Dragon's Heart, Volume 1

by T. Cobbin

  A small, sexy smile lifted her lips. “You have already claimed my heart. Do you know what I would love more?”

  He frowned. “What?”

  “I want a big family, Pete. I want a house filled to the brim. I want to pull my hair and wonder why I wanted kids. I want to kiss their boo-boos. I want to feel the love that my aunt and uncle gave me. I want to be a mum.”

  He could feel as well as see the truth in her words. The longing she had to have a big family, to be a mother. “I was just thinking the same thing, sugar. I’ll spread my seed so far inside you and as often as I can to give you that wish.”

  She ground her hips against his.

  He lifted her off him and rolled off the bed, growling. “Hands and knees.”

  She complied with a huge smile on her face and wiggled her butt in the air. Walking to the end of the bed, he stroked his cocked. Her nether lips glistened, showing just how turned on she was. Placing his hands on either side of her legs, he leaned forward, his nose an inch away from her cunt, and inhaled her scent deeply into his lungs. He moved so he could lick her slit from bottom to top.

  “Mmm, I love your taste, sugar.” Delving in for more, he suckled and nipped at her nether lips, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go. He fucked her with his tongue, like he would with his cock in a few minutes, and continued until she was wriggling around and pressing back against his face for more.

  “Fuck me, Pete,” she called out.

  Standing behind her, he grabbed his cock with one hand and wiped his face with the other, then placed his aching length at her entrance. Clasping her hips with his hands, he bucked his hips and thrust hard, deep, and fast into her, causing her to move up the bed a little. She cried out then begged for more. Pulling her back toward him, he repeated the action.

  He gritted his teeth. A tingling traveled up his spine, and his balls drew up. He wanted to come so bad, but he needed her to get there first. He withdrew, watching his cock as he entered her again. It only made his lust worse. He placed a hand on her back and pushed the top half of her lower and lifted her hips. Finding the right spot to make her cry out, he began pounding into her. Sweat beaded on their skins as the air filled with the scent of sex. Still, he thrust into her over and over.

  “More,” she demanded.

  Finding the hard, little bundle of nerves between her legs, he pressed it and ground his cock until she screamed out in delight, and he knew he had hit her sweet spot, that one place that he knew made her see stars. He fucked into her again and pressed harder on her nub. Within seconds his name wailed from her throat as her walls tried to imprison his shaft inside her, and he came, seeing his own stars while spurting his seed inside her like he’d promised.

  Panting, they both collapsed on the bed. Pete pulled her to him so he was spooning her again.

  “I love morning sex,” he purred.

  “I love any sex with you.” She giggled. “What’s the plan today?” she asked with a yawn.

  “First a nap, then eat, and since we have the night off, Blue wants to spend some time upstairs.”

  “That’s a good idea,” she said sleepily.

  * * * *

  The ringing phone woke Pete up first then Wendy. His bedside clock showed 1:25 PM as he answered the call. He turned to watch his mate stretch her arms and legs in the bed, the covers slipping down her body as she did. All his blood rushed south, making it difficult to listen to the man speaking on the other end of the line.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes,” he finally answered.

  “It’s the concierge, sir. A package has just been delivered for you.”

  His attention turned quickly to the phone. He wasn’t expecting anything.

  “Hey, sugar, did you order something?” he asked.

  “Nope,” she said, sliding off the bed and walking to the bathroom.

  “Are you sure it’s for me?” he asked the person on the phone.

  “Yes, sir. Mr. Pete Fitzsimmons and your address. It was hand-delivered a few minutes ago.”

  Shit, he thought. “Would it happen to be a plain cardboard box with no tape on it?”

  “Yes, sir.” The concierge sounded surprised.

  “I’ll be down to pick it up as soon as possible,” he replied, trying to keep his emotions calm in case Wendy picked up on them.

