Dragos: The Complete Bundle (Books 1, 1.5, 2, 3 and 4)

by Amber Kallyn

  Raising her chin, she stared at him. “I’m Argentinean.”

  “So?”

  Mouth tightening, she replied, “Don’t you know the differences between our kinds?”

  His eyes narrowed.

  “Never mind, then,” she replied.

  Garreth’s hand covered hers on the rail. “Talk to me. I’ve never heard any dragon’s ancestry that could make one like the snow.”

  “I don’t like it,” she answered cautiously. The warmth of his hand spread through her body, to other places best left undisturbed. The kindness in his voice, though overlaying the inner roughness he couldn’t hide, touched her as well. The combination was dangerous.

  “Then why are you here?” His fingers curled around her palm.

  “I don’t like the snow,” she repeated. “But it doesn’t debilitate me, or my dragon, as it does others.”

  “Why not?”

  She shrugged, unwilling to answer. She didn’t trust the man that much, even if he did make her all warm and fuzzy inside.

  This man was not her dream warrior. Sex didn’t automatically make him her protector. And these feelings needed to go away before she gave in to the urge to lean against him, to run her lips over his scruffy chin, to his mouth.

  The curtain of snow parted for the barest second, letting moonlight shine down onto the porch. The rays touched her body, lit up Garreth’s face. Hit their joined hands.

  The fire spread through her body so quickly, Anna forgot how to breathe.

  She could only stare into his eyes, watch the blue bleed into a darker shade, the pupils narrowing to reptilian size. Her own vision changed, enhancing to her dragon’s abilities. Suddenly, she could smell Garreth’s arousal, hear his racing heartbeat. Feel the magnetism radiating from his dragon.

  “No,” she hoarsely cried and raced back into the house. As soon as Wolf trotted into her bedroom, Anna slammed the door and locked it.

  The mating fire couldn’t be happening.

  Not here, not now.

  Not with him.

  * * *

  Garreth breathed deep, resisting his animalistic urge to break down the door and take the woman as mate. He felt the burning deep inside, spreading from his cock to his chest. Touching his soul. He knew exactly what this magical fire meant.

  The odds of him finding his destined mate all the way out in the frackin middle of nowhere made absolutely no sense. Yet, the moonlight had touched them. Stoked their inner fires, wakening their dragons.

  Inside, his beast roared, urging him to do what destiny commanded.

  Clenching his fists, he slumped on the couch, staring at the closed bedroom door. His cock was so stiff, it was hard to sit, but if he moved, his control would be lost.

  Frackin destiny.

  Long, slow minutes passed. He could smell her—flowers mixed with her desire—through the closed door. Gritting his teeth so tight his jaw ached, he moved further from her door, to the fireplace. Adding wood and stoking the fire, Garreth hoped the wood smoke would drown out the lure.

  Taking his seat once more on the couch, Garreth twitched, twisting left, then right, trying to find a sitting position that didn’t cause him agony.

  An eternity later, he gave up. Getting to his feet, he stepped toward the bedroom door. But a few feet away, he spun and marched back to the couch. He would not force her.

  Once they touched, the burn would become all consuming. It would still be force. She’d said no.

  He pushed that thought right out in front.

  She’d said no.

  * * *

  Anna paced at the end of the bed.

  Damn it all. How in the hells could her destined mate show up here? It didn’t make any sense. Damn it all.

  Wolf whimpered from the corner he’d curled up in. She met his golden gaze, seeing his amusement. The damn lobo could sense the magic burning inside her. She didn’t know if he knew what it meant, but the wolf got that something was going on.

  He chuffed and padded to the door, nosing the knob. “I’m not going out there,” she whispered, turning her back on him.

  But that only gave her full view of the bed, a soft, four-poster monstrosity, covered in silky sheets.

  The burning shook through her, increasing tenfold. She wouldn’t make it through the night.

  Anna remembered the way Garreth’s hands and mouth had felt on her body, so clearly he could have been touching her right then and there. Maybe she should go outside, take a dip in the snowdrifts. Hells, anything to cool her desire.

