Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection

by Gina Kincade

  “That’s enough,” Damon growled. The sound rumbled right to her core. “Now the shaft.”

  Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she coated her palm with the bit of cream still on her fingers. She wrapped her hand around the base just above where Damon held the phallus and slowly stroked up to the head.

  Another jerk of his cock against her thigh accompanied Damon’s moan. He watched, almost transfixed as she slid her hand up and down three times, before halting her. “That’s perfect.”

  Teasing the dragon had been more than fun; it had been sensual. The throb in her clit intensified almost to the point of discomfort. “I’m ready,” she said when he didn’t move right away, needing whatever was coming more than her next breath.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  She gulped. The phallus wasn’t nearly as big as his cock was, but it wasn’t small by anyone’s standards, either. With a shaky breath, she let her knees fall apart, giving him all the room he needed.

  “I’ll go slow. Being your first time, it’s going to be a tight fit. Tell me if it hurts.”

  Unable to find her words, she nodded.

  Ava jumped at the cool feel of the cream-covered phallus as he pressed the head of it at her opening, but Damon held steady. “I’m going in now.”

  Her eyes drifted shut and her breath caught in her throat. A slight burn—more like a heated tingle—accompanied the phallus as he pushed it inside her. The wood warmed with her body heat. With slow and steady pressure, Damon pushed it deeper until the head met her base, leaving a few inches still protruding from her body. She gasped as little quivers raced along the flesh surrounding the phallus, blooming into pleasure that pulsed and grew.

  “How’s that?” he asked, his voice strangled.

  Ava opened her eyes, blinking them into focus. “So good,” she answered in the only way she could—truthfully.

  A muscle jumped in Damon’s jaw. He blew a breath out on a hiss. “I want to take my time, Ava. Heaven knows I do, but I may not be able to.”

  His eyes reverted to the dragon slits, and a rumble came from his chest again. Her she-wolf responded with a growl of her own. Ava came up to meet Damon, capturing his lips with her kiss.

  The taste of him on her tongue and the press of his hand on her hip were almost enough to send her careening over the edge of an orgasm. Never had she experienced such delicious pleasure.

  “You need to come, don’t you, love?” he asked when he broke their kiss. Without waiting for her answer, he brought his mouth to her breast and laved her nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. At the same time, he stroked his hand from her hips to her pussy. With the pad of his finger, he mimicked the circular pattern around her clit.

  Her entire body tensed. With the phallus deep inside her and his tongue and fingers strumming her body like a fine instrument, she crested over the edge. Her sighs and gasps filled the room, but she was powerless to stop them. Her pussy clamped around the phallus, driving her desire higher. Only when the waves of ecstasy waned did the suction Damon had on her nipple ease and his finger stop caressing her.

  “The next time you come, it’ll be all over my cock,” he told her, his eyes holding the promise his words had delivered.

  Chapter Eight

  DAMON HELD ON to his dragon by a thread. Hearing Ava come apart had driven the beast to the surface. It needed its mate—now. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock jump. If it weren’t for the fact that he wanted to fill her body with his seed, marking every part of her with his scent, he might have lost control entirely and come like a fucking youngling just by witnessing her pleasure.

  Her chest heaved as she drew in hungry breaths, enticing him further. He blew over the tip, reddened by his sucking, and she moaned again. So responsive. Perfect.

  She skated her fingers across his chest. He expected her to be shy or unsure, but the bold move ended with his groan when she grazed a nail on each of his nipples. “How long until I’m ready?” she asked, her voice a throaty whisper that made his balls tighten to the point of pain.

  “Very soon. Another minute.” He took a slow breath, willing himself to wait. She was probably ready now, but he wouldn’t chance her discomfort.

  He grasped the butt of the phallus and twisted it inside her. Ava’s eyes rounded, and she moaned as they fluttered shut. He pulled it out a few inches, then slid it in again, testing her body. The phallus slid deeper. The last few inches disappeared inside her, and she cried out, thrusting her hips to meet the invasion.

  “Please,” she begged.

  Her soft plea, combined with the gentle caress of her hands on his chest, he could have handled, but when her nails scored into his skin, adding a tinge of pain to the need pulsing through him, his control evaporated.

  He pulled the phallus out, sending it flying, not caring where it landed. He covered her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, thrusting up against his aching cock. “We need to go slow,” he tried to warn her.

  “Now,” she demanded.

  He tipped his hips, aligning their bodies so the head of his cock nudged at her entrance. Just the feel of her hot, wet folds sent pleasure rushing down his spine and into his balls. The shock of it ran the length of his shaft.

  Keeping his gaze trained on her face, he pushed the first inch inside her. The velvet grip of her pussy on the head was almost enough to make him come. Her eyes flew open, and her lips parted on a silent sigh. He breathed her in, seeking fear, pain—anything and everything that might cause her distress—but her scent was pure lust.

  Each time he pressed further inside her, she gasped, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. It wasn’t until he was fully seated that she uttered another sound.

