Lucien: Dragofin Mated: Book 2 (Dragonfin Clan Mated)

by Mychal Daniels

  She felt like an idiot for not realizing that. He gently placed her in the center of the huge bed. The cushiony support hugged her better than the best memory foam.

  “This bed is way more comfortable than the one upstairs too. Hey! What’s up with that bedroom up on the fifth floor?”

  “Nothing, if it’s that important to you to know, we use it as a guest bedroom and opening to the back yard for practice—you know the open deck you saw outside. I kept you up there until I thought you’d agree to come down here. This is where I normally retire to rest. And, we can change anything you want.”

  “Guest bedroom? I thought you said no one came into the Lair.”

  “Well that’s not exactly true. There’s Miss Connie if we get so injured she has to watch us round the clock, there’s the rare occasion when we have visiting members of the council and one time my parents came for a visit.”

  “Ooh, Lucien Drake! I would have never had you sleeping in the guest bedroom had I known this was your space.”

  “Yeah, unlike the guys who prefer to keep an apartment upstairs and only come down here when it’s time to take a prolonged deep sleep, I always came down here. I could get away from it all and have some quiet time and space.”

  Quinn understood that need and drive. “How about this? How about I keep a place upstairs and come down here with you whenever you want me too. That way you can keep this space as your own. I know how much you need space as the leader of the Clan.”

  “Don’t you dare try to wiggle out of staying with me. If you have a place up top, we’ll have a place up top together. Quinn, I don’t want to be apart from you like that. I’ve had too many years to be alone, now I want to be with you. Allow me to show you how we can share while not invading each other’s space.”

  “Fine, but don’t look at me like I did you wrong in twenty years and you want your den back. Cause it ain’t happening. Once I move in, that’s it, Dragon.”

  “Deal,” Lucien said, extending a hand out to shake on it.

  When she grabbed his hand, Quinn pulled him down on top of her. “Enough with all this talking, we need to get some sleep, but I need you to work with me on how much. I want you, now. Then we can get some sleep, yes?”

  He didn’t utter another word using his actions to devour her mouth.

  “One more thing,” she whispered between kisses.

  “What?” his voice had that supernatural rugged depth that turned her on.

  “We can make love later when we have more time. Right here, right now, I want you to fuck my brains out. Can you do that for me, Dragon?”

  Quinn’s panties were instantly soaked as his eyes flashed his Dragon’s vibrant green eyes. Lucien almost clawed her clothes off with a new savagery that revved her up. Not talking, he undressed, holding her in a stare that rendered her delirious with sexual need. Both of them completely naked, she marveled at how his body moved and his muscles rippled in a beautiful body poetry. Remembering to breathe, Quinn obeyed in quiet surrender as he positioned her on her knees and tapped her on one of her ass cheeks with a light smack. Up until now, that had never been her thing, but by his hand, the tiny sting traveled straight to her pussy where it landed producing a moan of anticipatory pleasure.

  When he pushed her head down onto the bed, spread her knees wider and then put his face between her thighs to lick her from behind, Quinn saw a fusion of colors, bright and dancing, clouding her eyesight. He licked and nipped at her core, slapping her ass at the least expected moments. More and more her cream built as he licked and savored her womanly treasure. It was apropos that he bring her to his Dragon’s den to fuck.

  Here Quinn felt like the Dragon’s Eye that was supposedly more treasured and any other treasure. There was no objectification in the feeling. Instead it was the realization that he surrendered all himself to bring her into his inner sanctum.

  The thought of all he offered to her caressed her innermost being. This love she had for him was more than for a man. It was an extension of the love she had for herself. As he continued to push his magnificent tongue deeper inside her wet opening, Quinn saw how being with Lucien opened up her understanding of who she was, her self-worth and new confidence. As a Sibyl, she was well-equipped and blessed of the Goddess to help him in battle and interpersonal strategy. As his mate, she was able to love him and know him like no other. As his friend, she was able to touch that part that made him laugh deeper and harder than anyone else. This was her mate.