  But once the dragon burning began, there was only one way to satiate it.

  Without thinking it over, she spun back to the door. Wolf snorted, nosing the handle again.

  Her feet seemed to move of their own accord, propelling her toward the man on the other side, the only one who could satisfy the aching heat inside her.

  * * *

  Garreth cursed himself beneath his breath, but it didn’t stop him from striding to the door and raising his hand to do some banging. He’d talk to her. That was all.

  Together they could figure out an alternative to sex. Some way to calm the raging desires brought on by magic and moonlight.

  The door swung open.

  The wolf darted out, sending a quiet bark before disappearing into the kitchen.

  All the words he’d planned to say disappeared at the sight of the woman in front of him. Her eyes dilated, her lips parted, trembling. The pink tip of her tongue slipped out, wetting her lips.

  He lost it. Grabbing her into his arms, he pulled her against his body. She squeaked, but didn’t resist.

  A good sign.

  Pushing his mouth to hers, he kissed her with the ferocity of his desire. Her mouth softened, opening to allow his assault. Their tongues twined, her taste increasing his thirst.

  Garreth grabbed her ass, jerking her against his painful erection. She moaned, clutching his shoulders so hard her nails scratched. He moved his hips, rubbing the junction of her legs.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in dazed desire. He drew back from their kiss, breathing erratically. They looked at each other for a long moment, his cock throbbing against her pussy, his hands on her ass, hers gripping his shoulders.

  “Tell me no,” he whispered hoarsely, his fingers twitching as if they didn’t want to let go.

  Her eyes flashed dark purple. She opened her mouth, but didn’t say a word. When she licked her ruby lips, Garreth groaned.

  He wanted her.

  Not just because of the burning. He just wanted her. And he didn’t even know her frackin name.

  “Tell me no,” he repeated.

  “I… can’t,” was her soft reply.

  “Do you want this?”

  She glanced at his chest, her hands relaxing to rub down his arms. “I want you.”

  It was enough. He swept her against him, holding her off the ground, and strode into the room. Kicking the door closed with his foot, he headed for the bed.

  As he let her slide down his body, he tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. “Tell me again, or tell me no. This is your last chance.”

  She grabbed his head and pulled him down to brush her mouth over his. “I want you. Now.”

  Her hands frantically tugged at the sweats he wore.

  Garreth was used to taking the lead and being the aggressor during sexual romps, but this woman was taking over.

  And he liked it.

  He reached between them and unbuttoned her jeans as she yanked her shirt over her head, baring her dusky skin. His hands faltered on the zipper as he was confronted by the most pert, beautiful breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. Dark red nipples puckered into buds.

  She pushed his hands from her jeans and stepped back to shuck them off, then stood in front of him wearing nothing but a scrap of white lace panties setting off her dark skin.

  Before he could look her over, she dropped to her knees. Shocked at the act, Garreth couldn’t find the words to protest.


  She yanked the borrowed sweatpants down his legs. Her breath caressed his throbbing cock as it twitched in front of her, begging for more.

  Smiling, she pressed her tongue to the base and licked up the vein standing out along the bottom. He groaned as spikes of lust drove through him. Her mouth circled his tip and unbelievably, he grew harder. She rained kisses down his length before she took his balls into her mouth.

  His cock twitched as her breath caressed, teasing. When she stood and pushed against his chest, he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed.

  Chapter Five

  Anna was grateful she’d left the curtains closed. The dim light in the room wouldn’t be enough to let Garreth see her body, not unless he shifted his sight to his dragon’s. There shouldn’t be any reason for that.

  Of course, he’d probably feel it. She could deal with that as long as she didn’t see the disgust in his eyes. Not yet. Not until the relentless burning inside her was dampened.

  She approached the bed, staring down at the shadow of his body stretched out. Trailing her hands up his calves, she crawled onto the bed, spreading his legs. As she licked his inner thigh, his muscles bunched.

