Dragon's Heart, Volume 1

by T. Cobbin

  He licked his way up her chest to her neck and inhaled her scent deep into his lungs, never wanting to forget her sweet aroma. Gently, he raked his fangs over her pulse, feeling her twitch beneath him. Looking up into her eyes, he could see the fire and lust burning bright in them.

  “Tell me you want this,” he commanded hoarsely. “Tell me you want to be my mate ’til the day we die and even beyond. Tell me you want me tied to you. Let me protect you. Be mine?” he beseeched.

  Since the day he’d left the island he had wanted to find his mate and have the love and family his parents had. His dragon scratched under his skin, waiting for an answer, needing the same thing he did.

  Wendy tilted her head, and her lips lifted in a slight smile. Her fingers cupped his cheek, her thumb gently caressing his small evening whiskers. “Be mine too, Pete. Show me the magic my uncle and aunt had. Show me that no matter what I say or do you will be there.”

  He used a finger to catch and wipe away a tiny tear that had fallen from her eye. He guessed she didn’t think she would ever find a love like her uncle and aunt had. Raising up onto his forearms over her, he leaned down and kissed her, putting all the love he could into it.

  “Once we are mated you will feel just how much love I have for you. I promise.” He moved his hips so his cock rested at the junction of her slickened folds, both of their juices combining in an instant. They were both hot, wet, and ready to go.

  Sliding up a little more, he slid a hand down between them and guided himself just inside her, causing them both to moan at the feeling. He paused, waiting once more for her to give him permission. She nodded and lifted her hips, and they joined. The crown of his shaft entering her pussy had both of them gasping at the sensation. Impatience seemed to grip them, and she lifted her hips more to meet his and he pushed back, sliding deep inside her until his balls were cushioned against her backside. Home!

  * * * *

  Wendy wasn’t a virgin; she’d had sex before, but when Pete entered her then paused above her with his eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his face.... Well, she had never seen a man do that. The muscles were taut in his neck, holding his head high, his teeth were clenched tight, and his eyes were closed. She could feel the pleasure thrum through him, and they weren’t even mated yet. Eventually though she grew impatient—she needed him to move.

  “Move it, numbnuts. I need to feel you slide along my walls. I need to feel you fucking me hard.”

  He looked down at her with a sexy grin on his face. “You know I told my dragon I was going to fuck you ’til sunset and then I was going to do it again ’til sunrise. Do you accept my challenge?” He cocked his head to the side.

  Did he really just challenge her? Now? “Move. Don’t challenge, just move.”

  “Oh no.” The bastard actually chuckled as he continued to hold still. “I want you to agree to the challenge my dragon and I have thrown your way.”

  With a raised eyebrow she lifted her feet and placed them sole down on his butt. Lifting her hips, she placed what weight she could on her feet and tried to push him into her a bit more. She sighed heavily when nothing happened. He smiled again and waggled his eyebrows at her. It had to be frustrating to him to not have moved yet, right? After a pause she let out a low growl and squeezed her pussy walls.

  “Okay, okay, you win.” He chuckled and withdrew. A second later he thundered back inside of her.

  A loud moan of satisfaction left her in a breath. “Oh yes, do that again.”

  He did, and again and again.

  Pete began a fierce beat in and out, his sex sliding along hers. He nibbled at her neck, occasionally dragging his teeth across her skin, causing her to burn a little more. She moved her arms up under his and around to his back, raking her nails down his spine. He growled again and began moving faster.

  “Yes, do that again, sugar,” he groaned.

  She did, knowing full well she would be leaving red welts behind. His movement began to get frantic, and she pressed harder on his backside with her feet to the same pulse. She couldn’t resist clamping her teeth down on his chest, just above one of his nipples, when he twisted his hips and drove into her, hitting the most sensitive part inside her.

  Her walls convulsed around his pounding length as perspiration dotted both of their skins. She was so close, she just needed that extra little push. Seeming to read her mind, he moved one of his hands down between them and slid a digit along her folds and onto her tight, little bud. With a tap and a press the world dropped away, leaving her floating on cushions of ecstasy.

