Dragon's Heart, Volume 1

by T. Cobbin

  In a matter of seconds she found herself stretched across his chest, lying on top of him, her legs entwined into the quilt beside them. His mouth firmly fastened to hers. After a moment’s shock she relaxed and let her hands roam across his warm skin. She stroked his chest, threading her fingers through the light smattering of chest hair. Her tongue fought with his. She moved her hips, grinding her pussy against the bunched-up quilt between her legs. Her taste buds were dancing with his taste. Musky and spicy, mixed with the slight taste of coffee which he’d had earlier.

  She pulled back, gasping for breath. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this, but I want you so badly.”

  “Come here.” He twisted their bodies so she was on her back, held down by his heavy frame. “Don’t panic, I’m just going to help relieve that itch.” He waggled his eyebrows up and down with a naughty grin.

  He pushed her top up so it was just under her breasts. He kissed her stomach. Descending more, he caressed her skin with his lips, drifting lower and lower, pulling her pink bunny pajama bottoms down. She couldn’t help but arch in anticipation as he spread her legs.

  “Mmm, you smell so good, lass.” His Scottish accent came out heavily as his voice dropped.

  He had his head deep in her crotch. She could feel his hair skimming across her legs as he moved. Hearing him inhale deeply, she couldn’t help but blush. This was something Blake had never done. Feeling the swipe of his tongue against her nether lips, she again bowed deeply, only to be held down by his heavy arms.

  “Please, more,” she cried out. She couldn’t believe she was asking for it.

  Her pussy clenched and wept. She shivered and tensed as he drove his tongue deep inside her. Letting out a quiet groan, she again begged for more. She clenched the silk sheets beneath her as he circled her clit with his finger.

  Oh God, she was so close already. Everything throbbed. Her nipples were tight, painful little buds. Both her stomach and legs quivered. As he licked and stroked she slid one hand under her top. Her other hand she held against his head, pushing him further against her nub. She searched for and found her naked breast, then her nipple, caressing and squeezing it. Her nerves came alive, running down her body and electrifying her clit.

  “Faster,” she beseeched as sweat beaded on her skin.

  He moved and pressed two of his thick fingers deep inside her wet core. Pulling back then impaling them again. He sped up faster, curling his fingers to find her g-spot. Her pussy clamped down tightly against his fingers. Fireworks went off. Her body lifted off the bed, even under his weight. She closed her eyes against the flashing lights. She bit her bottom lip, refraining from shouting out. He carried on sliding in and out, drawing out her orgasm until she couldn’t do anything but lay limp, languishing in the afterglow. Holy shit, she’d never had an orgasm like that.

  * * * *

  He set her pajama bottoms to rights and pulled the quilt over her relaxed body. She opened her eyes briefly and smiled at him. He could do more. Shit, he could do a whole lot more. His cock was like stone. He pulled his woman into his arms and curled around her body. Inwardly sighing, he kissed her delectable neck and waited until her breathing became even in sleep.

  Mate. His dragon sighed softly.

  His dragon had always been impatient, anxious to get places or do things they had never experienced before. That was why living in Scotland had been ideal. Whenever he became frustrated or annoyed it was easy to shift and fly to the top of a mountain and simply watch it snow to calm his beast down. Time had almost seemed to be at a standstill. As time went on though, as he got older, his dragon was less likely to be pacified.

  Moving to London had been a vast contrast to the peace, and his dragon had been happy for a while. Recently though he had again become short and moody. Hearing and seeing his dragon in his mind feel totally at peace helped himself feel it too. He closed his eyes, listening to his dragon purring with affection for their mate. Feeling the gentle thump, thump, thump of Sarah’s heart, he fell asleep.

  Chapter 4

  Dennenth woke up the next morning with his mate draped over his body. Her head lay on his chest, and her long, silky hair flowed around them like a blanket. He had his arm around her waist, holding her close. He breathed her in, taking in every scent he could. That only made his morning erection pulse with need. Extracting himself from Sarah as gently as he could, he walked rather painfully to the shower.