  The more she touched him, the less the burning was in control. He seemed to feel it too, his tenseness slipping away. Reaching out, his hands clasped her face. “Why isn’t it pushing us?”

  “I don’t know,” she whispered between licking his balls. “But I’m enjoying it.”

  She wiggled higher, wrapping one hand around the base of his hardness and guided him to her mouth. She scraped her teeth across the tip, pleased when he arched upwards. His hands slid through her hair, grabbing lightly.

  Indulging herself, Anna took half of him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over his smoothness and tasting his saltiness. His heavy groans increased her ardor.

  She licked down his length, wetting her palm, then slid her hand over him. Fire spread through her, making her wet beyond readiness. She sucking him deep into her mouth, his groan mixing with her own needy moan.

  Garreth reached to cup her breasts. His thumbs flicked her nipples and she moaned around him.

  “Oh, gods,” he groaned.

  She shared his sentiment as her nipples ached for more of his touch. She slid her mouth and hand faster, to the accompaniment of his hard breaths.

  Then he pushed her up onto her knees. Moving closer, he rose to match her kneeling position and trailed his hands down her sides, to the band of her thong. He roughly tore it off, then cupped her mound as he urged her closer.

  “Ah, wet already.” His voice was deep with lust.

  “Mmm,” was all she could reply as his fingers delved between her folds, one slipping inside. Her head fell back. Then, his mouth was on her breasts, one hand grabbing her ass while his other torturously teased her flesh.

  Garreth licked her peaked nipple before his lips clamped down. The rampant desire woke the burning. She felt it respond from him as well.

  He drew back. “Frackin magic.”

  The heat of the inner fire rose, turning her brain to mush. There was only this dragon in his human form, their bodies needing to join together in the age-old ritual of lovemaking.

  “Next time, I’ll make it slower,” he ground out as he grabbed her hips.

  Anna couldn’t think of anything past this time as his fingers played with her clit, moving between her lips and plunging into her pussy.

  Pushing his hand away, she shoved him down onto his back, then straddled him. Sliding his hardness over her, she impaled herself.

  His length slid inside, stretching her wonderfully.

  His harsh groan filled the air.

  She took all of him, staring at his shadowed face. He grasped the back of her neck, pulling her down to kiss her hard. Running her tongue over his lips, she moved her hips slowly up and down. His teeth nipped at her tongue before he suckled it into his mouth. His hands roamed her back frantically as the burn took control.

  Breathless, she rose, leaning back, hands on his thighs. He played with her clit as she eased down his cock. His eyes drifted partly closed, his lips curling up at the corners.

  She gave herself over to the burning.

  * * *

  Garreth wrestled for control, trying to push the magic down as far as he could. He wanted to enjoy this beautiful woman with his mental acuity not overrun by the animalistic urges rushing through his veins.

  He thumbed her clit, enjoying the shudders wracking her body at his touch. Instinctively knowing she wanted control, he let her have her way. She rose above him, her tight, hot pussy gripping his cock, before she slid back down and ground against him.

  Her smooth hips and ample ass were soft against his hand. As she continued to move up and down, his fight was slowly lost as the magic pushed to take over. He reached up to grasp her breasts, kneading them, lightly pinching her nipples. She gasped, pressing harder against him, grinding her clit against his groin.

  He groaned, struggling against the fight already decided. He was on fire, her touch only making the burn hotter. His dragon rampaged inside, wanting to flip her onto her back and fuck her senseless. To bite at her neck while plunging deep inside her, claiming her as his own, forever.

  But his human half knew better. Now wasn’t the time. Not when he could barely think with the magic ripping through him.

  Her gasps filled with whimpers as her hips began to jerk frantically, the burning taking control of her. Garreth grasped her hips, trying to slow her down. But the wave of magic crashed into him and his control slipped away as well.

  Instead of stopping her, he urged her on.

