She shivered. A naked thrill coursed through her body, making her nipples hard beneath Rovik’s shirt she’d borrowed. He nuzzled her neck and the side of her jaw. She gulped. From their closeness, she could smell his fresh, fragrant soap, and his shampoo. His raven-dark hair was still damp from the shower.
He found her lips and kissed her softly.
Her heart fluttered like a pair of butterfly wings. It reminded her of the kiss they shared in the woods. Only this one wasn’t a greeting kind of kiss. This was hotter. An invitation to lust and more.
Emily groaned as she parted her lips.
His tongue stroked deeply.
Damn, he tasted so good. Cinnamon. Spicy. Fresh mints, perhaps from his toothpaste. A delighted groan curled out of his throat when she started responding to his kiss. Tentatively at first. And then bolder. Before long their kiss became an opera of whimpers and lustful moans. He made her breathless, hot and needy at the same time.
He nibbled her lower lip and licked it from corner to corner. She gasped. He ground his hips against hers, making her aware of his hard erection.
“Look what you do to me, sweetheart. Very naughty. Considering you aren’t wearing any panties,” he breathed out the words between his kisses.
She didn’t. Her clothes were in the hamper, dirty. Even those loaned from Rovik.
Rovik parted his lips. He blinked. His lashes swept up and down. His eyes ablaze, he stroked her cheek with his fingertips. “You shouldn’t tempt a man while dressing so scantily. A man might not be able to hold back, and could take advantage of you.”
Emily giggled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers into his silky mane. “Maybe you’re looking at this the wrong way. Have you ever considered that I’m the one who’s taking advantage of you? A gentleman sleeps innocently in a bed in his own house. His house guest seduces him so she could mooch from him for the time being.”
Rovik laughed. Oh, how she loved to hear him. His masculine mirth was making her spine tingle.
“I’m no gentleman and you’re not a house guest. You’re my mate and everything I own is yours.”
“That sounds reckless. No prenup or anything? I could easily take half your assets if I decide to leave you.”
“Hmm. You could try to leave me, but I’ll never let you go. You’re mine. All mine.” Rovik ran one hand over her body. From her thigh, over her hips, to the curve of her waist, then slowly up to her chest. He tightened his hand on her breast, cupping, kneading her. With his thumb, he brushed over her hardened nipple, teasing her.
She moaned. It felt good; the shirt had become an obstruction. She wanted to feel his hand on her bare skin. His naked touch.
Rovik studied her reaction. “You like this.” He sounded pleased.
She bit her lip. “Please…”
“Hmm? Please what?”
Heat suffused her cheeks. “I want you. You’re mine too, aren’t you?”
His gaze settled on her. “Yes. I’m yours. It works both ways.” Rovik sat upright, straddling her. His muscles flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head.
She drank it all in. His beautiful body and sumptuous tanned skin. And the bulge at the juncture of his thighs. When he yanked down his pants and slid them down to his ankles, she had to bite her lip to keep from openly salivating. His cock. Hard and male and unspent, promises of the wickedness and pleasure to come. Watching him like this made her dizzy…
With a mischievous grin, he hiked up the hem of her shirt and took it off her body. His gaze roamed with greed. He hissed at the sight of her nakedness. “Baby, you’re so beautiful.” He lowered his head and kissed her gently, his body pressed against hers.
She could feel his heat, his thundering heartbeat, his lust was oozing from his every pore. Her heart pounded, matching his. And her pussy ached in anticipation of him filling her.
Rovik nibbled her lower lip and licked the side of her jaw. She shivered uncontrollably. She liked when he did that. It felt as if all her bones melted at once, turning into gel, and high octane arousal seared her from the inside out, burning in an incandescent ferocity she hadn’t expected.
At this moment, she wanted him more than anything else in the world. She needed him more than she needed to breathe. If she couldn’t have him, she’d die.
Rovik licked down her collarbones, her cleavage. Her moan turned into a gasped scream when he shifted his attention to her nipple. He took one into his mouth and sucked it.
