Dragon Destined: Billionaire Dragon Shifter Romance (Prince of the Other Worlds)

by Kara Lockharte

  “You’re too strong,” she said, writhing as his mouth kissed the point of her hip and refused to move elsewhere. Her legs closed as she tried again to shift him.

  “Open,” he reminded her, breathing against her hip.

  “Why do you want me open if you’re not going to do anything?” she complained with a groan of frustration.

  “So I can smell you. So I can see you. So I know that I can touch you there or taste you any time I want.” His golden eyes flashed up at her. “And last, but not least, so that I know you can behave,” he said and nipped her.

  She flinched and whined, bringing her hands up underneath her breasts to palm them, pulling at her nipples, wishing it was his hands or tongue. “And what do I get if I behave?”

  He grabbed her wrists with his strong hands and pulled them down to be still beside her as he started kissing lower with intent, and suddenly, all she wanted in the world was her thighs wide for him.

  “Anything your heart desires,” he told her, bringing his lips in.

  At having had his attention anywhere but there for so long, her body was almost surprised by the contact—but after the initial jump, when the tip of his tongue slid between her folds and pushed up against her clit, and the prickles of his beard made contact with the rest of her—she made an animalistic whine, and her hips surged, already prepared to take more from him.

  All the attention he’d devoted to the rest of her was now focused on this one place, his mouth sucking against her as his fingers slid in, and she moaned. She’d already come so hard earlier that in her former life, coming again would’ve almost felt greedy, like she didn’t deserve it. But now, after his rigorous and torturous affections, she felt like a goddess finally being given her due. She bucked her hips against him, so much so that he threw an arm across her to keep her still for his mouth with a growl, and his hand sped up, and his tongue went flat against her, licking her hard, sucking her harder. His hand on her belly tensed, and she looked down the line of him, at his dark hair between her legs, the muscles of his back, and the rhythmic pulsing of his ass as he fucked the bed the same way she knew he wanted to fuck her, and it was thinking of that that made her come.

  She spasmed, her stomach pulling tight, hearing him growl against her in satisfaction as he felt her wind tightly, and then she howled in release. No names this time, no promises, just wordless pleasure as though she were channeling it in from somewhere else, her body a conduit between his mouth and some other world.

  And when she was done, sagging back on her bed, wrung out and boneless, he crawled up her body to hold himself over her again. She could see the dark and heavy pendulum of his cock between them as he mouthed a word.

  “Open.”

  * * *

  At last, his princess behaved.

  Andi’s legs swung wide, without thought or question, and he rewarded her with a purr, pressing her to the bed, his face against her neck, breathing her in, feeling the trace of her hair against his cheek. Her legs were open, and his cock was right there, and her hands pulled up his back as if begging him to shove inside her. He thought about catching them and holding them above her head, but he didn’t. There’d be time for so much later after his head was clear, and when his body didn’t rock with ache. After tasting and teasing every piece of her, eating her out had been exquisite—and agonizing. He thought that maybe having already come with her once, he would’ve had his desires more under his control, especially now that his dragon was seemingly gone again, but no. Watching her twitch and shiver, hearing her whine, feeling her tense, it’d only driven him mad with desire, and it was all he could do to control himself again, to give her the kindness that he’d promised.

  He growled and lifted himself—now that they were turned slightly toward the light, he wanted to see her reaction—and slowly arched his hips against her.

  “Yes,” she whispered, tensing and then relaxing again as he felt himself begin to slide inside.

  “Yes,” he whispered back, feeling the sensation of her taking hold of him, as he watched her delicate face. Her breath hitched, her jaw dropped, he felt things inside of her push deliciously against him, then give way.

  He took her in one long, slow, smooth slide, both of them wanting this—him buried inside her, she stretched around him tight, and when his hips matched hers, she shuddered.

  She raised up to kiss him, her breasts brushing against him, the slight movement of her body making him harder still. “It’s so good, Damian.”

