Her Captive Dragon: Howls Romance

by Marianne Morea

  Thank her? Was he kidding? She didn’t know what to say. As real as this was, it was too surreal yet.

  “Aggie’s coming over.” The blurt rushed from Hannah’s mouth. “I mean, I hope she shows. I offered her carfare and even offered to help her get ready, but she said she no.” Hannah shrugged. “She’s been known to disappear on me.”

  He couldn’t read her expression or the mood in her voice. “Is the Dracosarra’s arrival the only reason you came home early?”

  “To be honest, no. I’m not sure why I left work so early. All I can say is I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we…I mean, since last…” She cleared her throat and stepped back from him, even as her eyes dipped to his crotch.

  A slow smile curved, and he took the bottle from her hands to put it on the counter. “I’ve thought about you all day, too.”

  Chapter Nine

  Her scent took the lead, as he skimmed his hands over her waist. There was more to why she came home early than she would admit, and the perfume of her arousal spoke volumes.

  “I can smell your need, and from how saturated your scent is, you’ve been suffering with no release most of the day.”

  He closed the distance between them and ran his hands over her arms, grazing the sides of her breasts with his thumbs.

  “The New York Public Library isn’t Wall Street. We don’t have personal assistants who go down on their knees giving oral satisfaction as part of their job description.”

  “Really.” He grinned. “And what would you have your personal assistant do to satisfy you?”

  Heat raced up Hannah’s cheeks. “Uhm. I wouldn’t know. Research fellows don’t move in those circles.”

  “Then pretend you do. Imagine I’m your personal assistant. What would you have me do once I was on my knees?” Soren curled his fingers into the waistband of her leggings, rolling them down past her thighs as he sank to the floor in front of her.

  Her clit throbbed inside her thong, and a breath hissed through her teeth when he moved the delicate lace aside and flicked his tongue to her pussy.

  “Tell me, Hannah. Would you want me to spread you wide and lick you from your ass to your nub, or would you rather I slip inside your wet folds and work your spot until you scream?”

  With his thumbs in her thong’s waistband, he tugged her lacy underwear down, pushing her knees wider.

  “Tell me, Hannah. I can’t wait much longer to taste you.”

  She dug her fingers into his long curly hair and fisted it tight, yanking his face up. “You’ve already tasted me.”

  His eyes darkened. “Yes, but I crave more. My cock is ready to burst thinking about your tight slit.”

  She shook her head. “If you taste me, then I want to taste you, as well. If your mouth is on me, then I want my mouth on you.”

  Soren growled low and his dark eyes flared red. Hooking his hands onto Hannah’s waist, he pulled her down to the carpet and took her mouth.

  He kissed her, hungry and demanding. She had made a request of him, but unlike those who summoned him before, it was equal.

  “I’m going to fuck you and suck you until you scream for release. I want you dripping. So wet your juice runs down my chin, your pussy ready and throbbing for my cock.”

  He reached between her legs and he growled against her mouth. “You’re so fucking wet. At just my words, you’re so wet.”

  Emboldened and horny as hell, Hannah pulled her shirt over her head and unclipped her bra, so she was naked from the waist up.

  She snaked her arms around Soren’s neck, her nipples hard against his muscled chest.

  “Strip for me, Soren, and then lie back.” Hannah uncoiled her arms from him and then moved back to watch him peel the tight nylon from his hips.

  He was commando underneath and his hard, corded length sprang free. “Is this what you wanted to see?” He wrapped a hand around his shaft.

  She took his shorts and flung them behind her along with her shirt and bra before climbing to her feet.

  Wiggling the rest of the way out of her leggings, she kicked them aside as well.

  Soren took two pillows from the couch and handed one to Hannah before lying back, sticking the other behind his head. “For your knees,” he murmured.

  Her lips slid into a sly smile and she dropped the pillow to the floor between his legs and then kneeled on the tufted square. Dipping her head to his cock, she circled his head with her tongue before taking the swollen end into her mouth.