  “More,” she said in a breathless tone. Her nails left trails of fire on his back, driving him—and his dragon—wild.

  With a measured stroke, he pulled out and then back inside her. The head of his cock bumped at her base in a soft kiss as he stretched her. When he retreated again, her moan filled the room, and she used her legs to pull him in faster—harder.

  The tightness surrounding him quivered as he moved. Every stroke squeezed his cock in a grip designed to make him lose himself in her.

  Ava writhed beneath him, her breaths coming fast and ragged. She undulated beneath him as he thrust into her, deepening each stroke. He blazed a trail of wet kisses down her neck to her chest. Arching her back, she gave him what he sought. He wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. He moaned at the responding clench in her pussy. Years of self-control kept him from spilling his seed—barely. Only when she reached her climax would he allow it to happen. She would milk every drop, pulling it deeper inside her fertile womb. He moaned again as the thought blasted in his mind.

  She wound her fingers through his hair, holding him at her breast as he continued his driving strokes deep into her. He sucked at her tit, teasing it with his tongue, then nipping it with his teeth, earning him deeper moans, breathier sighs.

  Her pussy pulsed around him. The fiery heat surrounding him making him impossibly harder—bigger.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as she fisted his hair, tugging on the strands.

  “Come for me, mate,” he demanded, no longer able to wait.

  With a long, drawn-out moan, Ava cried out as her pussy clamped around him. The clench and release around his cock drew pleasure down his spine and into his balls, right through to his cock. With another deep stroke, he shot the first jet of his come inside her. He fucked into her. Each time he bottomed out, he released more of his seed until her body melted beneath him and he was empty.

  When he could move, he rolled, taking her with him so that her slight weight rested on him. He clamped his arms around her back, locking her in place. If his mate thought to escape—though she made no move to get away—she’d have a struggle on her hands. Thankfully, she nuzzled his chin and neck, then rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh.


  He thought she’d fallen asleep, but she stroked a hand over his chest and lifted her head to look at him. “Is it always going to be like that?” she asked, not shying away from him.

  He shook his head. “No. It’ll get better,” he hastened to add when she frowned.

  Her eyebrows lifted. “Really?”

  He kissed the tip of her nose and settled her head against his shoulder again. “Yes, really. I’ll get to know what pleases you, and you’ll get to know what pleases me.”

  She nodded against him but didn’t say anything more.

  “Over the next couple of weeks, your body will react to mine—to my essence. Eventually, we won’t need the cocora cream at all.”

  She lifted her head again. “So, the more often we do this, the better?” she asked, her tone hopeful.

  Damon couldn’t contain his grin. “That goes without saying. But yes, the more I come inside you, the quicker your body will adjust.”

  He glanced at the old-fashioned clock on the bedside table and groaned. “Time to get ready. I’ll have the maid return to attend to you.”

  Ava hesitated. She looked like she might say something, then wiggled out of his grip, but not before placing a soft kiss upon his lips. “I don’t need a maid to attend to me. I can get washed and dressed all by myself. Been doing it for years,” she said as she scooted off the bed.

  “Be that as it may, you are a queen now. There’s no harm in having someone draw your bath or set out your clothing. Of course, there is another option for your bathing.”

  “And what would that be?” she asked as she bent to retrieve the phallus from the floor.

  “I could bathe you. As your mate, I’d be happy to do it. Honored, even.” He let his gaze travel the length of her body and up again. Ava stood there, not trying to hide from him in the least.

  “How long does the cocora cream last?” she asked him as she returned the favor, taking in his naked form with her hungry gaze.

  “Long enough. A few hours.”

  She gave him a smile and sauntered back to him. “I’d like that.”

  Chapter Nine

  By the time Damon ushered Ava out of the bathroom, wrapped in the softest robe in existence, he’d coaxed another two orgasms from her. Her body ached in places she’d never known existed. His tender care had melted not only her body, but a part of her heart, too. He’d make an excellent father for their young.

  She’d almost gathered enough courage to mention her sisters and her brother when they’d lain in bed, but at the last second, she’d frozen. She’d have to do it before their time at the Citadel was over, but not yet. Ava watched as Damon dressed. The dark gray suit he chose fit him to perfection, showcasing his physique to the best possible advantage. Any female would tear the expensive-looking garment from his body just to get at the prize beneath. And he was hers. He had mentioned he wouldn’t share her earlier, but he’d best realize that she wouldn’t share, either. Jealousy ripped through her at the mere thought.

  “What are you thinking about, little wolf? Your eyes have gone all stormy.” He stepped closer as he adjusted his tie. “Still sexy, but you look like you want to rip into me.”

  She shook her head. Her body was too well satiated to do anything so violent. “You said before that you wouldn't share me.”

  His expression hardened. “I won’t. Ever.”

  “I don’t share, either.”

  Damon’s lips quirked up at the corners. “Good. It’s settled. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

  He tilted his head to the side, listening. “Your body maid has arrived. I’ll leave you to get ready.” He cupped his hand around her jaw and leaned in for a kiss that made her toes curl, then with a quick smile, he headed down the stairs.