She bit her lip and groaned. She threw her head back as her spine bowed in pleasure. He didn’t just suck on her, his tongue played with her tender bud as he took it into his mouth. The essence of her soul drained into him each time he withdrew from sucking on her. Her body quivered. He inflamed her to the depth of her soul. Hazy thoughts filled her head. All logic had left her brain and mating instincts took over. All she could think of was becoming one with him. Every fiber of her being screamed his name.
Her nipples were throbbing when he was finished with them. Her pussy clenched and moistened. His nostrils flared, taking in the aroma of her arousal.
“Your scent is incredible. I can’t get enough of you,” he confessed in a half-drunk tone. He slipped his hand to the juncture of her thighs. He seemed delighted to find her wet.
Very wet.
He slid a finger inside her. Quickly, the muscles of her sex contracted against his intruding digit. “Tight. Very tight,” he said thickly.
“I…” She faltered. She didn’t know if she should tell him. She’d never done this before. Rovik was the first man she had ever been intimate with.
“Don’t worry,” he assured. “I’ll be gentle.”
She couldn’t help but giggle. That sounded so cliché.
Rovik positioned himself on her. “What’s so funny?” he was curious.
“Nothing.”
“Hmm.”
She felt his hard erection on her sex. His cockhead brushed against her wet nether folds.
He didn’t take her right away. She clawed his shoulders, bracing for the discomfort she’d heard so much about. But Rovik was taking his sweet time. He merely lubricated himself with her juices.
She moaned. Eyes wide. This felt so amazing. She could feel the ridges of his veined shaft on the seam of her sex. On her pubis. On her belly. It was hot and pulsating.
Curious, she took a peek. Good lord, he was bigger than she anticipated. A little panic alarm sounded in her head.
He couldn’t possibly want to shove that thing inside her.
It was just impossible.
Rovik tugged her chin up and claimed her lips. He kissed her until she was breathless.
Then, he penetrated her.
She tore her mouth from him, gasping. His cock speared her opening. “Rovik!”
He seemed torn for a second before he said anything. “Bear with me.”
“I—”
He thrust, forcing her pussy to accept his cock.
Her scream froze in her throat. Her head spun. It fucking hurt, but hurt so damn fucking good. Pain and pleasure became one. She couldn’t take him farther but she didn’t want him to stop. It was maddening. She cried as he pushed in and tugged, trying to sheathe himself all the way.
“Rovik!”
He exhaled a long suffering breath as if he was at his limit. “Shall, I stop?”
“N-no…”
He kissed her again so lovingly. “Relax,” he said, smiling. “They say a woman’s first time is hard.”
“How did you know?”
He gave her the look. “You had the word virgin written all over you from the moment you walked into the diner. Now, look at me and relax. I want you to feel pleasure too, this is all about you. If you only knew how good you make me feel. It’s heaven.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared directly into his eyes. Fire burned in her pussy. His cock scorched her insides. She took a deep breath. Slower. Trying to slow down her galloping heart.
Rovik slid his h
and between their joined bodies and down into her curls. He found her clit and started rubbing it gently.
Her breath hitched.
He cooed. “Relax. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I should have pleasured you first, but I was impatient. Can you blame me? You’re so fucking irresistible.”
Sweet ecstasy cascaded inside her, melting her into nothingness as pleasure and pain waltzed in an endless dance of perversity. Rovik tugged and pushed, inch by inch in an attempt to sheathe himself fully. Her pussy contracted around his slippery shaft, protesting the delicious intrusion. With a feral growl, he thrust and stilled for a moment. He’d buried himself balls deep. His cock pulsed alive and damnably hot. She was full, fearing she’d split in half if he tried to move.
Rovik kissed the hollow of her throat. He withdrew ever so slowly and gently thrust in. She watched him wide eyed, awed from the sensation. Pleasure. Only pleasure enveloped her from head to toes. Any discomfort had quickly gone away, forgotten. He pinned her with his stare and his body weight. He pulled out until his cockhead almost left her opening and he slowly pushed in until he sheathed himself all the way. Tendrils of fire licked the base of her spine, burning her already overheated body.