  She relaxed her throat and her jaw and took him deep, letting the flat of her tongue work his girth. Scooting farther down his thighs, she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft as she worked him with her mouth. His member jerked in her palm and she tightened her grip, his cock rigid and hot in her hand.

  Soren groaned, licking his lips. At the low rumble she picked up her pace, his thigh muscles tensing under her, his ass tight. A grin tugged at her lips at his response and she lifted her mouth from him, her tongue flicking the satin of his swollen head.

  “Want me to take you deep again, Soren? My tongue wrapped around your dick?”

  Not waiting for an answer, she inhaled and slipped his engorged head into her mouth, the flat of her tongue curling up on either side of his thick shaft.

  She circled her palm over his head as she pulled him from her lips, before plunging him deep again.

  A strangled growl left Soren’s throat, the sound raw and full of need.

  Her teeth grazed his sensitive flesh and she cupped his balls, high and tight.

  Soren moaned. His hands clenched above his head as though forcing himself not to touch.

  The sight of him struggling made her stop. “Am I hurting you?” she asked, wondering if she manhandled his balls too much.

  He opened his eyes, his surprise evident. “No.”

  “Then why the vise grip?” She motioned to his balled-up hands.

  A pained looked crossed his eyes. “In the past, I wasn’t allowed to respond. I had to ask permission.”

  Hannah’s heart squeezed with that one sentence. “You were made to feel powerless with sex?”

  He nodded but didn’t avert his eyes.

  “The sex slave thing wasn’t just some kinky game, then?”

  He shook his head slowly. “Nothing about me is a game. There was no pleasure in what I was made to do, and I held no affection for those who bid me to perform.” His eyes locked with hers. “Until now.”

  What could a man like Soren have done to end up so vulnerable? He was crazy strong and saying he was easy on the eyes was the understatement of the century.

  “Why? I don’t understand how a man like you could end up with—with—”

  He brought his hand to her cheek, cupping its softness. “—with no will of his own?” He finished the sentence because the question on her lips would have been too much for him.

  She nodded, note trusting herself to reply.

  “A very long time ago, I allowed lust to cloud my judgment, and in my arrogance I dismissed the warnings of my Dracosarra. I believed myself impervious to consequence. I was wrong. I dipped my wick in a dark pool, only to find myself sucked under with no way out.”

  “I don’t understand,” Hannah shook her head.

  “It’s not for you to understand, to thávma mou. The burden is too heavy for your shoulders. Just know that your blood summons has been a blessing. A respite from my circumstance, and I will treasure our time together, no matter how short.”

  Short? Oh, no you don’t. We just got here.

  “Why would you say that? Are you going somewhere?” Hannah’s stomach tensed.

  Soren was a stranger, a complete question mark. Yet the thought of never seeing him again sent a hollow punch to her gut.

  His fingers trailed from her cheek, his thumb tracing the bottom edge of her full lips. “Not unless you send me away.”

  Sex with someone one she barely knew broke all the rules. Except playing by the rules was the last thing on her mind rig
ht now.

  Hannah’s heart squeezed for him and what he endured. As far-fetched as his story sounded, her gut believed him. And why not? It wasn’t too long ago people had no clue shifters existed, yet now they were part of everyday life.

  If their existence was hidden in plain sight for millennia, then why not magic and curses? There was still so much beyond human comprehension for her to deny the possibility outright.

  The ache in Soren’s gaze was almost too much to bear. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to give every inch of herself to him. The irrational, foolish feeling overwhelmed her with the need to pleasure Soren as none had before.

  Her eyes found his locked. “I want you to want me, Soren. As much as I want you. I want your body wrapped with mine, both of us crazy with need. Just two lovers. Together. No servant. No master.”

  With a growl, Soren pulled her onto his chest and claimed her mouth. He wound his arms around her waist, their legs intertwined as his fingers traced the curve of her back to her ass.

