-related things. The view of the ocean continued from the bedroom into here as well, with the tiled floor reaching the glass windowpanes suddenly, even more like the ocean was right here beside them. A huge tub sat in the corner, big enough for at least eight, and the back wall had a half dozen sinks.

  But the shower? It was almost too big to be believed, a large, square-shape area surrounded by glass with multiple heads lining the ceiling at close intervals. At the back, there were detachable heads and a long, tiled bench, and Jo thought for a moment how many people could fit in the thing. Twenty? Thirty?

  “It should be like rain,” Dallin said, pulling her into the space with their clothes still on. “Want to see what it’s like to kiss in it?”

  Jo nodded eagerly, sure that she would kiss him anywhere as long as she got to enjoy every second of the powerful connection between them that stirred whenever they touched.

  Dallin peered at a complex-looking panel, then hit a button. In unison, all of the showerheads along the top began to pour water down, falling like heavy rain over them. The water, cold for only a second, immediately became soothing and warm, soaking them through without freezing them in the process.

  Their wet clothes, which clung to their skin, only made the contact between them more electric, and Dallin walked into the center of the shower, face soft and full of wonder as he just held her amidst the downpour.

  He held her a second longer, face seeming lost in awe when Jo grasped his face with her hands and pressed her lips to his. At first, he just kissed her back, meeting her halfway as the magic of the moment surrounded them.

  If Jo had never known what it felt like to love someone, she most certainly thought she knew now, right here with Dallin.

  As the kiss deepened, Dallin took over, kissing her back firmly, entreating her now with his tongue as he slowly, languorously swept through her like a hurricane. For long moments, maybe even minutes, he just held her as the water continued to cascade and powerful emotions threatened to overtake her in the best of ways.

  “Amazing,” Dallin said, pulling away and looking down her.

  “I know. This shower is really something.”

  “I meant you,” he exclaimed, setting her on her feet for the first time in a bit, steadying her with his hands when they went wobbly.

  She just blushed so furiously at that she didn’t know what to say.

  At first, Dallin pulled his shirt off, and it slapped onto the ground, soaked through. His hard, perfectly defined muscles were even more beautiful like this, rivulets of water streaming between his pecs and over his abs, finding each indented muscle in their path downward. Then he undid his pants, and Jo felt her throat go dry as she watched the bulge in his black boxer briefs for a moment before he helped her out of her clothes as well.

  But he wasn’t in a rush now, taking his time as he peeled away one layer after the other, soaking up the sight of her as he did. Her shirt. Then her jeans. The warm, heavy fabric was ticklish as it came off, arousing her senses with sensual feelings. Then her bra, which he undid and gingerly set aside.

  “I’ll get us more clothes. Right now, I just want to see you, Johanna. Feel you. Remind myself this isn’t a dream and I’m not going to wake up without you at any moment,” he said, voice low and rough. Somehow, the water cascading down his face as it continued to pour only made him look more beautiful. Like a fallen angel seeking solace in her tiny world of cupcakes and online videos.

  “So… sensitive,” she replied as his hands felt over her sides, down her thighs, then back up. Then, with a smooth motion, he slid her underwear off, then his own, leaving them both entirely bared to each other.

  The sight of Dallin as his hands worked over her, totally naked, with the ocean stretching off limitlessly in the distance behind him was almost too wonderful to contain. So instead, Jo focused on the moment. The way his fingers touched her, gliding easily over wet skin. The way his gaze went hot whenever she let out a sigh of pleasure. The way he seemed to worship every inch of her, placing light kisses along her collar, her shoulder, down to her belly, then her thighs.

  “Eternity would never be enough to fully enjoy you, Jo. But I’m happy with you like this wherever we may find ourselves.” He held one breast and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly on her already sensitive skin.

  Even kneeling on the ground in front of her, he was so big. So unmoving except for exactly what and when he wanted to move. His cock, already so hard she could practically taste what it would feel like in her hands, inside her, seemed fit to just be there while he licked her over like more delicious candy.

  And when his finger slid up her clit, the friction even more palpable, more erotic with them wet like this, her knees buckled slightly.

  Dallin carefully gathered her hands and put them squarely on his shoulders for support before looking up and saying, “Stay right here.” It wasn’t until he spread her legs slightly and lowered his mouth to her center that Jo realized what he was asking of her exactly.

