Dragon's Honor (Paranormal Protection Agency)

by Mina Carter

  She waved at the other man over her shoulder and let Baron lead her where he would. She was way too tired to argue. Silence stretched out between them as he led her upstairs. Even on that short walk the precautions he’d already taken for her security were obvious. There was a guard at what remained of the front door and another on the stairs. If either were human, then she was a monkey’s uncle. There wasn’t a guard at the top of the stairs, for which she was grateful. Tension joined the silence between her and Baron with each step closer to her bedroom door.

  Oh hell, who was she trying to kid? It was the middle of the damn night. She’d probably had bed-head before the homicidal fairies had trashed the kitchen and tried to punch her ticket. Risking a quick glance down, she grimaced. Her robe hadn’t survived the encounter. Covered in redcap blood, a large tear had taken the hem from under the knee to hip, indecently so. Instead, she was swaddled in Baron’s shirt.

  She stole a glance at him from under her lashes. Sans shirt, his broad shoulders and muscular chest were displayed to mouth-watering advantage in a tight, white wife-beater vest.

  She swallowed, throat making a dry ‘clacking’ sound, embarrassed by the heat that rolled through her from the top of her head right down to where it made her toes curl. She shouldn’t find him attractive…well no, screw attractive, he wasn’t just attractive. He was hot, freaking panty-wetting hot with a capital H.

  Her door loomed and she slowed down, not wanting to be parted from him. In her head she rolled through scenarios to invite him into her room, each more charged than the last. There was just one problem. She’d never have the guts to act like a sex kitten and say the words her imagination kept trying to feed her.

  Baron slowed his pace to match hers, turning to study her. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little….”

  Hot and bothered? Wondering what you look like out of the rest of your clothes? She’d been wrong about the tattoos. His arms were clear, which in her scattered state of mind, made perfect sense. She’d seen creepy little men scale walls like gravity was optional tonight, so a few missing tattoos were no biggie. She’d probably mistaken a shadow for a tattoo or something.

  “Oh, screw this.”

  His voice a low growl, he crowded her against the wall by her door. She met him halfway, lips crashing against his in a desperate dance as the tension of the last couple of hours shattered through her. Fuck being embarrassed. She needed this. Needed him. Needed the contact to feel alive again, to reassure herself that she hadn’t met her end in the hallway under a redcaps pike.

  The heat of his body surrounded her, reassuring and arousing all at the same moment. His tongue parted her lips with a decisive sweep, and drove within the soft recesses of her mouth. She moaned at the first touch, the sound lost under his deeper rumble of approval and pleasure, and wound her tongue around his. Playing with it, teasing him and then withdrawing in a display of sexual bravado totally unlike her. She had no idea where it had come from, but when he growled and pressed his hips against hers, the thick length of his cock pressing hard into her soft belly, she didn’t care.

  He broke away, his breathing ragged and looked down at her. She’d never seen such a tortured expression on a man’s face before. “God, Honor, don’t…just don’t. I shouldn’t…but I…when you…I can’t resist.”

  She frowned in confusion. Couldn’t what? What was she doing? But she didn’t get past opening her mouth to ask. He claimed her lips again and if she’d thought the last kiss was hot, this one was an inferno. He demanded and she gave, not playing any more. Instead she let him plunder her mouth, taking what he wanted. What they both wanted. He kissed her like she was the last woman on earth, aggressive with a hint of desperation that melted her heart. Then she stopped thinking, and matched him kiss for hard kiss.

  Her knees gave out, too weak to hold her, so she grabbed his upper arms for support. He pulled her closer, wrapping a hard arm around her waist and deepening the kiss further. She whimpered, the sound barely audible and wriggled, pressing her hips against his. Heat and desire raced through her veins, lending courage as she pulled away to whisper against his lips.

  “Bedroom, now.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  He swept her up into his arms, shouldered the door open, and strode through it. Hooking a foot around the door, he shut it behind them and headed straight for the bed. But he didn’t put her down on it as she expected. Instead, he stopped by the side and held her, his eyes closed. Honor frowned. Oh shit, he’d decided against it. Or she wasn’t his type. Mortification started a different type of burn through her veins as she tried to struggle free. All she wanted to do was crawl under a rock, or hide in the bathroom, and not emerge for…oh about a month.

