by Angel Black
“This is going to hurt, at first,” he told her.
He had positioned his head so that just the slightest edge of his tip rested at her wet chasm.
Before she could respond, he took the fingers he used to finger her and placed them in her mouth, and she tasted herself. “Suck,” he said. She did, stunned by his boldness, and then devastated by his hips as he suddenly pistoned his large cock, tearing her apart in a glory of ecstasy, forcing her to accommodate all of his girth and length. He sheathed himself deep inside of her, and their hips met in a sweet waltz of violence for one thrust, and she could fight it no longer. Staring into his eyes, tasting his fingers that had tormented her need, and feeling his cock fill her past satiation, she exploded. She flew apart into a million pieces, her legs shaking against him.
Pulling his fingers from her lips, and freeing her hands from his grasp, he stayed inside of her while pulling her into an embrace. His kisses were soft now, and she let him, as she sat stunned from the sex in the limo.
“I’ve never come that fast,” she said. “This never happens to me.”
“It’s ok.” He smirked. “It happens to everyone.” He laughed.
She smiled. The charming socialite businessman was back, even though he was hard inside of her. The beast that she saw peering through his eyes earlier, had retreated. At the moment, she was with the charming man who had brought her flowers, nestled in his arms.
Wait… does he want me to leave now?
The thought was terrifying. The feeling of his arms around her, the steel of his cock inside of her, his gentle kisses on her cheeks.
She didn’t want it to end in the limo.
* * *
After resting for a minute or so, she felt the need for him quicken in her again, causing her clit to throb. She looked up at him, her eyes low, and he seemed to understand her intentions for him. She nipped at his lip to make sure he understood, and wiggled her hips, so that his cock was flush against her walls.
“Come,” he whispered in a hoarse throat. It was not a request. “I’m going to take you in my suite, with all the windows open, so the world can witness what I’m going to do to you.”
She pulled herself off of him, already missing him, and zipped up his trousers while she pinned his mouth with her lips, thrusting her tongue inside his skull to make sure he understood she was thirsty for more.
They headed up to his penthouse suite and Alexandra didn’t get much time to take in the luxury that he surrounded himself with. Nor did she care. She didn’t care about his wealth, she cared about the current that moved between them, the fact that Alexandra had never felt so incredible in her life, never felt more wanted and had never wanted this deeply, in return.
They collapsed on his bed, a huge king-sized bed in the middle of the room, with four posters, and draping curtains. He pulled the ties from the curtains and let them drape shut, encircling them in luxury and peace, and the sensation of being safe, or being safe and shielded and cocooned in their own little world. It was perfect.
It set Alexandra’s heart on fire and she welcomed Connor into her arms. They tumbled onto the mattress together, holding each other tight. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Connor’s. His hands were on her dress, stroking the fabric and pulling it away. He slid her dress off like a prayer, let it fall onto the sheets like silk. Alexandra pulled off his jacket, feeling the frantic pleasure build between them.
Then her hands were on the buttons of his shirt, fumbling to undo them quickly. The air was cool against her skin, but she could feel the burning warmth of arousal between her thighs.
This was everything she had ever wanted, and more. This was like something out of one of her dreams, except it was so very real. Connor slid off his shirt and Alexandra let her hands slide down his body, toned and chiseled, with muscles to match and skin that shone in the dim light. Connor pulled Alexandra close, kissing her hard, entwining tongues in a passionate moment.
Alexandra shuddered as his hands encircled her, sliding towards the clasp of her bra and easily undoing it, letting the lace fall away. Alexandra blushed, but she felt comfortable with Connor in a way she had never felt with other men.
His breathing caught and she could clearly see the desire and lust in his eyes as he slid his hands across her skin and whispered, “You’re stunning… Alexandra…”
He whispered in awe, before he pulled her in. His touch was more urgent now, need coursing through them both. He pulled her in, his thumb brushing against her nipples, his hands caressing, sliding down to her panties and gently tugging the lace from her skin.
Alexandra obliged and before she knew it, his pants had slid from his body too and he was pressed against her, kissing her neck and stroking her hair, “I want you… Alexandra, I want you…”
“Connor…” She mumbled breathlessly, feeling the heat rise between them, “Connor, I need you too… now…” She moaned.
Then Connor was pressing against her. Alexandra’s thighs slid apart and she felt the strength and girth of his sex pressing between her legs, sliding into the warmth of her need, filling her in a way that she had never longed for so much. It stretched her beyond measure, his passion relentless against her, reaming her apart from the inside. It was a blissful fullness that destroyed and rebuilt her at the same time.
Alexandra gasped and grabbed him, arching up against his body. She moaned softly and heard Connor gasp in pleasure as he pressed further within her.
She screamed in both pain and delight when he shoved himself fully to the hilt, claiming her as his.
“You are mine,” he said in a growl.
It was intoxicating. It was breathtaking. It was everything and nothing all at the same time. Alexandra moaned, shuddering and moving against him. He was kissing her and the speed picked up, reaching a fever pitch. She felt more than saw his hard, glistening muscled body above her as he pumped his hips, pummeling her into the submission of his need and passion for her until she was nothing more than his will to be with her.