  He carried on slamming inside through her orgasm, grunting every time he hit top. For a few precious seconds she seemed to float, then she felt the press of his teeth against her skin and was thrown into another explosion. When he bit down his dick swelled and began to jet his heated seed inside her. She became aware of emotions that weren’t hers—love, deep undying passion, and happiness he could have a family.

  Family. As their breathing slowed it dawned on her that she could get pregnant now that they were mated. Was she ready for that? It didn’t take more than a second to know she was. A big family, one that filled a house with laughter, fun, and smiling faces. That would mean a whole lot of sex. With Pete, there would be no hardship in that at all!

  She was brought back to the present when he flipped over to his side, dragging her with him. His shaft was still hard between them.

  “All nighter, huh?” she questioned him. “I’m not sure how you can still be hard after that. You blew my mind. Didn’t I blow yours?”

  “Oh, sugar, you blew mine all right. When you’re around I’m constantly hard.” With his hands curling around her hips, he lifted her a little, then lowered her down slowly so he slid right back inside her.

  “Oh,” was all she managed to say before a thought struck her. “Does your dragon have a penis?”

  The look on his face was one of astonishment. She would have laughed had she not been serious. He was probably wondering where the hell that question had come from. She wondered herself.

  “He does. Why?”

  “Well, if he wants to, you know, get off, where or how does he?”

  Pete started laughing, causing small jolts to go through her body.

  “Hey.” She slapped his shoulder, a little offended. “It’s a legitimate question.”

  He sobered and nodded. “Yes, I suppose it is. Being you are human he doesn’t need to copulate as he gets enough satisfaction through us, whereas if you were a shifter he and your dragon would mate while flying in the air.”

  “Really?” She giggled thinking of two huge arsed dragons getting it on together in the sky. “It sounds a bit tricky, but damn, wouldn’t it be a sight to see?”

  “I’m more interested in doing than watching.” Pete’s voice dropped an octave, making her shiver.

  With his hands on her hips, she lifted up and then lowered herself onto him. She loved the feel of his cock as it rippled along her walls. She felt full to bursting. Not sure where he started and she finished. Her hands were splayed over his muscular chest as she rocked her hips. She needed more; she needed him to pound inside of her like there was no tomorrow.

  Pete seemed to read her mind, and she found herself flipped over onto her back and he thrust in so deeply she gasped. He stilled and moved his arms so her legs were on top of his shoulders, then he withdrew and thrust back in. Oh God, he was so deep inside her, and it felt exquisite. Again, he started withdrawing and propelling back in. Their skin slapped together in an age-old rhythm. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, she felt overwhelmed.

  “Come on, sugar,” he growled above her. With a few more pounding thrusts he roared out her name and again made her see stars.

  * * * *

  The peace of the cave and his mate sleeping beside him had both Pete and his dragon quietly purring in contentment. Wendy was sprawled over his chest, her hair fanning around her.

  He had kept his word and fucked her until sunrise, only stopping onc
e or twice to wash them both in the warm stream that ran around the cavern. He thanked his mother for that; her magic was nature, and she was able to create this oasis even in the middle of what used to be a dim cave.

  Although he wanted to wake his mate up again and fuck her until sunset he knew she was hungry, because her stomach had been growling on and off, and his beast was also grumbling that it needed sustenance. For food though they would have to return to the cottage. He also decided at some point today he would take his mate for the flight she was so eager to experience.

  I am looking forward to that, his dragon said.

  As am I, Pete replied.

  Pete lay there chatting intermittently with his beast. While letting his fingers roam over his mate’s silky, warm skin, he reached out in his mind and searched for the bond between them. It was there, a small, smoky whisp that would grow as their relationship did. Eventually they would be able to know where the other was and feel their emotions. He was pleased he could feel how peaceful and content she felt at the moment.

  “You know we have to decide where to live and work now, don’t you?” she said, yawning and stretching her legs.