  With Lucien, Quinn could and would touch bliss—daily.

  “Shit, goddamn, fuck!” she screamed before it hit her that she was speaking.

  The jolt of pleasure that zinged through her body was new and exciting. Lucien has slapped her ass, while pinching her nipples and tongue fucking her. This man was on some next level sex shit. The hum that vibrated through her body, making her fingertips and toes buzz beat out any buzz from the best drink, her beloved coffee or any other sexual encounter—man or machine—she’d ever experienced.

  He flipped her over, placing her on her back. Coming up her body like a well trained Incubus, Lucien gently lowered his body onto hers. When he nuzzled his lips against the crook of her neck and kissed ever so lightly, her belly melted with love. But, it was when he kissed down to the section above the collarbone slightly passed the top of her shoulder and then bit down with a bit of force that her knees shot up, opening in a wide V.

  He didn’t let up or give her time to breathe as his tongue and teeth alternated between a menu of kissing, sucking and biting that spot. When he blew a cool breath on the spot, Quinn came undone.

  “Fuck me now you, sexy-assed tease,” she screamed. “Give me that big dick.”

  He raised up, looked at her and grinned what could have been the blueprint for what became the devilish grin so many attempted to perfect. Ignoring her, he moved down her body, stopping at her nipples. Quinn’s body gyrated and moved on its own, bucking up to entice him to give her his cock. He ignored it, taking his time to master her. Yes, this confirmed that he was extremely dominant in bed. Thus, she waited.

  With the tip of his tongue, the bastard played her nipples to perfection, coaxing them to peaks so tight, pain and pleasure commingled to create an explosion. Quinn’s body shook as the orgasm cascaded down her length. Lucien latched on, sucking a nipple hard and grabbing one of her ass cheeks hard as she came. Her climax was so hard, Quinn pulled and yanked at the full mane of hair on his head until he pinned her arm down to the bed.

  “I’m not finished with these,” is all he said, as Lucien continued to suck each breast hard.

  When she was sane enough to open her eyes and looked at what he did, she noticed her breasts were wet and leaked a milky fluid.

  “What the hell? Is that milk?” she managed to get out.

  “Yes, and it’s all mine.”

  Her eyes grew wide, as she tried to explain. “I don’t know how this is happening. I promise I’m not pregnant.”

  He smiled up at her and with that damned grin said, “I know, but would you like to be?”

  “Not fair, Lucien. You can’t ask me anything like that right now. Hell, I’d agree to eat dirt and crow like a bird if you asked me to right now.”

  “So do you? You’re ovulating. That could be why I’m able to feast on your astounding breasts.”

  “Nah, not this time. If you keep this up, I might not be able to hold out for long, though.”

  “Whenever you wish, I’ll wait and be fine with it, my Quinn. Now, its time I did what you asked of me.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

  “Whoa! I—”

  Searing lips captured her’s as her mate pushed her thighs wide apart. Before she could catch her breath, he entered her, hard and deep. The guttural grunt that erupted from her throat was the perfect punctuation for how good he felt.

  Quinn took in every thrust of his powerful hips, relishing the deep penetration accentuated with love.
He lock fingers with hers, bringing her arms above her head as they moved as one. Each thrust into her was answered with her pushing up and into him in return. When he swiveled his hips, grinding his powerful cock into every crevice of her chamber, Quinn knew the true power of great dick.

  When she thought hyperventilating was near with the short uncontrolled breaths Quinn dragged into her body, he pulled out completely. Turning her onto her side and placing a leg on his shoulder, Lucien drilled her hard and fast. With each withdrawal, he made sure to angle enough to hit her g-spot. There was no doubt in her mind that her sex faces were the ugliest in history and ask her if she cared. This was screwing, plain and simple.

  He was far from done with ravaging her body, wrecking her soul, and liberating her spirit as he leaned back, taking her with him. Positioning her back on her knees, and pulling her back onto his cock as he laid back, Quinn was able to take over, regulating how fast, deep and hard she took him in. His large hands molded and kneaded her ass as she increased her rhythm. Not sure how long she rode him, Quinn bounced and gasped, feeling the start of her orgasm.