Alexandra felt herself get lost in the waves of pleasure, in the sensation, in the way Connor’s eyes flashed and he moaned. In the heat of the blistering moment they were one, one and all. He had transformed her into raw sensation as he pounded into her, and she begged him for more. “Do you like it?” He taunted. She nodded. He stopped suddenly, creating both a rage and alarm in her, causing her eyes to open wide with the frustration. “Then beg me,” he said. Wow. “Please fuck me,” she screamed into his lips, penetrating his mouth with her tongue to signal her need for more penetration.
When he started again, it was as if he had never stopped, the slapping of skin on wet slick skin as he grounded his v-lined pelvis into hers.
She could feel the strength in his arms, feel the rolling of his hips against her, the sensation of being one with him, finally closing the current between them and leaving them both breathless.
It didn’t take long for Alexandra to feel the cresting pleasure begin to take over her. It was all consuming, overwhelming pleasure seeping into every pore.
When her climax hit her, Alexandra couldn’t help but sink beneath the waves, calling Connor’s name, her vision blurred by starbursts as she closed her eyes and felt his lips once again cover hers. The pleasure rippled through her and she felt Connor reach his own climax, the pleasure overcoming him as he held her tight.
She noticed, dimly, that even though he had come inside of her, he still seemed hard. Wishful thinking?
He traced her forehead and jaw with soft kisses.
She wiggled against him, testing his strength, and still feeling the fullness inside of her.
“I thought you came?” She was still gasping for air.
“I did, I just… I have an inhuman stamina, you could say.”
She swore she heard irony in his voice. Inhuman.
“Hmmm,” she said, biting at his lower lip.
“No.” Again, a command. “From what you said about work… I think you may need some r
est. In the morning, though, you are mine again.”
Her heart burst from the statement of concern, while her throbbing clit pulsed at the dominance with which he spoke and the promise he had made. She felt herself smiling like a simpleton.
“You’re so gorgeous when you smile, Alexandra. Dream of me?” He kissed her good night and rolled them over while staying inside of her. She cuddled against his massive chest, his hard cock still inside of her, while he pulled the covers over them so they could drift off to sleep.
And Alexandra had never felt this contented, felt this blissfully happy and complete. Not even in her dreams. He was perfect.
We are perfect.
Chapter 12: When Death Finds You
Falon woke with a start, feeling the sweat bead down his skin. For a moment, Falon wasn’t sure where he was. Then it hit him. He felt a surge of pleasure and anxiety in his stomach and turned his head to glance at the woman sleeping on top of him.
Alexandra. She was so gorgeous. She was sleeping peacefully, her face relaxed, her hair spilling out over the pillow and the sheets, black and thick and beautiful. Falon felt his heart catch, surging. He was so taken by her beauty, so taken by the stunning sight of this lady resting on him.
It took all of his will not to take her again, to move his hips so that he was filling her again.
He was lucky. He knew that. No amount of money or status guaranteed finding someone who moved you, finding someone who you connected with. No about of money could make one feel the way that Falon felt. He was lucky, so, so lucky. To think, it had been Valonis and not Aedan who had saved him from missing this and spending his life with Elemanias.
And yet, Falon found himself wondering what he had done. What had he gotten himself, and Alexandra, into?
His heart twisted and he resisted the urge to stroke her hair, brush it out of her face. Memories of the night before echoed through his mind and he felt a jolt in his stomach.
She was perfect, perfect in every way.
Falon had not known her for long. He’d known her for only a day or so, which was a very brief period, even by human terms. For a dragon, that was nothing but the blink of an eye… and yet his life was marked. Marked by two events, the day he was born and the day he met Alexandra, the love of his life. Love. This is what the humans mean by love. Falon took a deep breath. His heart ached for her already, longing to feel her again, know more about her and feel the burning in his chest when she smiled.
Falon couldn’t deny what he felt for this woman, couldn’t deny that even though he barely knew her, his feelings were as real and as strong as if he had known her for centuries. He was gripped by longing, by that feeling of familiarity, the feeling of being drawn to her in a way that he just could not resist, nor did he want to.
Falon stroked her back under the sheets, trying to ignore the conflict raging in his head, but it was no use. Pushing the draped curtain to the side, Falon moved his head to stare out of the window, at the sweeping view of the city.
His mind was drawn back to the restaurant, to the moment that had changed and defined everything. The moment that a Sigma had approached him when Alexandra had left for the bathroom.
* * *
“My name’s Dax,” the tall male said, coming over to sit at his table without invitation.
He was the same height as Falon, with a similar build. He was clearly a summer dragon, probably descended from the Terra line of dragons. His skin was dark and rich, kind of like the bartender that Falon had met earlier but whose name he could not recall. Where the bartender had been gracious and charming, Dax was deadly and threatening, his dark black eyes swirling with unspoken promise.
It sent shivers down Falon’s spine. He had been found and caught so easily, but he had been lucky. That’s why I felt like I was being followed.
“You know, I thought you had lost me there for a moment. For a while there, the other day, I completely lost your trail. I had to camp out in front of your hotel again and find you. I was almost certain you had made me out and had left the city.”