  “I fucked you all night and you wake up talking about moving.” He rolled them both over so she was ensconced between his arms. “I didn’t do a very good job then, did I?” He ground his hips against hers, his cock resting between her folds, and as he moved, it drifted across her clit. He felt the shiver go through her. She groaned and undulated her hips.

  “Well, it’s true,” she moaned.

  “What, that I failed?” He feigned pain.

  She slapped his shoulder and started to laugh. He soon put a stop to that too, shifting his hips and sliding his dick deep inside her again.

  “I’ll show you fail.” He pulled out slowly, then slid back in. Her pussy walls were tight, warm, and wet.

  Breakfast was a little later than he’d planned.

  Chapter 8

  “So what do we have planned today?” Wendy asked, pushing her empty plate aside and rubbing her stomach. Pete had cooked a mean breakfast, and she had eaten more than her fill.

  “Well, the plan to fuck you from sunrise to sunset is out being we are nearly at noon,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “So I thought we could take a walk around the island, or maybe take my dragon up on his offer and go flying.”

  Wendy jumped up from her chair and ran straight into his arms. “Flight definitely.” She grinned.

  “Flight it is. My dragon is raring to go.”

  “Great.” She climbed off his lap. “Being I have to get dressed and you don’t, I’m going to put on some warm clothes while you clean up.” She giggled and ran up the stairs.

  “Cheeky minx, I cooked,” he shouted, but set to cleaning up.

  By the time the plates were washed and on the draining board she was skipping down the stairs toward him. She was dressed in a pair of jeans that clung to her like a second skin and a top that showed the swell of her breasts. Before she could put on the coat she held in her hands he gathered her up, unable to resist tasting her before they went out. He covered her mouth with his. Curling his hands into her silky hair, he held her tightly while he ravished her lips. His cock swelled and pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He had to pull back before it went any further. He wanted to take her here and now again, but his dragon was pushing him for his flight.

  “Come on, woman, let me show you a little more magic.” He held out his hand toward her.

  “But I’ve just got dressed.” She pouted.

  Pete looked at her, confused until he saw the slight lift of her lips and realized what she was doing. The little minx was acting as if he wanted to take her back to bed but knowing full well he meant taking her for a ride…on his dragon.

  “There will be more of that kind of magic when we get back.” He smiled at her and winked.

  Grabbing her hand, they walked hand in hand to the beach in a comfortable silence.

  “Ready?” he asked, pulling her to him in a quick hug.

  “Hell yeah,” she replied, her eyes full of excitement.

  Dropping a gentle kiss on her cheek, Pete walked a few steps away from Wendy and released his beast.

  * * * *

  The majestic crystal blue beast appeared in front of Wendy within seconds. He was fantastic. She couldn’t resist walking all the way around him, dragging her fingers along his scales again.

  “You are stunning,” she said, awed at the mind-blowing creature standing before her. Finally stepping back in front of him, she looked up. “God, I wish I could talk to you like this.”

  Striding forward, she hugged the mythical creature around its long neck.

  “I wish I could too.”

  Wendy jerked and looked around then back up into clear, diamond-like eyes. It wasn’t Pete’s voice she’d heard; it was deeper, huskier. It couldn’t be the dragon, could it? No, his lips didn’t move. Plus, it sounded like the words had been said directly into her mind.

  “You heard me?”

  “Oh God, tell me that was you and I’m not going bat-shit crazy,” she said.

  “This is amazing!” The dragon’s tongue licked up the side of Wendy’s face, making her scrunch it up in disgust.

  “I can’t believe you did that, you minger.”

  “Do you know how rare this is?”

  “I’m too busy wiping your slobber off my face to even think about anything else.” She finished wiping her sleeve over her cheek and looked up at the dragon again. “It’s rare that I can hear you? Can’t Amy hear Troy?”

  “It’s not Pete you’re talking to, it’s the dragon. But Pete is overjoyed about this too. He loves that you can communicate with me. And no, Amy and Sarah can’t talk to Troy or Dennenth in their dragon forms.”

