He laughed and it felt as though warm sunlight had filled her room. Her head snapped toward him, pulled like flowers to the sun. She swallowed hard, afraid of what she was suddenly feeling for this dragon. It wasn’t right. It was a lie.
“Cameron,” he said. “My brother likes to try to call me Cam from time to time, but I never let him get away with it.”
He took another bite of the rolled meat. She watched his lips move until she realized she was letting herself become mesmerized. It was the lack of sex, she told herself. It was finally getting to her now that she was alone in the presence of another male. She would jump any guy’s bones after being celibate this long.
“That was beautiful music, Cam,” she said, letting her lips twist into a wry smile. Magic wrapped around her fingers, ready to defend herself if his temper lashed out at her. She wasn’t smart for poking a dragon, but she needed to know if he was like the others. If he was like the last one.
But, he didn’t react the way she thought. Instead, he burst with that sweet laughter once more. It made her breath catch in her throat and the magic wrapped around her fingers disappear. Her head fell to the side as she regarded him.
“Tell me something else about yourself,” she asked, her voice making it sound more like a command.
He didn’t bristle. Instead, his head fell against the back of the couch while he watched her, gears moving behind his eyes while he mentally dug through memories.
“Before the Occurrence, I worked as a private detective.” He looked down, picking at the pilled fabric on the cushion. “I loved the job and the freedom it gave me from my family. It broke my heart when I was commanded to stay on the territory. I felt like someone had cut my wings. All of a sudden, I was surrounded by nothing but cranky, bossy men and I was supposed to keep my shit together to keep them from killing each other. It was more responsibility than I wanted at that age.”
Gwen’s breath was lodged in her throat. She hadn’t expected such a raw truth to fall from his lips so easily. His eyes turned up from the cushion and captured hers.
“Your turn,” he said.
She swallowed. What could she tell him? That she was hated by her own people? That she was on the run from his kind?
She sucked in a deep breath. “The card you brought back to me were made by Alphonse Mucha in his heyday. He gave them to me as a gift and they have never let me down. The other night, I had a reading that terrified me. Then, when you asked me to read your cards, I drew the same cards all over again. I think I screwed up your reading and drew for myself, instead of you.”
“What did the cards tell you?”
Her hand fisted in her skirt. “They told me that my ex-lover was going to kill me.” The words slipped out before she had a chance to wonder if she should tell them.
She heard the low growl that escaped the man and her eyes flew wide. Her heart thundered in her ears. Gwen shot to her feet.
A calm, tender hand touched her arm. His cool, green eyes looked up at her, calm and apologetic. “I’m sorry for that,” he said, softly. “That was a slip of anger on your behalf. It was not meant to scare you.”
Had she just done that? Had she panicked? Shame ridden, she let herself fall back onto the couch.
Chapter Six
Cameron couldn’t believe his own behavior. When she admitted her fear, that her ex-lover would be the one to kill her, he over reacted. It wasn’t like him. He was always so calm. He was flooded with so many new emotions around her that he could barely keep himself straight. The music had helped reign in those wayward emotions until she reached out and touched him. It was only her feet, but the contact had made his beast wild.
Then, the idea of her death at the hands of another had pushed the beast to the forefront and the growl of anger had escaped him. He should have expected her reaction, especially if she was afraid of her ex. Rumors stated that her ex was a dragon, which one he didn’t know. But, to let a dragon into her home must have been a great deal of stress on her. Garnering her trust was going to be a much harder task.
It seemed to place a vice like grip around his heart. Here was the woman who could be his mate and she was terrified of him. How could he earn her trust or even feel her love when she was prepared for fight or flight at every turn?
“Don’t be,” she said, her voice quiet. “I’m starting to understand that you’re not here to hurt me. It doesn’t mean that my instincts won’t overwhelm me from time to time.”
Instead of pushing the subject, Cameron shared another memory. “My older brother met his mate recently. She was a dragon that GOE kidnapped and implanted with silver to convince her that she was human. The beast of a woman ripped the silver out of her own body. The two of them deserve each other. My cousin met his scrappy mate not long before that. Watching both of them know what it means to love should make me happy, but I’m not.
“I’m incredibly jealous of what they’ve managed to find. It isn’t the best time for them to come across their mates, but now they aren’t alone in this fight. For a long time I was worried that I would never find a mate, that being bound to the Territory meant that I wouldn’t never cross her path.”
She slowly leaned back in her seat, trying to become comfortable in his presence again as she took in his words. “How do you feel about it now?”
Her soft, gray eyes regarded him. He wished that they could turn him inside out and he wouldn’t have to lie to her any more. He could not come out and claim this frightened creature as his mate, not as he wished he could do. If she could only see it on her own then maybe their love would stand a chance. He was so afraid that her fear of dragons would keep them from knowing happiness. He was her chance at happiness, too.
He sucked in a deep breath, eyes distant. “Now, I’m afraid that my family will be wiped out before I can save them. Priorities, you know?”
“Then what are you doing here?” She asked.