“Rovik…”
He kissed her and picked up his pace. She let out a kittenish mewl. He soothed her with more kisses as his thrusts became harder and incessant. She moaned, unconsciously urging him to take her faster and faster. Pure pleasure gathered rapidly. She quickly found herself at the precipice of a climax. He thrust once. Twice…
She exploded. Her world blackened for a moment as she was lost in a storm of ecstasy. When she came out of it, Rovik jerked, climaxing. His cock juddered inside her, emptying his seed.
She collapsed just as it was over. The room was spinning as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Rovik pulled her against his chest and locked her in a tight embrace. He nuzzled behind her ear. His breath felt hot on her skin. She blinked. Her attention riveted on the delicious thrum in her pussy. She could feel the sticky wetness on her thigh and his still hard erection.
A sudden drowsiness made her eyelids heavy.
Sleep overcame her.
Chapter Six
The delicious smell of bacon sizzling in the frying pan wafted into his office as Rovik caught up on the business end with Jericho. He’d been up for over an hour, leaving Emily asleep under the covers. It appeared she’d awakened, and was now making breakfast.
A little smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. She must have been hungry. He felt guilty that he kept her awake during ungodly hours last night. Her scent still filled his nostrils, making him heady. And the softness of her skin. The way she moaned when he brought her to pleasure. Just the thought of it sent a thrill straight to his cock. Maybe he should give her a hand in the kitchen and perhaps a quickie and –
He shook his head from the salacious temptation.
No, business first. He had to be considerate as she might be tired. He’d worn her out last night.
“Stromheim, did you listen to what I just said?” Jericho’s annoyed voice at the end of the phone line reeled him back to reality.
“Sorry, man. I was distracted. You were saying?”
“McGuire is in cahoots with the Stonehearth clan from the north. When you picked a fight with the old man Norman, you basically picked a fight with the whole clan. Whichever way this one goes down, I’ll tell you it ain’t gonna be pretty.”
Rovik snorted in contempt. He knew the moment he sensed Dwayne and the sheriff were the same kind, violent conflict was inevitable. He’d never back down from protecting his interest. Mate was sacred for dragon kin because having a mate equated the survival of the species, the subliminal drive that affected every creature under the sun to procreate.
After Rovik arrived home, he’d asked Jericho to investigate the Blutrot community in North America, and specifically any information regarding Norman and Dwayne McGuire. As he suspected, Sheriff Norman McGuire was an old Blutrot who had gone through several assumed identities over the years.
His real name was Samhrain and he was the cousin of Geoffrey Stonehearth, the main chief of the Blutrot clan.
In the early nineteenth century, Sheriff Norman did something that caused him to be shunned, and he and his immediate family left Montreal. It wasn’t clear what kind of crime he had committed that forced him into a self-imposed banishment. Even though Sheriff Norman had become the black sheep in the clan, Chief Stonehearth would still lend his power if Sheriff Norman asked for his help. No matter how grave one’s sin, every dragon had undying loyalty toward the clan and to protect their clansmen against outsiders.
Except Schwarzen, of course.
Among the breeds, Schwarzen were loners. Rogue.
Fiends.
“Do you have any plans in the event the entire Blutrot clan comes to retrieve Emily?” Jericho asked. “You don’t think they’d let you get away with it, do you?”
“For claiming my own mate?” Rovik made a distasteful sound. “They can try at their own risk.”
Jericho’s turn to snort in contempt. “Arrogant bastard. Cocky as always. Does it occur to you that you won’t always win in a fight?”
“So far, I’ve never lost.”
“So far,” Jericho mocked. “There’s always a first time for everything.”
“We’ll burn that bridge when the time comes. She’s my mate, man. Out of all people, you should know what that means.”