  His tongue stroked over her clit, making blinding pleasure shake her body, and Jo almost fell forward, needing to use her arms to keep standing because her legs weren’t going to be able to do the job for her.

  Somehow, the fact he was doing this while she was standing only made it hotter, more risqué.

  “Just like this,” he reiterated, then covered her center with his mouth again, growling as he sucked and licked her voraciously.

  Jo’s legs screamed, unable to writhe or move like her body would normally do under such intense stimulation. But she bra
ced her hands, gripping tightly as he used one hand to spread her folds slightly, giving him even more direct access to the most sensitive spot on her body.

  “Oh God,” Jo cried out, feeling her entire body tense each time he flicked upward. Her toes were tingling. Her knees felt like jelly. But when Dallin sent a commanding glare, she kept still, trying her best to receive the overwhelming sensations that were made only stronger by the position he had her in.

  He continued to tease her until she was shaking from head to toe, desperate for release. It was only then that he wrapped one thick arm around her, helping hold her up effortlessly even though she remained standing while he continued to devour her.

  She was close. So close and aching and dripping wet and tense and desperate for release.

  Finally, he made her come with just the right pressure and friction, and Jo held on for dear life as everything locked up in her body for a single moment, heralding her release.

  In the same moment, she felt Dallin grip her thighs with both hands, sinking into her softness as he held her up just as she came. An earthshattering jolt of pleasure pulsed through her with rapid vibrations, and she fell forward, hands still on Dallin’s shoulders as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

  “Just hold on.” Dallin’s words were barely audible over the sound of rushing water in her ears and through her body as all the tension released over several wonderful, intense moments.

  But just as she was finishing, about to go limp, her legs barely able to stand anymore, she felt whisked off the ground into his capable arms. Dallin’s face, which was smiling even as he watched her intensely, looked down in satisfaction as he turned the shower off and grabbed two towels for them on his way out, heading for the bed.

  He set her on the edge, toweling her and then himself off haphazardly until they were mostly dry, leaving them soaking in the warm air and the rhythmic beat of the crashing waves below.

  Jo, her body aching from release and aching for more, backed herself up in the bed, watching as Dallin pulled a condom on and got onto the bed with her. She could feel her body calling to his, eager to feel him as he came inside her as he had before. Eager to see him lose control, teal eyes going brightest as he pleasured her senseless.

  Dallin was above her, poised at her entrance, and she could feel the warmth of his body radiating over her like light from the evening sun. He didn’t say anything, just gathered both her hands with his, fingers entwining as his strong palms pinned her arms on each side of her on the bed.

  He’d done so much for her. Shown her who he really was so many times she held nothing but trust for this mysterious, complex person that always said one thing and did another. Like saving her countless times. Like making her smile, turning her on.

  Like just being the very person he was.

  She spread her legs a little wider, anticipating the feel of him, and Dallin thrust into her with his incredible thick length. She moaned loudly, not holding back her body’s responses anymore as she felt filled, stretched slightly from the inside out with incredible sensation.

  And when he moved, damn, it was like heaven on earth. The perfect friction as he slid partly out, then back in, teasing her insides with tension. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting firmly, moving at the speed of her pleasure, hooking his hips slightly to intensify the way his head moved over her G-spot.

  And as she writhed, his hands holding her firmly but not painfully against the bed only made sex with him more powerful. She writhed, her body trying to move this way and that as her skin buzzed and the muscles along her back trembled from the rising tension, but there was nowhere to go except deeper.

  She was getting close, much faster even than in the shower. And as he continued to thrust, not letting her pleasure pause for even a second, he let one hand go, reaching it between them even as her now-free hand mourned the additional contact with Dallin.

  But she didn’t have a moment longer to contemplate that because she was coming, the driving force of his body into hers mixing with the feel of his finger on her clit at the same time too much to bear.

  It. Was. Amazing.

  She relaxed, which took awhile because having Dallin inside her, waiting while she came, only pushed her orgasm even further than it would have gone on its own. But somehow, he remained still, watching with care and insatiable hunger as she screamed in release until there was nothing left.

  Then, to her delight, he gathered both her hands in one of his, setting them above her on the pillow so he could pin both of her wrists easily with his long fingers and big palm. His other arm, the muscles there straining, kept him propped up as he began to slowly move again.