  As he hung up the phone, a sense of dread hit him. Since returning to work he had used many routes to and from work as well as different cars, but it seemed that his hope of keeping his address from the crazy bastard who wanted him hadn’t panned out. It looked like he’d been found. He had some relief though knowing the protection spell Dennenth had placed around his home—their home now. His mate would be safe here.

  Hearing the water run in the bathroom he knew Wendy was taking a shower, so using a little dragon magic he envisioned himself dressed and walked to the kitchen and began making lunch. Whatever was in the parcel could wait. He had a night off and a mate to spend it with. He wasn’t going to let any fucker ruin it.

  Chapter 14

  A week later

  Wendy couldn’t help the smile on her face as she cuddled up to Pete in the lift as it descended to the underground car park. She only came up to his shoulders, and he always made her feel tiny.

  “You would think after a week of nonstop sex I’d be sore, but I actually feel pretty good. I am glad we’re going to work though—it was driving me a little crazy being cooped up. Amy said she had a good honeymoon, she also said she would be at the club tonight with Troy. Melanie, Brock, and Cole are there too. We can share details.” She looked up at Pete and grinned, seeing his face turn pale.

  “Just how much do you share?” he asked.

  “A lot.” She chuckled as the doors dinged and opened. She laughed a little more hearing his groan.

  After Amy’s wedding they had only planned to take a few days off, but that had turned into a long, fun, sex-filled week. On the first day she had felt his worry, and after a little poking and prodding he finally told her why he was worried. They had both gone down to the building’s foyer and picked up the parcel that had been bothering Pete. Inside was another ripped apart toy dragon, this one red, with a card in its mouth.

  Marco was written on one side and Polo was written on the other. After throwing the box and its contents in the trash Pete had told her he had no worries about their place as it was well warded, thanks to his friend Dennenth. He then spent the rest of the week showing her just how safe the place was, even from prying eyes. She hadn’t worn clothes for four whole days.

  Now it was back to reality, but she didn’t mind. In fact, she was quite excited about getting back to work. The pair of them had slept away most of the day in preparation for tonight.

  Holding hands, they walked out of the elevator. She wondered what car he had decided on today. Out of all his cars she loved the convertibles the most. They reminded her of the times she’d rode on Blue’s back while flying. She saw the indicator lights flash and the mechanical unlocking of the Mercedes E-class Cabriolet. Looking up at her man, she knew she had a smile on her face from ear to ear. Convertible time!

  Pete took an overly long route to the club, probably because she was enjoying it so much, and because he too loved driving the car. Plus, they had plenty of time before starting work.

  “It’s a shame about the weather,” she grumbled, looking out of the rain-dotted windscreen. As the ride went on she could feel Pete growing more and more anxious. Something was bothering her big dragon shifter.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  He quickly glanced down at her and followed the line of her seat belt. He must have known she had it on or else the car’s alarm would have gone off. So why had he just checked?

  “Pete?”

  “We have a tail, and he’s been gaining on us for the last five minutes.”

  “Gaining? You mean—” She didn’t finish as the explosion of metal hitting metal had her whole body jerking backward, her head slam
ming against the head rest.

  “Shit.” Pete grunted beside her, his arm crossing over her chest as if to protect her from being slammed against the dashboard of the car.

  Another metal-bending loud noise came as again she was pitched backward. A plume of dust filled the air as the airbags exploded, and for a few seconds she felt like she was suffocating with the material being pushed against her face.

  “Oh God,” she cried out, trying to push the deflating white cloud away from her, coughing because the dust had gathered in her throat. Then raising her hand to the back of her neck, she held it there, it was beginning to ache like a bitch. “Pete?” she called out. This time she could hear the worry in her own voice.

  She watched him slash then pull the airbag from in front of him and grab the wheel with both hands.

  “Hold on, sugar,” he shouted as they were pummeled from behind.

  She looked out of the window and noticed they were in a quiet, industrial area. Long warehouse buildings were all she could make out in the pitch-dark. Was there anyone around to help them? Was this a good or bad thing she wondered, thinking of Blue. If Pete managed to stop the car and release Blue to go after the person ramming their car, would it be safe for him?