Jericho grunted in agreement. As a werewolf, Rovik’s partner knew the importance of one’s mate, especially for Eldritch folks like them. “True,” he confided. “I imagine Sheriff Norman won’t let this matter die. What would you do if they come? You can’t fight them alone, no matter how mighty a Schwarzen you are.” The mocking tone in his voice was evident. Jericho paused. “Perhaps you can ask for reinforcement from the Guild?”
New York City was the melting pot of various Eldritch folks. To be able to live in the city meant one must obey the rules set by the Guild. Their number one rule was no fighting could occur within the city limits that would attract unwanted attention from the Mundanes. Most humans were oblivious to the supernatural folks who were thriving among them. The last thing the Guild wanted was for Mundanes to realize supernatural creatures existed.
Violation of the Guild’s holy rule meant Enforcers would come and kick his ass out of the city after they finished breaking him into tiny pieces. Since Rovik decided to make New York his home, he had been closely monitored by the Enforcers due to the nature of his beast. Rovik liked New York because no one would pick a fight with him unnecessarily. Otherwise, male hatchlings were more likely to seek confrontation because he was a rare Schwarzen. It was a dragon thing. Dominancy and being territorial were ingrained deeply in younger male blood.
“There’s no way the Guild would sully their hands helping a Schwarzen like me. They’d gang up on us both before we wrecked half the town,” said Rovik while contemplating his options. “Judging from how desperate they were about Emily, I had a hunch they’d come to retrieve her. I must find out why they’re keeping Emily in the first place. Thought I’d ask my folks at home.”
“You think Senior would help?” Jericho had doubt in his voice. His best friend knew how dysfunctional the relationship between him and his father was.
“He has to. Mom has been nagging me about grandkids since I got home from Iraq. She’ll want to see Emily.”
“Ah. When will you be leaving?”
“I’d say the sooner the better. I was thinking to get tickets after lunch. If we’re lucky, we might be at the ranch before midnight. Then we can leave to catch the earliest return flight.”
“Short visit, huh?”
“Can’t tolerate being under the same roof too long with my old man. You know why.”
“Well, then, I’ll man the office while you’re gone. I checked with Al earlier and we only have two active cases. Matt can handle those while I keep an eye on things.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Call me if you need anything.”
“Will do.”
After replacing his landline phone into its cradle, Rovik padded into the kitchen to investigate the source of the delicious aroma which was making him hungry.
Emily greeted him with her pretty smile. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind me helping myself to your kitchen.”
“Babe, mi casa es su casa.” He padded to her and gave her a kiss. “What are you making? I’m hungry.”
“Bacon and eggs. Some toast. Coffee.”
“I’m having what you’re having.” Rovik couldn’t resist kissing her again. She was like crack. He was addicted. Couldn’t get enough.
She had showered and washed her hair. He liked the scent of shampoo and clean soap permeating from her. This morning she wore his T-shirt and a pair of his old jeans. No bra, of course. Her nipples pressed against the fabric. His mouth watered. Heat stirred in his loins and he hardened.
Damn.
“Let’s eat,” said Emily. She placed a plate of bacon and eggs on the table. “How do you take your coffee?”
“Black. Two sugars.” Rovik took a seat.
Emily scooped eggs and bacon onto his plate. “Toast?”
“I’m good, thank you.”
She fixed him coffee and buttered toast for herself. He tried the eggs and found them very delicious.
“And you’re a great cook, too? You’re just perfect,” he gushed.
She blushed. “I’ve been taking care of people since…forever. My mom always worked and I was home alone. I did the cleaning and cooking or I’d starve. And when I lived with the McGuires, I did the cooking too because the sheriff is a terrible cook.”
“I can imagine.” Rovik took another bite. “Anyway, I’ve talked to Jericho about our problem and I think the best course of action is for us to go to my parents. My dad might be able to help track down your family.”
“Your parents? Where?”
“They live in Waco. Texas.”
“Texas?” She sounded uncertain.
“Don’t worry, they won’t bite you. I know for sure my mom will like you. She’s been griping about grandbabies for the past couple of years; I don’t feel like going home for Christmas.”
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