  “Dennenth and Sarah?” she asked, gobsmacked. “Are they mates too?”

  “Did Amy not tell you?”

  “No, she bloody well didn’t. Oh my God, Troy and Amy, Dennenth and Sarah, and now you and me. Who the hell would have thought it?” She shook her head in surprise. “So they are mates, but can’t talk to their mate’s dragons? I know we as mates can share emotions but… Wow, this is so cool.” She placed a hand on the dragon’s neck, letting her excited emotions pass through the bond that they now shared as mates. “Wait ’til I tell Amy. She’s going to be so jealous.” She giggled. “Come on, big boy, let’s go see them and share this news.”

  The dragon turned, offering a foreleg. “Step up onto my leg, then swing your other leg up and over my shoulder.”

  She did as he directed. When she finally managed to swing her leg over the bulk of his shoulder she moved until she was comfortably seated. There were two slightly raised horns at either side of the bottom of the beast’s neck.

  “I guess I hold onto these horn things?” she asked, placing her hands on them. It wasn’t until she heard the deep chuckle from the dragon in her head that she realized what she’d said. “You have a dirty mind. It’s as bad as Pete’s.”

  “Of course, he learned from the best.”

  Wendy chuckled and gripped hold of the horns a little tighter as the beast stood up and swung its body around to face the sea. Excitement rippled through her...she was sitting on top of a creature that human beings just read about in books.

  “Hold on tight, little human mate.”

  The dragon stretched out its massive, leather-like wings and flapped once, twice, then with a jerk that had her leaning back a bit, he leapt high into the air. Another second later they were airborne. Wendy knew she had a smile on her face from ear to ear. The dragon’s wings flapped to a steady beat as the beach was left behind them and the waves of the ocean were in front.

  “This is better than sex,” she screeched into the air.

  “Although I am quite chuffed with that, Pete isn’t happy.” The dragon chuckled in her head. “He says he will insist on showing you later, and I can’t wait either. Perhaps if I supply a little more of my energy
as well as his tomorrow you will think differently.”

  Wendy laughed. “I can’t wait.” She grew wet thinking about it. Thinking about another night of heated lovemaking made her skin raise in goose pimples, and it wasn’t the chill of the air. It also made her fidget a little bit. Her clit was pressing tight against the crease in the crotch of her jeans.

  “Sit still, little mate, or we will be finding the nearest piece of land.”

  “I’m going to name you Blue,” she said bluntly, changing the subject. “I can’t keep referring to you as dragon.”

  “Name accepted, although I will still call you ‘little mate’. Now sit back and enjoy the ride. Pete has insisted we take you to Amy and Troy’s for dinner.”

  Wendy raised her hands over her head, trusting Blue to make sure she didn’t fall off, and she squealed in delight into the air that streamed past them. With the wind whipping her long hair behind her and giving her cheeks a slight windburn she knew by the time she landed she would look like she’d just crawled out of bed.

  “A just-fucked look,” Blue stated with a chuckle. “Pete likes that.”

  “He would,” she grumbled. Men!

  She spotted land in the distance and knew the ride was about to come to an end. She wished it had lasted longer. The freedom she felt riding on Blue was awesome.

  She’d never been to Troy’s beach house, but from what she could see it looked quite sweet. It also offered a fair bit of privacy. They landed with a small jolt that made Wendy realize the downfall of flying—her butt was either half-numb or half-painful.

  Climbing off Blue, she ran her hand along its body and kissed its neck. “Thanks, Blue.”

  There was a sudden flash, and then her man was standing there, fully clothed and smiling. In an instant she found herself picked up in his muscled arms and swung around in a circle in the air.

  “I can’t believe you can hear him. It’s fucking awesome.” He had a huge smile on his face, causing his eyes to crinkle at the edges. She could feel the love and admiration coming from him through their bond. “Can you hear him now?” he asked, stilling.