  Another jolt slammed her head back and forward again. She was beginning to feel pretty fucking sick now. She could see Pete’s knuckles as white as a sheet the way he clung onto the wheel. His gaze darted from the rearview mirror to her and back to the road. The bond between them felt like a horror show. She could feel his guilt, worry, and fear for her flowing through it.

  “Wendy, lean down as far as the belt will let you, and hug your knees. This bastard isn’t giving up. I’m going to try something.”

  Pulling the belt as much as she could, she bent forward and basically kissed her knees. There was another ear-piercing jolt as metal screeched as it bent together. She moved her arms up and cupped her ears as it grinded away, making her teeth stand on edge.

  “Fuck!” Pete growled out as the car suddenly begin to spin.

  She couldn’t tell what was up or down. She tried to hold her arms around her head, but gravity tore them away. Glass pierced her skin, metal groaned louder than the last time, and the nausea she felt from before now burned the back of her throat. Something heavy hit her back, making breathing difficult. She couldn’t get a breath, and panic struck her hard. Black dots swam before her eyes, and she squeezed them shut. Darkness greeted her.

  * * * *

  Why did her neck hurt? Wow, déjà vu! Had she been here before? No, she was upside down. What!

  Opening her eyes, Wendy looked out of a broken windscreen to the pavement in front of her that was smattered with glass. She groaned as pain from places over her body began to register. Her arms hung above her head, dangling on the car roof. God, what if the weather had been good and they’d had the roof down?

  She realized the only thing holding her to the seat was the seat belt. Lifting her arms, she wrapped them around her chest, unconsciously hugging herself, and gingerly moved her head to look over at the driver’s seat.

  “Pete,” she called out, seeing the seat was empty. The car door was gone too—she could see it laying on the ground, slightly rocking. “Pete,” she screamed louder.

  Oh God, where was he? Had he been thrown from the vehicle? Panic overwhelmed her. The belt release...she had to find it and get out of the car. She heard the thump of something hitting the ground outside of the car but couldn’t see anything.

  “Pete!” With a shaking right hand, she scrabbled around above her for the belt release but couldn’t find it. The tears she held on to tightly began burning her eyes. “Pete, for God’s sake answer me,” she cried.

  “I’m here, sugar.” The sweet, sweet voice of her mate calmed her immediately even though she could hear the panic in it.

  Looking to her left, she saw his handsome face pitted with blobs of dried blood. She lowered a hand and cupped his face. Tears welled. Thank God he’s okay. “It’s so good to see you.”

  “I’m going to rip the door off. We’ll have you out of there in a few seconds.” He placed a gentle kiss on her palm and stood.

  She felt along their bond she hadn’t thought of checking before and found that although he was worried, stressed, and really angry, he seemed to be okay. Another explosion of metal grinding as the door was torn from its hinges racked through her ears.

  “Where is he?” she asked when Pete lowered down to his knees again and reached above her to hit the release button.

  Scrunching up her eyes, she waited for the pain as she hit the floor, only it didn’t come. She landed on two soft arms that pulled her carefully from the crashed vehicle and straight against the muscled chest of her mate. He lowered her onto the harsh, cold ground and ran his hands up and down her body.

  “Let me take a look at you.”

  She opened her eyes to see two worried eyes looking over her. “My neck hurts the most,” she said, crying out when he touched it.

  He’s alive and okay. She kept repeating it over in her head. Looking at him, he hardly seemed to have a scratch on him.

  “Where is he? Where’s the other driver?” she repeated her question, trying to look around. That only caused more pain, making her wince.

  “Gone,” he growled. “Now lay still while I heal you.”

  “Gone?”

  “Yeah, after the car rolled he took off, didn’t even stick around to see if he finished the job. Stupid bastard. Sweetheart, you have to lay still,” he demanded, trying to hold her down. “Blue is already screaming at me to go after the bastard, I need to settle him by making sure you’re all right before he wins the fight.”