  The warm water sluiced down his back. His muscles relaxed as the water beat down on him. Taking his stiff shaft in hand, he stroked from balls to tip. He thought of Sarah’s divine taste when he’d stuck his tongue in her cunt. How her hand clenched in his hair, pushing him closer to her flowing pussy. When she finally let go and reached her peak, how her muscles had tightened around his fingers, her honey flowing over into his palm.

  He lowered his other hand and cupped and fondled his balls. His hips moved in their own rhythm as he stroked his cock. Just the thought of being inside of her, filling her, fucking her, making her scream his name as she came had his balls pulling up. With a groan he came, his seed flowing down the white tiled wall. He wished he was inside his mate. Filling her with his scent, his cum, and his venom, making her his.

  Yeah, yeah, his dragon muttered. We will wait. He sighed and curled up inside his mind, grumbling.

  Finishing off, Dennenth grabbed a towel and walked toward his room.

  “Denny!” A startled shout came from a very shocked Freddie standing just inside his bedroom door. “What are you doing in Mummy’s bathroom?” he asked, running to his mother who was just waking up.

  “Well dog gone!” he said, pretending to be just as shocked, watching the boy climb onto the huge bed, trying to place his hands over his mother’s eyes. Was it him or did that bloody woman have a smirk on her face? “I smelled so bad I had to take a shower before I could get dressed. Your mummy was sleeping in my room, so I had to be real quiet and sneak in here while she was asleep. But you caught me and woke her up. Quick, cover her eyes so she doesn’t see me with just this towel on.” He put his hand over his mouth in mock shock, trying hard not to laugh.

  “Mummy, you can’t see him with just a towel. He is all wet.”

  “Yes, baby, he is, isn’t he?” She giggled.

  Dennenth caught the lust-filled gaze before her son put his small hands over her eyes. Dammit. He turned quickly to collect some clothes from the walk-in closet so the boy wouldn’t see his growing erection and went reluctantly to another room to dress.

  A short time later he walked into a sweet-smelling kitchen. His heart jumped with joy watching his mate place fluffy scrambled eggs onto several plates. He could smell bacon, as well as strong coffee. He groaned. The last time anyone had cooked breakfast like this for him, it was his mother.

  “Morning again,” he gruffly greeted.

  “Denny, Mummy made eggs and bacon,” Freddie declared excitedly, scooping eggs into his mouth. “Mummy said we can go see the big bridge that opens and see London from a big wheel. Are you coming too?” The boy paused from eating his breakfast to look at him with questioning eyes.

  “Are you inviting me on your day out?” Dennenth asked.

  The boy eagerly nodded his head and grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Of course,” Freddie answered as if it was a stupid question to ask. He leaned closer to Dennenth and whispered, “Mummy doesn’t like heights so we can hold her hand on the wheel, help her be brave, okay?”

  “Okay,” he agreed, smiling at Sarah, whose face was once again a lovely shade of pink.

  He moved over to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup, then sat at the table next to Freddie. The boy was eating so animatedly it was almost funny. A plate of eggs and bacon appeared in front of him. Looking up into Sarah’s eyes, he mouthed a thank you and tucked in himself.

  * * * *

  Sarah enjoyed the view from the London Eye. It was amazing. However, she had nervously sat on the bench in the middle and hadn’t moved. It was still an experience,
just not one she would have voluntarily taken by herself.

  Dennenth had been sweet. He had sat with her for a while, holding onto her, but with extensive urging from her and constant questions from Freddie to explain what he could see he was now standing with her little boy at the domed glass windows looking over London. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact only thirty minutes, she was glad to see the end of it.

  The rest of the day went well. Freddie was ecstatic over Tower Bridge. He even enjoyed the “creepy”, as he put it, Tower of London too. Toward the end he began to flag a little, but he managed to make it to the car before he fell asleep.

  Sarah couldn’t explain the immense proud feeling she felt when her big, strong dragon man had scooped her boy up and placed him on his shoulders. Freddie sat beaming. Dennenth looked the part too— an father who was honored to have his boy’s love. His occasional “That’s my boy,” comments had made her glow. She wished that this would have been how Blake had been as a father, but she realized that would never have happened with his attitude toward family. But she enjoyed seeing Dennenth be the doting dad. It made being with him seem more special, more intimate.