Falon had no idea what he was talking about. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Right, right. Look, I get it. The humans are tempting… All that prejudice in your kingdom towards them doesn’t do them justice. I’m an enforcer, so I have to deal with them a lot. Trust me, I get it. They have a magic of their own that makes the vampires and the fey look muted.”
This was not what Falon was expecting. Of course, he knew that Sigmas often had enforcer duties up on the surface with humans. But he wasn’t expecting the display of sympathy, much less an open appreciation of humans.
“The reality is, though, the Supreme doesn’t want just any dragon mixing with them. Especially non-Sigmas. We still aren’t sure how they affect our biological systems. Besides, did it even occur to you that those fucking vampires could have their own territory here? If it was one of their Incubus sitting here, not only would you be dead and dying, you would have started a war. Now thankfully, Baltimore is under dragon territory, hence why, I was the first one to find you.”
Falon felt the heat of guilt taking over the chill of fear he had originally felt. He had been so selfish. He hadn’t even begun to think of the interracial complications that he could have sparked up. While most dragons studied the other non-humans for their schooling, Falon had only paid attention to the humans. He had completely forgotten about the mess of a war he could have started.
“You have seven days to return to the dragon realm, seven days to spend in the human world, before returning. If you do not, then you will be forced to, and the consequences would be far more severe.”
Dax had left, just that quickly, exiting the little room of the restaurant.
Falon had seven days to have his fill of the human world, before returning to discuss punishment. Falon knew that Aedan was being gracious because of his interest in the human world. Aedan always treated Falon like one of his youngest sons. Indeed, he was the youngest living dragon alive, so it made sense the patriarch of their society would dote on him so. He was lucky, but there was still an ache in Falon’s chest.
He was forbidden to tell Alexandra anything, of course. If he did, she would be killed. When the Sigma had left, Falon had made up his mind to take Alexandra straight home and never talk to her again, never see her again or interact with her again, in the interest of keeping her safe. That had been his plan, but the plan was a difficult one to follow.
The moment he had seen her walking towards him, all of his willpower had fallen away, and his dragon, sensing that he was about to lose his mate, forced Falon to take her, flooding Falon’s systems with pheromones.
He had to have her. He had to have just one night with her, at the very least. He needed Alexandra. He couldn’t explain it, but the need to be with her had been so overwhelmingly strong, that Falon had felt absolutely powerless to resist it, to resist her.
She was everything that he needed and wanted and so much more.
* * *
Looking out at the city, the lights that twinkled and sparkled so beautifully, Falon resigned himself to his fate. He needed to tell her to go, in the morning; needed to make sure that she stayed away from him. After all, if she was with him, she would be a target for the Sigmas. He needed to keep her safe. Over the lights of the city, Falon vowed to keep her safe, vowed to make sure that nothing happened to her.
Pushing her away was the best choice to keep her safe. But as he turned from the lights and stared down at her, he was hit with her presence yet again.
He was hit with the smell that was so unusual, so perfect and intoxicating. He smelt her scent and felt the desire rise up inside of him, yet again.
He had three days left to be with her… to really, fully be with her, before he would be pulled away.
Three days to spend with the woman of his dreams, a woman he had only just found. Three days wasn’t nearly enough, but it was the only chance that he would get, the only chance to see her smile, and feel her body ag
ainst his. He had to take it. He would be a fool not to.
He cared for her, and he vowed to keep her safe and make the next few days unforgettable, make them the best that either of them had ever had.
But what would be left of him, when he left her? He would be a walking shell, whose heart had transmogrified to stone for he was a dragon who had tasted love and was forced to leave it.
Chapter 13: Thousand Soldiers Pillaging the Maiden
Alexandra couldn’t believe that her life had changed so quickly. One moment, she had been struggling to come to terms with the problems in her life, problems with work and problems with her fertility… and now…
They were getting ready to board a private jet, but he stopped her, grabbing her by the arm as they were about to leave his penthouse.
“Hold still,” he said, standing behind her.
Her heart raced when his voice got like that. It was a voice filled with violent desire.
He lifted up her summer dress from behind. “No panties. I love that,” he said.
She felt that wide hand cupping her sex again, as it had so many times lately, while his other hand came to her mouth.
“Open your lips, and suck,” he said.
She felt two little metal balls, cold things, against her tongue as he pushed them in while he still massaged her.
“Suck on them, I need them warmed up,” he said, his free hand moving to massage her breast over the fabric of her bustline. His deft thumb fingered at her nipple, causing it to erect against the fabric of the new silk dress he had bought for her. He had ripped apart so many of them, he guiltily bought her a brand new wardrobe.
She moaned through the balls in her mouth, starting to rethink the idea of leaving his suite at all, and just spending the day in there.
He seemed to know what she was thinking, all by her subtle little moan, and responded, “This time, we have to leave,” he said. “Plop out the balls.”
He held his hand in front of her mouth, and she spat them angrily, upset that she couldn’t release her tension that he just started up. His left hand still cupped her, which both angered her and tempted her, as she wiggled against him.