  “You’re mine, Johanna. You were mine from the moment I saw you.” His voice was fierce, husky as he continued to move. She squirmed, testing his strength and finding his grip completely unyielding, which only made the thrill of his pleasure more exciting, more erotic as each thrust took her to new heights.

  He continued. “I’ve never been so obsessed, so hungry for one person like I am for you. No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I’ll always want you with everything I have,” he said possessively, gaze roving over her even as he continued to bring their bodies together again and again.

  Jo didn’t know how to respond because she wanted the same and couldn’t picture a time when they weren’t together. Plus, his cock filling her while he held her down was too intense to make thinking easy, especially about such difficult things.

  “Dallin,” was the only word that escaped her mouth as she practically begged for release again.

  He smirked in satisfaction, reaching the hand that wasn’t holding hers between them again and making her come instantly, her swollen nub oversensitive from his mouth earlier.

  She swam in pure pleasure until finally, Dallin looked down at her, making her quaking body still momentarily. “This time, come with me,” he commanded. And even though there was no force, no demand, Jo couldn’t help wanting to do as he said.

  After all, it resulted in mind-blowing orgasms for her.

  He went quickly, pushing them higher and faster than ever before. Each thrust was like a wildfire ignited over her body as he threw more and more gasoline on the blaze. He was so focused, gaze only tensing barely even as she watched the muscles on his body, particularly his shoulders and arms, bulge from exertion.

  Jo held her breath, bit down on her lip. Any distraction to hold on a little longer as her dragon brought them to the edge. She could see a small muscle at the edge of his jaw tick even as her entire body felt like it was going to melt or explode. Maybe both at the same time. His hand, still above her, tightened slightly as it held hers, only further pushing her against the desire to come.

  Then with one quick flick of his hand and the pump of his hips, Jo fell over the edge.

  “Dallin, Dallin, Dallin!” she screamed as loud as her lungs could possibly allow, all the air in her being forced out by the full-body release that overtook her.

  “Jo. Jo.” He held on for a moment, releasing her hand just as she reached up for him, wrapping herself into him and holding on just as she could feel his cock jerk inside her.

  As he came, he held her too. But possessively, like a powerful creature clasping something it owns, that it wants to protect. He groaned as his release deepened, and Jo marveled at seeing him so swept up, so overtaken.

  Like she’d been from the very start.

  Jo just rode out the last moments of her release, feeling their bodies react to each other, listening to the sounds of his breaths against her shoulder as he slowly relaxed.

  And when he pushed himself up on the bed to look down at her, it was Jo’s turn to cup his cheek, the scruff of his beard tingling her fingers as she just held him for a moment.

  And when he kissed her, it felt like an eternity even though Johanna knew their journey was only beginning.

  She didn’t know where this would go. If it would end and how.

  But in her heart, the
one thing she did know was that she loved Dallin, her overprotective, silly, sometimes blustering dragon. And she knew he cared for her because it was in every look he gave, every move he made, every touch he caressed her with.

  For now, that was enough.

  19

  Jo didn’t think life could get any better despite it being weirder than ever before.

  It had been several days since the day at the wharf, and though Dallin still seemed a bit worried at times, Jo felt like he was slowly relaxing.

  And at certain moments, like when he was relaxing with Puggles curled up on his chest while she did a podcast or when he was lying with her in his arms, she felt he was actually at peace.

  After everything he’d been through, she was just happy to give that to him.

  When the day came for the next training seminar, Dallin was loath to leave her side, so she suggested inviting everyone over to her place where they could have a cookout as well.

  Which led to where she was now, sitting on a couch, watching a tall man with ash-blond hair and icy-blue eyes teach three unruly “dragons” more about fae bonding.

  She found it fascinating as well.

  “I don’t see why we need to know this,” Dallin said irritably. He was wearing a blue tee that brought out the teal in his eyes and strained over his powerful muscles. His handsome face was challenging as he looked up at Brett, the man who was presenting. “We aren’t fae. We’re dragons.”

  Brett’s icy eyes narrowed, and Jo got the feeling this wasn’t someone used to insubordination. “Are you going to let me finish? I’m done trying to convince you that you should embrace every part of you no matter how it was acquired. But the others here want to learn, and—”

  “Traitors,” Dallin muttered, folding his arms as Jo leaned in and bumped him gently and then rubbed his arm. “Traitors to all dragonkind.”