  * * * *

  Dennenth leaned against Freddie’s doorframe, watching his woman tuck their boy into bed. Her hair was now loose, laying over her shoulders and flowing down her back. Her blue summer dress hugged her body. The skin on her shoulders was slightly pink where she had caught a little sun. He couldn’t wait to kiss it, tasting her and the sun combined. Her feet were bare. She had taken her well-loved cowboy boots off when they had come home. Her toenails were painted a blue color, which made him smile.

  He wasn’t tired after the long day, it was more he had gone through the emotional ringer. Being with the pair of them, laughing and having fun, was something he felt good about. Having his family around him when he was younger was great, but being around these guys today was fucking awesome. He couldn’t wait to tell his parents he had found his mate. He knew they would be delighted for him.

  Thinking back over the day, he wanted more of them...weeks, months, and years like this. Freddie had been great. Dennenth didn’t know what a typical five-year-old was like, but this kid had enjoyed everything with only the occasional whine, mostly when he was tired. He couldn’t wait to have more children with Sarah. With just him floating around this place it had been empty, devoid of anything. But now he had visions of filling their home with children and lots and lots of noise.

  Sarah and he had shared small, intimate touches during the day, holding hands, and the occasional kiss. Now he was going to make sure they both had a whole lot more. He had been hard for damn near the entire day, and from the scent of Sarah he knew she too had been pretty aroused. Walking into the bedroom, he kissed Freddie on his forehead and led his woman to their room.

  “Umm, you think you’re sleeping in here tonight?” she challenged with a raised eyebrow as he shut the door.

  “Woman, not only am I sleeping in this room, but in that bed.” He pointed. “And most definitely inside of you!”

  He pulled her toward him and ravished her mouth, pushing his tongue between her plump lips. He loved her taste. He groaned as she leaned into him, relaxing, entwining her tongue along with his.

  “I know you want me just as much as I want you. Say yes,” he urged.

  Not even a second went past before a cry of “yes” came from her mouth as her hips undulated against his. She began tugging at his shirt. Buttons flew off and sailed in all directions as she ripped it apart.

  “Oh, woman, that is just so sexy,” he growled, helping her remove the offensive object.

  He then aided her in stripping down to her skin. Scooping her up in his arms, he gently laid her on his bed. Without pausing, he kissed down her body, opening her legs as he went.

  “I can’t wait to slide my dick deep inside you.” He carried on nipping, licking, and kissing down her creamy skin to the root of the arousing scent.

  Her hands became firmly entangled in his hair, and her body bowed as his tongue slid through her folds.

  “Mmm, decadent,” he moaned.

  Licking all the way up to her clit, his tongue encircled that little, hard nub, then he gently nibbled it with his teeth. Her body arched even more, her hand fisting his hair, pulling it from the leather tie he always wore, leaving his hair flowing down over her lower body.

  “Dennenth...Please...oh...oh...”

  He could feel the quiver of her cunt as his tongue reached as deep as it could inside of her, and he knew she was close. He pulled out fast. He wanted her to come on his cock while he was buried deep inside of her. Grabbing hold of her hips, he spun her face-down on the mattress.

  “I’m going to take you now, baby,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to take this slowly so you will remember this for all time, but I can’t.” He groaned as if in pain as he lined his cock just at her wet, moist entrance.

  Sliding his hands underneath her body, cupping her breasts and using them for leverage, he thrust his dick inside her until he was balls deep. They both moaned together as he hit the top of her cervix, his balls clapping against her clit.

  “Oh, goddess, I have dreamed of this since the first time I saw you,” he cried out. “This is so damn much better than I could have ever imagined.”

  He pulled out until the head of his cock was just at her entrance. Sweat beaded on his body as he waited for her to make some kind of move to let him know she was ready and willing. It wasn’t long. She was just as impatient as he was.