  “I know,” he told her, running a hand through her hair, pinning her with his body as he started to thrust. “Oh, Andi…I know.”

  They were quiet then—they didn’t need words to know what they wanted—only the soft moans she made each time he landed and his own satisfied grunts. He couldn’t get enough of her—any of her, all of her—it was like he was breaking down walls with each of his thrusts, and eventually, he’d reach the last one and find only her behind it, fully open to him at last.

  But slowly, ever so slowly, as slowly as they’d been enjoying one another, things changed. And it wasn’t just him, or just her, forcing it on the other, it was both of them deciding like their bodies were taking actions of their own. She started to rock below him, only now tilting her hips in a certain way that dragged the crown of his cock through her more roughly and made him press against the front of her, and his hand sought refuge between them, rubbing against the slippery button of her clit as he sped up and the friction of both, the way he moved inside her, the way she moaned at the strokes of his hand….

  “Damian,” she hissed, looking up at him. “More,” she pleaded, and he growled, pulling out of her.

  “Over,” he demanded, and she flipped immediately, as he dragged her hips back up. “Open,” he reminded her, but her legs were already parting for him.

  He took a moment before plunging into her to appreciate her there. The slender line of her waist, the curve of her ass—so goddamned smackable, it made his hand itch—and the hot, slick, soft space between her legs where he belonged. Tongue, cock, and fingers, it was his now, and he’d never give it up—not for anything, not after tonight.

  And her hair, oh, her hair…he bundled all of it up into one rope just like all the times he’d longed to and gently pulled her onto him as he pushed forward. She knotted her hands into the sheets in front of her with a guttural moan.

  He was struck by the sensation that he’d already seen her like this and done this before. This is how it was, on the parapet, he realized. Just like in his dream. Only, now his dragon wasn’t in him, and it was only him making her feel like this….

  “Oh, God, Damian,” she went on, rocking back and forth on him, working herself up and down his shaft, calling his name. Begging for him to use her even as she used him.

  Dreams and fears of prophecies be damned, she was his, and he would have her.

  * * *

  “Annnnndi,” he said, turning her name into a groan as he started sliding in and out in earnest, and she felt him stretch her. She knew he was thick, but in this new position—she shuddered as nerves reported back to her that they’d never been used quite like this, and she found she loved the idea of it, the newness—but everything felt new with him, and she had a feeling it always would. The seventh time or the seventieth, there was something about him and the way he made her feel—and the way she wanted to make him feel in return—she rocked back and pinned herself on his cock, heard him gasp and felt the head of his cock twitch reflexively in her.

  “Oh, God, just take me, Damian, I want it all,” she whined, grinding against him as he put a steadying hand on her hips.

  “You do, don’t you,” he said, and it wasn’t a question. His hand in her hair tightened. “Can I,” he began a question, but the rest of it didn’t matter because the answer from here on out to everything was yes. Just as long as he kept making her feel like this.

  She nodded, tugging her hair against his hand. “Please,” she said, bending forward, presentin
g more of herself to him.

  His hand took up all the slack on her hair and pulled it hard enough to startle her into stillness, and she gasped. He traced a hand over her ribs and up her back and then leaned over her to whisper hoarsely in her ear as he pinched a nipple. “Whatever my princess wants, she gets.”

  She moaned quietly at the promise of it all, of just being with him, and whatever fears still lurked in the corners of her mind, his cock started pounding away.

  He was rocking through her like an earthquake, using her hair to keep her to him, and it was taking away her ability to think, to fear. All she could do was just be. She was barely able to hold on to the bed, and his hands let go of her hair to grab her hips instead, pulling her up, making her meet him as she cried out. She wasn’t there yet, but she was so fucking close. One of her hands sank between her legs to the slickness between them, and she furiously rubbed her clit.