  “Hannah.” Her name was a low rumble on his lips and in one fluid move he had her on her back, his hips between her thighs. He leaned up on his arms. “Close your eyes, love.”

  Her lids slid shut and he kissed the thin, tender flesh. “Do you trust me?”

  With a sigh, she nodded. “I shouldn’t, but I do. God help me, I do.”

  “Good, then let me take you where you’ve never gone before.” He reached for the thin silk runner on the coffee table and tied the glossy fabric around her eyes.

  The fear of the unknown spiked adrenaline through her blood and Soren inhaled with a grin. “That’s it, Hannah. Let your pulse race with anticipation. Let your other senses take over.”

  He cupped her pussy. “I serve you…only you. Not because you summoned me with your sweet blood, but because I want you, Hannah.” He feathered kisses along her jaw and then to her lips, nipping at the tender flesh. “Your body, your smile, your amazing laugh, your brave, trusting spirit. You.”

  Her breathe caught in her throat and she reached for him, but he locked her wrists in his hand. “Come with me, love…and I promise…come you will. Over and over again.”

  Soren moved her hands above her head, keeping her wrists locked with his one hand. He dipped his mouth to her breasts, sucking and nipping the stiff peaks as his other hand snaked toward her slick pussy.

  She rolled her hips against his palm as he worked her clit and her slit together with his fingers and thumb.

  She gasped, and her body tensed. Her muscles tightened as she came. She rode the wave, grinding his hand further into her pussy.

  Soren pulled his hand away and spread her knees wider. She groaned at the feel of his bulging head replacing his fingers at her slick entrance.

  She hissed as he waited, his full, jutting cock wet against her slick sex. He slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her to take the corded velvet of his cock as Soren slid inch by shameful inch into her tight entrance.

  Her legs trembled and she felt nothing but stuffed, electric bliss radiating from between her legs.

  As he filled her, his size stunned her again, stretching her wide as she took him deep.

  “Milk me, love. Take what I have to give.”

  Hannah rolled her hips, matching his pace thrust for thrust as her body tensed with him balls deep. She crested toward another climax and as her body peaked she cried out, her final orgasm ripping through her, robbing her of coherent thought.

  The word MINE racing through Soren’s head as Hannah’s orgasm spasmed, her walls convulsing against his thick shaft. His head bulged and as his own climax tore from his body, he spoke the words in the language of his ancestors and his dragon roared.

  He jockeyed the line between feral and human. In that moment, the sharp sting of claws and fangs dug into his gut from the inside, demanding he claim her.

  Soren locked the urge away and instead threw his head back with a guttural cry, emptying himself deep within her.

  Hannah clung to him, riding the last of her orgasm before slumping back, too weak to move. With his cock still inside, Soren gathered her close, cradling her as though he would never let her go.

  “Are you okay?” Hannah asked, afraid to break their intimate spell.

  “I could stay here with you like this forever.”

  Tucked into the crook of his neck, her grin spread against his skin. “Well, considering Aggie is due here any minute, that might not be the wisest way to greet her.”

  His shoulders shook and the pure sound of his laughter made her smile even more.

  “Do we have time for a shower?” he asked.

  “Probably, but not if we get sidetracked again.” She nipped his shoulder.

  “Do I distract you, Hannah?” He nuzzled the underside of her jaw.

  She gasped, spreading her legs to take his hard length again. “You have no idea.”

  Chapter Ten

  Soren poured the bottle of merlot Hannah opened earlier and handed the two women each a glass of the vino before he sat beside Hannah on the couch.

  “Yassas.” He lifted his wine to his lips, taking his fist sip of the grape in centuries.

  The look of visceral pleasure on his face made Hannah smile. “Good, huh?”

  He nodded with a satisfied exhale. “You have no idea.”

  His follow up wink made Hannah’s cheeks warm. Those were the same words she uttered as his body took hers on the floor only feet from where he sat.

  The memory sent a quick jolt through her nether regions and she fidgeted with one of the couch pillows, plopping it on her lap, afraid Aggie would notice.