  * * *

  Anna rocked back and forth, sliding along his length and falling down to take him deliciously deep. His fingers dug into her hips, but she didn’t care. She trailed her hands up his sides, leaning over his muscled abdomen and chest.

  He pushed her up, then let her slam hard and fast down his cock. Her body pulsed with the sensations as her clit hit his pubic bone, sending shivers through her.

  The orgasm approached, dangling her at the cliff. Her breathing, heavy and loud, stuttered as his length filled her, the tip nudging her deepest areas. His hands moved her faster and a frantic cry escaped. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he reached up to clamp down on one breast, sucking deeply.

  It pushed her over the edge, the climax wracking her body. As she spasmed around his pito, he raised her, then jutted his hips up, keeping her in place and fucking her hard.

  She cried out, her legs turning weak. Garreth plunged upwards, slamming against her. The orgasm was high, unrelenting, unstopping.

  His grunts of pleasure were almost unheard beneath her whimpered moans. He grasped her neck, tugging her down to capture her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She licked his mouth, the kiss frenzied, almost battling.

  His teeth scraped her tongue, nibbling urgently. The pressure built. His fingers dug into her hips, becoming painful, but the pain only inflamed her senses. His hips rose faster, as he plunged into her.

  Her legs trembled, her body shaking as another climax pushed closer.

  The orgasm hit, rippling through her body, sapping her strength.

  Then he shouted his pleasure. His hips didn’t still as his hot come spilled inside her, making their movements even slicker. His hands forced her hips down as he collapsed. Slowly his grip eased and she draped across his chest, rising with each heavy breath he took.

  Their legs tangled, his hands cupping her ass. “Next time, I’ll show you what I can do,” he said.

  Anna couldn’t stop the laugh. “You can’t possibly do better than that.”

  He raised his head to look at her. “Wanna bet?”

  Shaking her head, she slid to his side and allowed her body to relax. The burn was a minor thing now that she was so pleasured. But it would be back. That was undeniable.

  Her breath caught in her throat as he tugged her tight against his body, his arms around her comforting and protective.

>   She had to figure out a way to leave before their mating was complete. She could not pledge herself to this man. The ritual that would mate them was beyond what she was willing to do.

  She couldn’t let this happen again, no matter how much her body wanted it.

  She couldn’t keep seeing this stranger as her dream warrior, someone to protect her and keep her safe.

  Otherwise, she would be doomed.

  They both would be, through such a connection.

  For the master would use the bond for his evil purposes if he caught her again. Not to mention, once the ritual was completed, a child would grow. Such a thing was unthinkable. She would not hand over two more innocents to the evil mage searching for her.

  * * *

  A whimper woke Garreth. He searched the dim, moonlit room for the source of the noise, thinking maybe it was the wolf wanting in. Sure, the beast had given them time for their wondrous lovemaking, but he guessed the time for privacy was done.

  He wanted to ignore the animal and love on the woman nestled in his arms some more, but the wolf scratched at the door.

  Easing from her side, Garreth headed to the door. As soon as he opened it a crack, a black nose flung it open and the beast barreled inside, tugged open the drapes, then grabbed Garreth’s hand and yanked him back toward the bed.

  “I was just there, mutt,” he whispered.

  Moonlight reflected from the snow outside, giving more than a shadowy hint of shapes. On the huge, four-poster bed, dark sheets twisted around a pale leg. He had every intention of crawling back into bed and kissing that leg—as soon as he got the wolf out of the room.

  The whimper came again, insistent and frightened. From the bed.

  The woman moaned and rolled over. The sheet slid off her other leg. Garreth inhaled, furiously biting his tongue as he looked at the tattoo of a dragon. The tail began at her ankle, crawling up her left leg, wings spreading over her thigh. Its head rested on her hip.

  The tattoo, shades of blues, purples and blacks enhanced by sapphire features, was not what gave him pause. Even in the dimness of the room, he could tell the skin beneath the tattoo wasn’t right.

  As a dragon, surrounded by others like him, with their family’s pyrotechnic business, he’d seen his share of burns. And their aftermath.