In his mind, he swore. He couldn’t lead her down the right trail. He had to guide her if she was going to fight for them. But, as he regarded her, he wondered if she would be able to fight for them at all. Just his low growl had sparked a panic response inside her.
“I’m trying to forget what is happening back home,” he said. It was kind of true. For a little while, he could lie to himself. He could say that this was not a mission put upon him by his leader. It was only him, basking in the company of his mate. The thought warmed him.
Gwen nodded. He wouldn’t dare ask her full name. He knew that witches could do things with full names. The name gave one complete power over another and could bend them to their will, especially those with magic woven through them. Witches had been known through the centuries to be bound to kings through their full names, sold by their parents for status and wealth.
“And you thought that I could help you forget?”
He let his eyes rove over her body. He could certainly forget the world in the curves that she presented. He wanted to lay his head between the soft, round mounds of her breasts. He wanted to peel the gossamer and flowing fabric from her body to reveal the pale, Welsh skin that lay beneath it. She reminded him of a soft, white ice-cream with the striking taste of mint hidden behind it.
When his eyes met her face once more, he could see the red across her cheeks and the satisfied smile that she tried to hide by pressing her lips together. It warmed him to see her happy. He leaned forward and claimed a ripe strawberry from the board, slowly dunking it into the melted chocolate. It had cooled slightly and clung to the berry with abandon.
He didn’t pull back. Instead, he raised the berry in silent offer. Her eyes lingered on his, her lips slightly parted. It took all the effort Cameron had in him not to pull the berry away and claim her lips for himself. His breath became shallow with need.
Her lips closed around the offered berry, plump and ready for him. His pants tightened uncomfortably around him.
“I think you could make me forget myself entirely,” he said, his voice hoarse with ne
ed. He couldn’t hide it. He couldn’t hide it anymore.
She laughed nervously, holding up the back of her hand to hide her berry stained lips. Slowly, so as to not frighten her, he reached to pull that hand away from her lips. His touch on her arm was feather light. His body was drawn to hers, magnetized by their bond. He leaned in, eyes on her lips.
Gwen squeaked. It was a keening, choked sound that made Cameron snap back abruptly. He’d let his lust for her override his senses, his rationality. She was terrified of him. That was clear.
Seducing her to fight for them was going to be impossible. It sent a crack through his heart to know that he could never love his mate. She would not trust him. It was not his fault, but the doing of another dragon. His rage had him shooting up from the couch they shared.
Cameron paced, trying to bank the flames that were burning inside of him. They were hotter than he’d ever felt in his life. Was this what his brother felt? Cameron’s feet led him to the kitchen where he could lean against the counter with his back to her and try to control his breathing. He could barely stop the flood of violent thoughts directed at whoever had hurt his mate. It made his fingers curl into hard fists.
What he didn’t notice was Gwen, slowly coming around the counter to face him. She looked up at him with wide eyes. He held his breath for fear of scaring her away like a young faun.
***
Gwen tried to put a tight hand around the fear that churned inside her. It overpowered something she would much rather feel, unbridled lust. She wanted this man between her legs. She wanted to know the touch of his lips on hers, on her neck, or across her back. She refused to let old fear deny her what she wanted today.
This dragon male was unlike any other she’d met before. If he wanted to forget his life in her body for a little while, she did not want to tell him no. She had an awful lot of forgetting to do, too.
It was what helped her push herself from where she cowered on the couch. Cameron, the dragon male, had hidden himself in her kitchen to fight away his frustration on his own. She felt a small amount of guilt tumble through her. She would see how far she could get. She would try to bridge the gap between them.
Only for the night.
Then, she would disappear. He would never see her again.
She rounded the corner into the kitchen and slowly approached him. He looked at her from beneath lidded eyes, unable to hide the fire burning in them, aware of her every movement.
“Let’s try this again,” she whispered. She closed the distance between them. Her magic wrapped hand fisted in the front of his shirt, she sent a burst of it through him. A moan slipped out from between his lips and his eyelids fluttered. She smiled with satisfaction. His knees bent, dropping him to her height. “I shouldn’t be as afraid if I’m in control.”
She pulled him to her. Her lips fell upon his, soft at first, testing the waters. She would not force herself upon him. That was not what she wanted. Her lips gently pushed at his, in case the dragon male had changed his mind and decided that he did not want her after all. The fear that he had filled her chest while their lips brushed one another.
Then, his lips parted for her and joy soared through her heart. She pressed harder, her fisted hand yanking him into her body while her magic wrapped around his wrists and held him. He could fight it with his dragon strength and break the binding if he wished. Instead, he let her hold him down while she explored his mouth.
He growled into her lips, his teeth nipping and reaching for whatever they can. She pulled back, teasing as she quickly licked his lips. He growled and reached for more. She was all he wanted in that moment. The dragon man allowed himself to be bound when he would have rather pounced her. That kind of abandon thrilled her. It put her at ease, allowed her to lower her lips, dragging them across stubble toward the lobe of his ear. She pulled it between her lips and suckled it while he moaned into her ear.