  Lucien had known that she needed to control when she climaxed. He’d gotten her to the point where she could take over and it meant the world to her. Her man was big enough to allow her to master him in the bed. Looking back, she was amazed to see how his face held marvel and appreciation as she took him in and out of her body.

  “I’m coming,” she rasped. “Come with me, my Dragon, please.”

  His large hands spanned her full waist as he helped her maintain her pace. Over and over she crested as he took over their pace, maintaining their position. When the force of the climax hit, it was so hard, her entire body exerted force as her pussy clenched around Lucien’s cock, milking him. His pace increased as he pulled her body down harder and harder, Quinn braced herself against his powerful chest as she felt him harden and expand deep inside her. In answer to her own blast of ecstasy, Lucien pumped into her filling her with his hot release of seed. The sensation was erotically exhilarating as her body continued to clamp down on him, pulling every drop of it from his cock.

  She wanted to collapsed from the exertion but felt new life force energy coursing through her in a rush of sensations as well. It was as if she’d stuck a finger into a pleasure socket where the shock was connected to her adrenaline. Lucien brought her to her side and cradled her into the crook of his body. Her senses and other things that had no tangible mass but belonged to her, continued to fire and ping as if colliding in new and creative events.

  Before she realized it, her body was trembling and shaking. Quinn clung to Lucien, pushing back any fear of the unknown that crept around the edges of her awareness.

  Cool air replaced the furnace that was his body as he left her on the bed. Looking around like a disoriented loon, her eyes locked on his large body as he looked around the space for something. Quinn felt greedy as she locked onto his semi-erect cock bobbling with his movements. Tracking everything he did, her heart did a flip when he found what he sought—a plush large blanket. It had been in an ornate chest a little ways away from the bed. When he came back he shook it out and gave it a sniff.

  “Don’t want to wrap you up in anything that stale smelling,” he explained.

  “I love you so hard,” was all she could manage.

  Coming back to her on the bed, he took care to wrap her in the softest, blanket. Instead of smelling stale, it held whiffs of delicate citrus and berry scents.

  “This smells yummy. What is it?” she asked, bringing a part of the blanket up to her nose. Quinn clutched the sweet-scented, soft material and wiggled back, into his side.

  “It’s one of my mother’s concoctions. Reminds me of her scent.” He leaned down and kissed her temple. “I never thought I’d have a reason to use it, but she insisted I have that chest.”

  “Why not, it’s a lovely gift, and she loves you. I can tell by how you speak of her and this wonderful gesture. Aw, you love your mother.”

  “Yes, I do love my mother and miss her. I’m hoping that once I put in a request with the Council of Elders, we’ll be able to take a homeward trip to visit. When we mate, the Council is more apt to allow us time to go home with our mates for a little time away from our posts.”

  “Really? I’d love to meet your parents. Not going to pressure you or get my hopes up, but I’d love to meet the woman who was so thoughtful to give you this blanket and other gifts in that chest.”

  “I’m glad to hear it. Do you like the blanket?”

  “I love it. Be careful; I might have to steal it from you for myself,” she said, enjoying the caress of softness and enticing fragrance it held.

  He reached down, turned her head toward him and kissed her long and deep.

  “Whoa, if you do that, we’ll be right back where we were. My my body clock, I’d say we only have a few hours before we need to be back up top, as you call it.”

  “True, but I’m happy you like the blanket because it’s yours.”

  “Lucien, I was playing. I wouldn’t dare dream of taking a gift of yours from your parents.”

  “That’s it. It’s not a gift to me, never was. My mother sent that chest to me a long time ago for my mate. She sealed it and said it was a hope chest. She gave one to each of her sons and made us promise that we’d give them to our mates when they arrived as a welcome into the family.”

  The tear that rolled over the bridge of her nose caught Quinn off guard. This was so sweet. She immediately fell in love with this woman who’d given birth to her mate.

  “I love her already,” she said.