  “You two seem like you’re getting along.” From her spot on the high-backed chair across from the couch, Aggie gave Hannah a look that said she hadn’t missed the exchange. The older woman smiled. “I’m glad.”

  Getting along? Try humping like dogs in heat.

  Hannah bit the inside of her cheek and a soft smirk tugged at Soren’s mouth as if reading her mind. “I take no credit for the comfort, Dracosarra.”

  His soft gaze stayed on Hannah. “All tribute goes to the lovely lady you entrusted with my book.”

  “That so?” Aggie raised an eyebrow.

  “Indeed.” Soren stretched his long legs.

  Soft denim hugged his strong thighs, but it was the cotton tee that clung to his muscled chest that made Hannah’s breath catch. Everything fit as if made to order. Even the sneakers.

  She squashed the urge to stare at the man and focused on Aggie instead. Hesitant as she was, the old woman came as promised, and it wasn’t to watch her ogle Soren. It was to explain and clarify.

  Aggie looked twenty years younger, and the transformation was nothing short of astounding. Gone was the grime from the streets. Her hair was washed and brushed to a soft coiffure that framed her heart-shaped face, though she still looked Yoda-like when she smiled.

  She wore a Chanel style suit, and the soft summer wool highlighted a petite frame. Modest pumps finished off a very elegant look. Aggie’s eyes sparkled, and her skin was soft and rosy. If Hannah passed her on the street, she wouldn’t have recognized her as the same woman.

  “Have you had means, as you put it, all along?” Hannah questioned.

  Aggie smoothed the front of her suit jacket. “No, honey.” She gave her a soft smile. “What you saw was my reality. The poverty was part of my indentured exile. I’m sure Soren has told you some of the story. His captivity and my indenture are connected. I had one chance. A get out of jail free card, so to speak. A one-way ticket to prove I could finally right this wrong. It allowed me to travel home. When I was set to return, I was given means to help make this right again.”

  Hannah put her wine glass on the end table and folded her hands in her lap. She cleared her throat and looked at Aggie. “Just to make things crystal clear, is Soren your son?”

  The old woman choked on her wine. “No, honey. He’s not my son,” she replied quickly, taking a napkin off the tray to wipe her
mouth. “Though I’ve known him since he was a child.”

  “Still, he belongs to you, right?” Heat burned in both cheeks at what the question implied, especially knowing Soren’s captive role, but she had to know for sure.

  “Hannah, no—” Soren interjected, but Aggie stopped the rebuttal with one look.

  “Soren does not belong to me, dear. Not in the way you fear. I am the book’s keeper. Never its owner. There’s a difference. Technically, he belongs to you.”

  “This situation is so farfetched, on so many levels, I don’t know what to think.” Embarrassed, she shrugged.

  “The answer is both yes and no. Soren has been connected to me for many, many years, but I didn’t send him to you for fun and games. I gave you the book hoping what I saw, would come to pass.”

  “What you saw?” Hannah repeated.

  Soren nodded. “I told you Aglaope was our seer. She has second sight.”

  Hannah picked up her glass and drained its contents before reaching for a refill. Well, she was the one who wanted details.

  “Is everything okay, honey?” Aggie asked, raising an eyebrow. “You look uncomfortable, and I don’t mean the topic of conversation.”

  Wincing, Hannah shrugged again “It’s nothing, really. I developed a rash on my arm. I noticed it this afternoon when we—” she spared a glance for Soren and her cheeks pinked again. “I mean, when I was in the shower.”

  “A rash?” Aggie put her wine glass on the table. “May I take a look? It’s been my experience that what seems like nothing is sometimes much more than what we assumed. It’s best to check things before they get worse.”

  “Look all you want. I’m pretty sure it’s nothing. I have sensitive skin. Nothing a dab of hydrocortisone cream can’t fix.”

  Holding out her arm, Hannah pushed her sleeve toward her elbow, and then turned her wrist to show the older woman its tender underside.