  “Stay still,” he begged, strain tightening his voice. “Please, for God’s sake, stay still for a moment.”

  His words soothed her, her embarrassment receding as she noticed the tension all but vibrating through his body. Like a coil about to snap. What would happen when it did?

  “Okay. Still. Promise.”

  She had no intention of keeping her word. No sooner had the words had left her lips than she lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair. The band capturing it at the nape of his neck had long gone, leaving the strands playing loose over his shoulders. He groaned as she did it again, pleasure easing some of the tension on his face until he lifted his head and opened his eyes.

  She sucked a breath in at the darkness there, her imagination giving his eyes a golden ring where she knew the color was blue. It should have scared her, the intent way he looked at her, but instead it filled her with a sense of power. She’d done this, made him fight with himself, created the tension that ran through his frame, and it pleased her in a very primal, feminine way.

  “Are you sure about this, Honor?” He dropped his head to press a kiss to her lips. “Because once we start, I won’t be able to stop. You need to be sure. Now.”

  She swallowed, a dry ‘click’ in the back of her throat and nodded. She couldn’t have spoken to save her life.

  “Thank you,” his whisper reverent, he claimed her lips again, the caress gentle and so sweet it was heart-breaking.

  Her back hit the cool sheets of the bed, the duvet thrown back when she’d gotten out hours ago. He followed her down, the heat of his body never leaving hers as he bracketed her with one arm under her neck and a hard leg over both hers. A shiver stole its way down her spine. Erotic captivity. Until now, until him, she’d have never thought she’d enjoy…no crave…the idea of a man pinning her down and taking what he wanted. Now, it was all she wanted him to do.

  Driving his free hand into her hair, he kissed her again. This time the kiss was wicked enough, hot enough, to flay flesh from bone. She couldn’t even moan, too intent on getting closer, kissing him back. Her breath caught as he slid a hard knee between them, parting her thighs wider. She helped, lifting her knees for him. Nipping her lip, he used her gasp to slide back into her mouth. The thrust of his tongue, a rhythm so familiar and instinctive, did wicked things to her insides. Her pussy clenched, aching to feel him inside her. He needed to be inside her. Now.

  She moaned, the sound lost under another thrust of his tongue, then he was gone, breaking the kiss to explore her neck. Hand hard in her hair, he pulled her head back, exposing the long line of her throat. She whimpered again, the soft breathy sound one she’d never heard herself make, and wriggled as he trailed his fingers up her inner thigh. Reaching her panties, the fabric already sodden with her arousal, he groaned and rested his forehead against her collarbone.

  “You’re already wet for me, sweets. Hot and ready, aren’t you?”

  She wasn’t sure if he expected an answer, but the instant he swept a broad-tipped finger under the edge of her panties, there was no way she’d be able to provide one. Hell, it was a good job breathing was automatic, because she wouldn’t have been able to get it together enough to figure that out either. He teased along the lace edge
then swept the fabric away to leave her exposed. Another tremble swept through her as the cooler air of the room hit her exposed pussy lips.

  His lips returned to play along her collarbone and back up the side of her throat, the sharp nip of his teeth on her earlobe making her jump. Then he stroked his fingers along her wet folds and she forgot all about her ear.

  “So slick….” He found her clit and rubbed, dragging a soft keen from the back of her throat. Pleasure rolled out from her core, the tiny bundle of nerves tightening under his touch as though begging for more. She wanted more, wanted everything he could give her. “Slick and wet. All for me.”

  He circled her clit and stroked down again, finding the entrance to her pussy and teasing the opening with the blunt tip of his finger. Rubbing her own juices into her hole then dipping just inside the entrance until she thought she’d go mad.

  “I love the sound you made just then.” He found her clit again, rubbing in tiny circles until her head thrashed side to side on the pillow. “So sexy and sweet. I wonder if you taste just as sweet?”