  His arms wrapped around her as he pounded into her again and again, and he grabbed at her breast and pulled at her nipples and growled in her ear, kissing the spot she’d shown him, and she wanted to scream. She’d already survived drowning in him once before in the night, and here he was again, building a tidal wave inside her, trying to sweep her out to sea.

  She arched on his cock, reaching behind her with her free hand to claw into his hair and pull him to her, and then she thudded down on him. “Damian!” she screamed. Her thighs trembled and her body shook and the realization hit her like another wave of ecstasy. She had never come like this for anyone else before. Only him…only now…only him! She threw her head back and cried out as her body took what it needed from his, pinned on him, pulled and pushed and pressed, and he growled. She knew from the way his hips lifted the both of them, and the way he thrust and how his cock got even straighter-arrow-hard and the spasming jerks that it gave that he was coming into her, spilling himself so deep inside it was like he wanted to be a part of her forever. She liked that, she thought drowsily, and as he kept stroking after that, slowly, as if he wasn’t able to bear the thought of leaving her, she realized she liked that too.

  He kissed her jaw from behind her and made them fall forward, carefully, with his heavier weight. She moaned as he slid out, and she twisted in his arms to face him, the load he’d shot in her leaking out slowly from between her thighs.

  “Andi,” he said simply, stroking her hair off of her cheek as they breathed together. “We need to talk.”

  She smiled up at him dreamily. His black hair was tousled, and he looked as content as she felt. “Do we, though?” she asked him, snuggling into his arms. Surely, at long last, she’d sleep well.

  He rumbled beneath her and traced a finger along the edges of her lips. “Yes, princess. Not tonight, maybe,” he said, tapping the tip of her nose with a forefinger. “But tomorrow. Because,” he said, and his hand circled her chin, bringing her face up to see him seriously. “I should’ve had more self-control. I shouldn’t have been rough with you without asking well before.”

  Andi traced her hands down her body indolently. She was going to be so sore tomorrow, yes—but that was tomorrow’s problem. She saw his golden eyes staring seriously at her, though, and knew that for all of his strength and fearsome nature, he was worried about her response.

  “I’ll make sure to put that on your comment card later.” She turned to face up at the ceiling, pretending to write on the palm of one hand with the other. “To Whom It May Concern,” she began, and he laughed.

  “Stop it,” he protested.

  “Stop what?” she teased, beaming up at him. He bent over to look down at her like he was seeing her for the first time, and what he saw was breathtaking. She couldn’t believe he was looking at her like that—while at the same time, his expression broke her heart.

  “Everything. Just make the world stop, so I can be with you here,” he said, gathering her up, pressing her against him. She went with him, finding a place against his shoulder, in his arms. She would’ve been cold, except for the heat he seemed to radiate. She needed a shower, reality kind of sucked, and she knew Eumie was probably already baking downstairs, and the walls weren’t that thick here, but he was right. All of that, everything else, could wait for just one night.

  And she had a feeling that her nightmares—or her past—wouldn’t chase her if she slept beside him.

  “Go to sleep,” he commanded, holding one of her hands against his chest in his own, stroking her hip with his thumb.

  She lifted herself to kiss him one more time, then closed her eyes, and for the second, third, or maybe even fourth time in recent memory, she did as she was told.

  * * *

  Damian lay in Andi’s bed, content to watch her dream. Every time she stirred against him, he soothed her, and he hoped he was chasing away whatever scared her in the dark. An hour or so later, he felt his dragon unlooping itself inside of him, emerging at long last.

  Where were you? he asked it. Although he knew the beast had been watching, he hadn’t been suffused with the desperate longing it’d been punishing him with this past week.

  Did you need me? it asked, with a chuckle.

  No. He gathered his arms around Andi even more possessively. Most assuredly not.

  His dragon rumbled a doubtful sound and then sighed. I let you have a night.

  Charity was entirely unlike his dragon. Damian tensed with concern, and as if sensing the change in him, Andi stirred at his side. Why?

  Because from here on out, I will be close to you…and her.