The moan morphed into a growl as his body arched into hers.
“You like that?” she whispered into his ear. Her warm breath fell over the sensitive parts.
“More,” he growled, so unlike the man that had entered her home. Desire had devoured him whole.
She pulled back and met his eyes. His face was twisted by desire. He flexed his fists, possibly fighting the urge to break her binding. He was trying for her. Who was this dragon man she’d let into her life? Why did he make her feel so many things she’d thought impossible.
Gwen almost felt… safe.
She tossed aside the thought and returned to the fun they were having. Her nails pulled down his shirt and grazed over the exposed flesh. She leaned in and her lips touched the soft skin of his neck. Her teeth dragged over his skin before she pulled it into her mouth, tongue flicking and teasing.
“Tell me what you will do when I let you go,” she whispered into his skin. “Tell me how you will please me.”
He growled, almost as though he had to find his humanity beyond the beast in order to speak. His eyes flashed from gold to a gray-green, the sign of his beast pushing toward the front. Gwen should have been afraid, but looking into this man’s face as she held him in place, she couldn’t find her fear.
“I am going to break these bindings,” his beast purred. “And once I do, I’m going to flip you onto your stomach so that I can take you. You are mine and I will make you scream until your magic shatters.”
Gwen felt a shiver run up her spine, one of anticipation. Her core warmed at his words and she could feel the space between her legs moisten.
“You won’t take any time to please me?” she asked, voice hoarse with the effort it took to find it.
He raised molten gold eyes to hers. “Like I said, you will cry out. I will please you until you cannot take more, until you know that you are mine.”
The beast’s words should have frightened her. It should have made her turn and run, but there was something about it that rang like a truth in her ears. She was not a witch that could separate truth from fiction like sifting for gold, but this felt too real for her to ignore.
“Then take me,” she whispered and released the magical binding on his wrists.
He didn’t pounce on her like she thought he would. Gray-green swirled through his eyes, a sign that he and his beast were together as they moved. Slowly, so slowly, he approached her. His hands slithered over her hips before gripping her, hard. He spun her around and pressed the length of his body tight against her. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her buttocks.
Warmth pooled between her legs. She heard the dragon man scent the air behind her, taking in the desire that she could not hide, either. Then, before she could react, his arms slipped behind her knees and he swept her off her feet.
Chapter Seven
“I will not fuck you on a hard surface,” he growled with her in his arms. “Direct me to your bed.”
All Gwen could do was point toward the closed door. He kicked it open, breaking the lock. She didn’t have time to mind. She would be leaving soon, anyway. Beyond the broken door lay what felt like an indoor garden. Plants in pots of all sizes filled the sunny room. Amidst pots of lavender and peppermint sat her wide, white covered bed.
Cameron and his beast set her gently down onto the white duvet before abruptly gripping her hips and flipping her over. His hands ran up the back of her legs, earning a small moan out of her mouth. How long had it been since anyone touched her at all? Even the small gesture had her closing her eyes to savor in the feeling.
There were things a man could do that the battery-operated boyfriends could not, such as gripping the waistband of her long skirt and yanking it down over her legs. She laid there, bare assed for his viewing pleasure.
He growled, his hand moving toward the soft flesh of her buttocks. Long fingers kneaded her flesh. How long had it been for him, she wondered? Had it been just as long? Was he aching for her the same way she ached for him?
She squealed when his teeth descended upon her skin. He bit the tend
er flesh of her buttocks, interspersing kisses between small nips and nibbles. She writhed beneath his grip. He laughed, deep and resonating through her. She felt it rumble through her core and she knew what she wanted.
“Take me,” she breathed.
His tongue slipped between the gentle folds of her. She let the bed swallow her moan of pleasure. She had not expected the quick flick of his tongue there. She had not expected this gentle patience.
“Take me,” she growled.
His finger slipped inside of her and she called her pleasure into her bed sheets. “You’re not ready,” he whispered.
She rocked her hips back and forth, enjoying the feel of even a finger inside of her as it touched places that had been lonely for far too long. The silkiness of his skin was nothing compared to the feeling of the tip of him as he pressed it against her opening. She moaned with surprised delight.
She had been with a dragon before. She knew what it meant to lay with one and what they hid in their pants. Her battery-operated boyfriends should have ensured that she was ready for the smooth shaft to slide into her, but as he guided himself in, inch by inch, it felt like nothing she’d known.
Once he was hilt deep, his hips began to work. He thrust, hitting deep each time, while his hands explored every inch of her body. They shoved her shirt up so that he could cup her aching breasts. His soft thumb flicked and pinched her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core. The other hand moved further south, the tips of his fingers sliding between her folds to touch her most sensitive place.
His hand worked in unison with his cock, pushing her closer and closer to the precipice. Waves of pleasure coursed through her core with each thrust of his cock. It seemed to fill every available inch inside of her, stroking her pleasure into a slow burning fire.
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