  “Wait until you meet her before you make that decision. She’s a Warrior Siren, like Hildy, and can have her mean streaks.”

  “Oh my, okay. But I’m sure I’ll love her all the same. I already love Hildy, so that’s a good sign.”

  She let out a stifled yawn, hating to break this precious time after a great fucking from her mate with sleep. He laid down behind her prepared to sleep with the thought hit her.

  “Lucien? Do you replenish your sleep faster in this form or your Dragon form?”

  “Huh? Quinn, go to sleep, my love. We need to get as much as we can.”

  “Dragon, answer me!” she barked, not realizing how sharp it came out. “I’m sorry, I want you to be comfortable. I’d have no problems if you changed into your Dragon form as we slept, provided you didn’t crush me or snore too loudly.”

  His laugh was low and sexy. “I’m able to get sleep in either form. When I’m in Dragon form, I can slip into a deep sleep like a hibernation easier, but either is fine. In this form, I’m able to hold onto you close, so I prefer sleeping as I am with you.” He kissed her again. “Now go to sleep.”

  She did.

  38

  Lucien…

  “Lucien, wake up. Lucien!”

  “Huh—what? Why are you calling for me? We still have a little time before the meetup right?”

  “No, my brother,” Greg said. “You and Quinn have been down in your den for a while. Bro, you two have been MIA for over twenty-four hours.”

  “Really? Why did you allow us to sleep that long?”

  “Because you clearly needed it.”

  “I need a report update. Start with the time and what happened yesterday and last night.”

  “Reporting. Current time is ten-seventeen a. m. Oriana has been fed and has agreed to help with locating Julia, provided she gets a chance to speak with the Oracles, as she refers to Quinn and Wren, Wren is doing well. Matt is back to himself. Ivan, the twins, Sasha, Drew and Eoin got back from their mission last night and are in their dens and nests, oh and I met my mate.”

  “What!” Lucien shot up in bed, startling Quinn who in turn did the same, mumbling something about cupcakes and popcorn.

  He watched, love heavy on his heart, as Quinn rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked up at him with a gorgeous smile.

  “What’s going on? Is it time to meet up?” she asked

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bsp; “You could say that. Hold on a sec…”

  Lucien spoke to Greg again. “Give us time to shower and get back up there. I want to hear everything. Who, what, how… where is she?”

  “She’s one of Wren’s friends, her name is Zia, and she’s not here but is coming over for dinner soon.”

  “Does she know yet? You know, about being your mate?”

  “Nope, not a clue and I love it. I’m going to love chasing her down. I can tell she’s got a lot of guys after her, but that only gives me more determination.”

  “When we get up there, I want all the details.”

  “Yep, it was Wren’s idea. She said she was inspired to introduce us. She called her, and they met over at the Diner. I came in and sat down to have a bit to eat with them—Matt was there. You know there was no way he was going to allow Wren to go out without him. And Zia agreed to come over and have dinner soon. If it’s all good with you, I think we can do it after this Julia issue is put to rest.”

  “And you’re sure about this? Yes, and so are Matt and Wren.”

  “Okay, don’t want anything to happen to her. You know there’s no way I’ll lower the ward with Oriana anywhere near the Lair and Julia still out in the wild.”

  “I know, and you won’t have to, promise. All right. You two, get back up here. We’re going to hold brunch for you.”

  “Brunch, huh?”

  “Yep, Wren cooked. And man, she even made cupcakes and caramel popcorn.”

  “Zia, huh?” Quinn asked. “And why did you think to introduce her to Greg again?” She was drilling Wren more than asking. He knew this woman was not a fan of his mate’s.

  Lucien continued to pay attention to them without appearing to be obvious. They were supposed to be going over their plan for when they met Oriana in a few minutes, but Quinn had decided to take it in this direction once she heard about Greg meeting Zia.

  “It came to me with a strong feeling. I felt like I had to introduce them. Plus, she’d sent me a lot of text messages. She said she’d spoken with you and needed to know I was all right. We met over at the Diner and Greg was smitten.”