  Why? Damian demanded again, but he knew. Their shared dream of Andi in the Realms, perfect in the moment, horrifying in retrospect, as the Realms were the last place she should ever be. Because you’re still scared of dreams? he scoffed, even as his doubts took hold.

  Not of dreams. But of prophecy? Yes.

  You can’t know for sure, he protested.

  No. But I do know there is someone who wishes you ill on the far side of Rax’s mirror. His dragon shifted inside of him, taking up more space so that Damian could feel it hovering just below his skin like it wanted to hold Andi too. And I would like to kill them quickly, so we can return to this.

  Damian fought his dragon because it was what he was used to, what he’d always done, then relented. His dragon was right. If someone was willing to come after him, they’d certainly come after her.

  I can’t let anything happen to her, he thought as he held her in his arms, his dragon riding him just beneath his skin. Not ever again.

  I won’t. Not ever, his dragon promised him. And I am a much more dangerous creature than you. And he felt it focus the dark part of its heart, the part that hated being chained to his human body, on an external enemy at last: anyone who might hurt Andi. Rest now, and I’ll keep watch, it told him. Like I have always done.

  Damian stared up at the ceiling for a much longer time thinking, fighting sleep. But if listening to his dragon was the price of keeping Andi safe, he pulled her closer to him, breathed in the scent of her hair, and let the dragon win.

  ***

  Thank you for reading DRAGON DESTINED!

  Andi and Damian’s story continues in DRAGON FATED.

  Here’s a quick excerpt!

  “Say it,” she taunted him.

  Damian chuckled deeply. “Never.”

  She pouted, then swiped her thumb over the precum pearling on his tip, swirling it in a gentle circle over his head, and he hissed in desire. “Not even if I do this?” she asked.

  “No,” he told her flatly, while smiling.

  “Hmmm, then what about this?” she asked, keeping eye contact with him as she pulled his cock out toward her, parting her perfect lips to take just the head of him in her mouth so she could follow the path her thumb had just taken with her tongue.

  I like this game very much, his dragon told him. He didn’t respond to it, but he gave Andi the reward of a ragged breath and watched her smile mischievously around him, as she started to suck his cock in earnest, her head framed neatly by the c
risp lines ironed into his black slacks. Her mouth was so warm and soft and as she took him deeper he filled it and could feel himself rubbing at the back of her throat, like she was fit to swallow him, as her hand kept working at his shaft, and another sank lower to cup his balls.

  “Andi –goddamn,” he got out, and she stopped everything, slurping off of him and looking up expectantly, kneeling between his legs with her pert breasts between his knees that he was torturously not allowed to touch.

  “Your safeword is a curse word?” she asked. “I don’t know a lot about these sorts of things, but that seems like an odd choice.”

  He made a sound between a growl and a groan. “No, my safeword is not a curse word.”

  She gave him the same look she’d given Rax before she’d rooked him for a two million dollar car. “I’d better suck harder then,” she said breathlessly, and Damian knew he was in trouble.

  Good trouble. The best possible kind.

  She took him back into her mouth and bobbed her head down as she stroked him and her fingertips teased against the seam of his sack and his hips pulsed up to meet her of their own accord and he was panting, already ready to come like a date in the back of a car on prom night, but that didn’t matter because she made him endlessly hard and he would always want to fuck her, to want her, like this, or any other way she’d let him.

  “Andi – I’m going to cum,” he warned her in guttural tones and then she moaned, he felt it reverberate around him, and that’s what set him off, the thought of her pleased to please him, wanting to take what he had to give – he made an anguished sound and pulsed, hard, feeling himself jet inside her, wave after wave of pleasure reeling through him and out into her waiting throat, all the while her purring around him. She didn’t stop until he was finished. Her one hand released his balls gently while the other held his shaft still as she pulled off of it, not losing a single drop. She sank back onto her heels, her lips slightly swollen from the effort of taking him, and gave him a cat that ate the canary smile before speaking again.