  Oh Lord, he wasn’t…. He was. She pressed her head back against the pillows as he slid down her body, shoving his shirt and her night dress up past her waist. Burning with need, she yanked them up further and pulled them off over her head as he settled between her legs. His eyes glowed as he looked up at her, dark desire darkening his expression even further as he swept a look over her body.

  “Perfect….” He held her gaze and dropped his head, parting her pussy lips with gentle fingers to flick his tongue over her clit. She gasped, heat filling the tiny bud and spilling over into her cunt to form a hard ache. “Utterly perfect.”

  She didn’t care whether she was or wasn’t, all she cared about was that he do that again. And he did. Pushing her legs wider, he licked her again, feasting on her clit as though he were a starving man with an all-you-can-eat buffet laid out in front of him. He flicked and circled, using long, soft licks in between hard stabs of his tongue. Then, when she was shuddering and gasping, he pulled her clit into the warm cavern of his mouth and sucked.

  She groaned, reaching up to grab the headboard for something to hold onto as he set about driving her mad. He licked and flicked again as his fingers returned to teasing her pussy. Reaching up, he pinched her nipple suddenly. A hard tweak that made her cry out, pleasure-pain arrowing right down to her cunt, and at the same moment he thrust two thick fingers deep inside her.

  She opened her mouth to moan, her back arched to press her head back into the pillow, but no sound emerged. Pleasure filled her, spreading out from her core in unstoppable waves. Her pussy clenched around his fingers like a glove, squeezing and holding him tight.

  “Like warm silk,” he muttered, the words hot puffs of air against her hypersensitive clit. She squirmed as the need to move built within her. He pulled his fingers free until they were almost clear of the snug embrace of her cunt, then drove them right back in. His lips closed around her clit again, dragging a soft cry from her lips, and he set up a slow and sensual rhythm with his fingers. In and out. In and out. Each pump of his fingers timed perfectly with a pull on her clit.

  Her pussy gripped his fingers as tension built in her body. Fire balled in a hard knot deep in her womb. Every instinct she had urged her to move. To rock her hips into his hand as he fucked her with his fingers. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of his long hair, holding him in place against her clit. She needed this, needed more, needed to feel.

  There was no more time. Her head dropped back and her mouth falling open as a familiar tension building behind her pelvis, tightening her body almost to the point of pain. With a wordless cry, she reached for him, but he already had her, the fingers of his free hand lacing through hers.

  “That’s it, sweets. Just let it go. Come for me. I want to taste your sugar all over my tongue.”

  That did it. The words, uttered in that sexy deep rumble of his right against her clit and the images they conjured took her right to the brink, and then hurtled her headlong over it. She gasped. Her entire body rigid as sensation poured through every cell in a glorious chain reaction. Wave after wave assaulted her, Baron’s lips clamped around her clit and his fingers moving deep inside her drawing out her pleasure until she thought it would never end.

  But it did, the waves finally dying down. She pouted as he pulled free only to bite her lip again in anticipation when he crawled up her body.

  “You taste…wonderful.” He leaned down to kiss her and she tasted herself on his lips. A soft, musky taste that wasn’t unpleasant. She didn’t get to dwell on it though, her attention hijacked by the hot slide of his skin against hers. Somewhere between making her come harder than she ever had before and sliding up to cover her body with his, he’d managed to undress. A frown creased her brow. Had she lost some time? With how hard he’d made her come, it was more than possible.

  “Last chance, baby.” He trailed his lips down her neck and moved to pin her under him. He settled between her parted legs, his hair-roughened thighs forcing hers wide to accommodate him. His cock, hard and heavy, rubbed against her bare stomach, the slickness at the tip leaving a small trail across the bared skin. Biting back a moan of frustration, she pulled him down for a hard kiss.

  “No last chances.” She nipped his lower lip, grazing it with her teeth. “Just…do it. Now.”

  The growl from the center of his chest and the flash of gold in his eyes told her he’d gotten the message loud and clear. Bracing himself over her with one strong forearm braced by her head, he reached down. The breath caught in her throat as the broad, hard head of his cock nudged against the entrance to her pussy. Her eyes widened. Lord, he felt huge… would he even fit?