  Soft murmurs came up to greet her moments later, soon followed by footsteps.

  Mia came rushing up with a garment bag and another basket. If she pulled another phallus from it, Ava wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next. Though, the first one turned out to be quite useful. Maybe she shouldn’t dismiss the idea entirely.

  The woman appraised her, then smiled. “You don’t look any worse for the wear.”

  Mia could be a little pushy, but everything she’d done had been for her comfort and pleasure. “I’m fine. Thank you for everything you did. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time.”

  “It’s forgotten. Let’s get you ready. It seems like I’m always rushing with you. We may need to address your tardiness issues,” Mia kidded as she handed Ava the basket, then crossed the room to hang the garment bag on a wooden peg protruding from the wall.

  Mia got to work right away, pulling a hair brush and a spray bottle from the basket. By the time she was done, even Ava thought she looked pretty. She glanced at herself in the long mirror one more time, turning to admire her figure in the beautiful red dress Damon had provided. It seemed her mate had a thing for red. She’d have to remember that. Good thing the color looked amazing with her complexion. With an open back and a swooping neckline, the dress looked amazing, and Ava’s confidence soared. Black heels completed the ensemble.

  She twirled a curled tendril of her hair around a finger and watched it spring back into place with the others framing her face. The fashionable, yet messy look went perfectly with the dress.

  With her heart beating a little faster, she made her way to the sitting room.

  Damon stood with his back to her, looking out the arched window. He turned to face her when she reached the last step. He didn’t utter a word as he came to her. His gaze drifted the length of her body and up again, and just like that, he made her want him all over again. She’d already be sore come morning, but she didn’t care.

  “You look ravishing,” he told her before he kissed her.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lost herself in him. His hands glided over her bare back and slipped under the material to cup her ass over the tiny red lace underwear Mia had assured her were in fact panties.

  With a groan, he pulled away from her. “If we don’t leave the tower now, we won’t make it to the gathering.” He stuck a hand in his pants pocket and pulled out something shiny.

  “Turn,” he demanded. The command should have raised Ava’s hackles, but the tenderness with which he spoke was anything but demeaning or authoritarian.

  As soon as her back was to him, his warmth heated her. She gasped when he brought his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck before lifting the prettiest jeweled necklace she’d ever seen to her neck. The red stone, rimmed with what she could only assume were diamonds, was cool against her skin. Once it was secured, he gave her shoulder a little nip before turning her to face him. She glanced down at the jewelry that probably cost more than her father had made in his lifetime. “It’s beautiful. Thank you,” she whispered as she brought her fingers to the stone.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  She opened her mouth to thank him again, but a knock sounded at the door.

  Rather than greet whoever had interrupted, Damon held his arm out for her. “Shall we?”

  Feeling like a kid pretending to be a princess—or rather a queen—about to meet her people, she nodded. With her knees knocking and her heart pounding hard against her ribs, they left the sanctuary of the tower.

  As soon as they exited the suite, Ava was greeted with the top of a blond head as a woman curtsied before her and Damon. When she finally stood upright and looked at them, Ava smiled. “Bonnie!”

  The petite blonde took one look at her and smiled. “You’re the new queen of Tarakona Island?” she asked with a squeak.

  Ava swallowed her discomfort and gave a little nod.

  Damon cleared his throat. “Ava, meet Axton. He’s my First Officer.”

  The large man standing with Bonnie bowed his head in a formal greeting, making Ava want to burst into a nervous giggle. “Please to meet you, Your Highness. It seems you already know my mate, Bonnie?”

  “We met this morning when we were re
gistering. Wait, mate?” Ava glanced at Damon, then back to Bonnie and squealed. “That means we’re both going to Tarakona?”

  Bonnie grinned and Axton nodded.

  “It appears that way. Now we just have to figure out how to get us all there. I suppose I could fly,” Axton said in a voice almost as deep and rich as Damon’s.

  “Nonsense. You can’t be apart from your fated so soon after the mating without serious consequences. It’s not worth the risk. We’ll have them ship our belongings to the island by freighter if need be. Or maybe I’ll ask Keilon to retrieve our things. Either way, it’s done.”

  Ava’s heart thudded. There was no extra room to bring anything or anyone else with them—much less three extra someones. Tarakona Island wasn’t just far, it was on the other side of the planet. If she couldn’t bring her sisters and brother along, she might never see them again.

  Chapter Ten

  When they reached the ballroom where the celebratory gathering was to unfold, Damon stood to the side, keeping hold of Ava’s elbow as Axton and Bonnie made their way inside. Her posture had tensed after they’d left the tower, and she’d barely said a word or looked at anyone since. If she were suffering any ill effect from the creams or their time together, he’d carry her back to bed. To hell with the rules and mandatory celebration.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked without preamble. “Are you hurt?”

  Ava looked up at him. Her lips curved up, but there was no joy in her smile. If anything, there was a slight wobble to the bottom one, and if he had to guess, he’d think she was near tears. Her eyes certainly were shiny enough.