  “Move, damn it. Please, Dennenth.” She thrust her hips back at him, trying to embed his dick inside her again.

  With that single, small move he broke. He bucked into her, pulling out to thrust harder into her again. Bringing his hands back from her breasts, he grabbed her hip with his right one, while his left one glided over her skin until he found that hard, little nub of nerves, all the time plunging in and out of her with an increasing speed.

  “Harder, Dennenth, please. So close...”

  “Oh darlin’,” he groaned, feeling his balls pull up.

  He was close, but he wanted them to come together. From the quivers inside of her and her passionate cries, he knew her orgasm was building again. He pinched her clit and pushed into her harder. His pace became frantic as he reached for the ultimate goal.

  “Come, Sarah, come for me, baby. Let me feel your cunt squeeze my cock.”

  At his words her pussy flooded its juices, clenching his shaft. He drew back a little in his mind, letting his dragon come forth. His fangs grew, getting ready, as he licked the side of her neck. But he knew he couldn’t bite her yet. She still needed time to adjust, to trust him. He pounded into her one last time, throwing his head back to stop himself from giving her his mark. He felt her squeeze his cock for all it was worth as his seed splashed against her pulsating walls and flooded her womb.

  Chapter 5

  Sarah woke to the sun streaming in through the bedroom windows. She was draped across Dennenth’s warm, muscled torso, a leg entwined with one of his. How did he smell so good even after a night of hot, sweaty sex? She swore he had woken her a good three or four times. Lifting her head a little so her nose was in the crook of his neck, she breathed him in deeply. Yep, she thought, damn good!

  But this wasn’t going to get her anywhere, and Freddie would be up soon. She hadn’t yet explained about Dennenth, and if he found them in bed together that would be a shock. Pulling away from the sexy man she was laying on, she went to the en suite bathroom to shower and dress.

  “Mummy!” She heard Freddie call out.

  Oh crap, she had forgotten all about her boy waking up and jumping into her bed in the morning. It was their usual routine. She would pretend to be sleeping while he jumped up and down on the bed trying to wake her. She would eventually jump up, grab him, and tickle him until he screamed.

  She heard the quiet, male oomph as she opened the bathroom door, even more worried because Dennenth was naked. She
saw the quick flash of red as Freddie disappeared under the flurry of quilt being thrown around the boy. She breathed a sigh of relief seeing Dennenth creep under the quilt his legs covered with the black, silk pajama bottoms he wore. Thank you for dragon magic. All Sarah could hear was her boy screaming in pure delight.

  “Mummy, help me.” He giggled

  “I’m going to start on your feet and work my way up. Mwhahaha,” Dennenth taunted.

  Sarah went over to them, her heart fluttering with excitement too. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she thought. This was the second morning Freddie had caught Dennenth in her...um, his room with her.

  “Mummy,” came the muffled screamed again from under the mound of material.

  “Uh-oh, it looks like big ole dragon Dennenth has Freddie. Mummy to the rescue!” Sarah crawled onto the huge bed where only hours before she had made love to Dennenth, but now she was pretending to rescue her son.

  Grabbing hold of a corner of the huge, heavy quilt, she pulled. It didn’t go the way she expected. As she tugged, she toppled over the edge of the bed, tumbling onto the floor, the bedding falling on top of her.

  It suddenly went quiet. Freddie’s screams of delight stopped along with Dennenth’s growling, but only for a few seconds until they both saw what had happened. They both burst out in fits of laughter. She fought her way out of the bedding to face her two males, both of them laughing their heads off, rolling around on the bed.

  “Yeah, yeah, that’s it, laugh away,” she said, climbing back on the bed.

  Reaching for Freddie, she tugged his little wriggling body toward her and tickled the boy until he was again screaming for help, but this time begging Dennenth. Five minutes later, after the roles were reversed, leaving Sarah screaming with laughter and calling to Freddie for help, they all lay on the bed panting.

  “Come on, Mummy, Denny, we are going to the zoo.” Freddie whooped and ran out of the room toward his bedroom. The fact that Dennenth had been in the bed that she was supposed to be sleeping in was forgotten.