  “Shh, sweets. I got you.” Obviously reading her worry, he wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close as his hips stopped moving. “Slow and easy. I’ll be good, I promise.”

  She nodded, clinging to him like he was a rock in a stormy sea. Already her body complained, demanding more…aching to be filled.

  As though he had direct access to her thoughts, he pushed again, but before her body could register the pressure, he pulled back and pushed again. The thick head of his cock breached her body and slid into her half an inch. She whimpered, the slide of his cock pressing and pushing against her inner walls causing her eyes to roll back in her head. See-sawing his hips back and forth, he worked his way into her. Each thrust of his hips took him deeper and her body burned with pleasure as he impaled her, her pussy parting around his thick cock as finally, his hips met hers.

  “God, that feels good,” he whispered, his lips against her temple in a soft kiss.

  She nodded, unable to answer. Her cunt throbbed, stretched and filled to the limit, a burning pleasure-pain that stole her breath. It eased off, leaving her feeling fuller than she ever had before. Then the urge to move hit her. Baron pulled back and looked down at her, concern in his eyes until he saw her expression. Dark heat filled his eyes, obliterating the gold there and he pulled his hips back in a long, slow ride of sensation. Her pussy grasped at his length, the ache returning as he pulled out until he was almost clear of her body.

  She held her breath, knowing what was coming next.

  He slid back into her in one, fast movement. Pleasure crashed through her again, forcing a cry from her lips. The sensation was indescribable. Perfect. He needed to do it again. Before she could do anything to prompt him, he was. Setting up a hard pace, he thrust into her again and again. Each stroke of his cock in her cunt sparked new pleasure to simmer through her veins. She matched him stroke for stroke, both moving in total accord with the other. A dance of pleasure and carnality as the sounds of sex filled the room. The slide and slap of skin on skin, soft moans and deep groans.

  Then she was there. Again. With no warning her body tightened, her pussy gripping his cock in a tight embrace as her womb clenched.

  “Oh god, I’m gonn—”

  “Do it, come for me.” He stole her words with a kiss. “I w
ant to feel you come all over my cock. Watch your face as you do.”

  Her climax slammed into her at the same moment he thrust, balls slapping against her ass. She shattered into a million pieces, each one containing a universe of pleasure. She cried his name as the pieces crashed into each other, sparking new sensation. He roared hers back as he thrust again and stiffened, his cock jerking and pulsing deep inside her as he too, found his release.

  Chapter Eight

  Honor woke to find Baron gone, but the bed next to her still warm from his recent departure. Stretching lazily, she moved over into the warm spot and buried her face into the pillow he’d used. Taking a deep breath, she smiled as his scent wrapped around her like a lover’s caress. He had such a unique scent. She’d be able to pick it out anywhere. Eyes still closed, she frowned at the wealth of information her nose relayed to her. There were the notes of his aftershave, easily distinguishable themselves, but underneath them she could detect the shower gel he’d used and the scent of his skin, all wrapped up in the alluring musk of sex that hung in the air. How the hell did she know all that? Her sense of smell was good, but it had never been quite that good before.

  Opening one eye, then the other, she turned over and sat up. Despite everything that had happened last night and the fact he wasn’t there, the room still felt safe and comforting, as though just his scent was enough to ward off the bad dreams she was sure were lurking in the wings just waiting to pounce. Immediately as the sense of safety surrounded her, the need to find him grew. She needed to see him, touch him. The compulsion was like an itch under her skin, a bone-deep urge to move and follow his scent rolling through her until she couldn’t stay still.

  Pulling herself from the warmth of the bed, she grabbed sweats and a T-shirt from her closet. There hadn’t been a guard at the top of the stairs last night, but it didn’t mean that there wasn’t one there now, and the last thing she wanted to do was go flashing one of Baron’s men. Especially since she figured the only reason he’d have left her side was to go check on one of the security details. The warm, fuzzy feeling that had taken root in the centre of her chest spread out. She liked how thorough he was…a fact he’d proven more than a few times during the night, until he’d almost driven her mad with just how thorough he could be. Her body heat at the memory as she opened the door to her bedroom and slipped out. He sure as hell knew what he was doing when it came to the bedroom as well.