  She closed her eyes and calmed herself. Although they were in a quiet stretch of town it wouldn’t be a good idea if Blue was seen. She could almost feel the warm flow of healing power coming from Pete’s hands. Eventually, the pain she felt dissipated enough for her to sit up. A few minutes later he seemed satisfied that she was okay and pulled her into his lap and held her tightly against him. Looking around now that she was free of pain, she saw the mangled car to her left and huge factories and warehouses to her right. No one else was around.

  She felt Pete dig into his jeans pocket and watched him pull his phone out.

  “Troy,” he barked. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I have a fucking good reason. Follow my GPS signal, we need a lift. Someone just ran us off the road.” He paused, listening to the other man. “We’re fine. Thank God for magic, huh? Hurry up, my mate is cold.” With that he put the phone down and held onto her as if it would be the last thing he ever did.

  * * * *

  The car was a wreck. Pete didn’t give a shit about that though. All he cared about was the fact that his mate was all right.

  The week they had spent in bed he had fulfilled part of what they both craved most—a baby. With his enhanced sense of smell, he could smell the slight change in her scent, which told him she was carrying their whelp. But he had refrained from telling her just yet. If she had lost it in this crash, he didn’t think he would have been able to hold on to his human half. Blue would have fought and won, gone after the bastard and killed him. Then they would have had to deal with the fallout if he was seen. Thankfully, that hadn’t happened.

  He’d seen the fucker creep up on them slowly, then when they’d hit the industrial area of Battersea the man had sped up and started ramming them. His bumper had all but crumpled like paper. All he could think about was making sure Wendy was okay.

  After the airbags had deployed he’d nearly lost hold of the wheel trying to get the fucking thing out of his face. In the end his only thought was to try a U-turn, which would give them precious few seconds for him to release Blue no matter if he was seen or not. No vehicle was a match for his dragon. But even that went tits up. He’d managed to pull the handbrake up and spin the car to the left when the fucker had clipped their bumper again, causing the car to roll.

  When the car had finally come to a standst
ill and he got out, he had two choices—go after the bastard or help his mate. He didn’t even think about it; his mate always came first. He wasn’t hurt bar a few places where glass had shaved his face, but bending down to see his mate in pain killed him a little inside. He was going to make sure the caretaker died slowly.

  A car pulling up brought him out of his thoughts, and he breathed a sigh of relief seeing it was his friend. Troy had brought another of their dragon shifter friends with him, Jaxon.

  After tucking Wendy up in a blanket Troy had brought Pete placed her in Troy’s SUV, then the three friends looked at his car as he filled them in on what had happened. Before leaving they turned the car over but left it on the side of the road. He didn’t want to bother the police, because if he did, they would be there until morning sorting that shit out. And as for the insurance on the car...fuck it, he could buy ten more. He would get someone to pick it up and scrap the fucking thing sometime tomorrow.

  “Going home?” Troy asked when they were all seated in his car.

  With Wendy tucked up beside him with his arm around her, Pete could feel the tiny trembles that ran through her. Before he could answer Wendy beat him to it.

  “Not fucking likely,” she said, sitting straight up. “We aren’t letting this bastard win. We were supposed to work tonight, and that’s what we’re doing.”

  Troy turned in his seat, looking at both of them.

  Blue, however, growled and said she should go home. Carrying whelp, need looking after.

  I am so not telling her, you can!

  Umm, okay, you win, she can work, he grumbled.

  Pete knew Blue didn’t like upsetting their mate.

  “You’ve just been in a wreck after some wacko ran you off the road. I think that’s a damn good reason to miss work. Your boss will give you a night off. He’s a wanker if he doesn’t,” Troy said, winking.

  Pete couldn’t help but smile when his mate chuckled.

  “Well, I think my boss is okay. But then he’s married to my best friend,” she teased. “All in all, I’m fine. Pete’s healing hands helped. Besides, if we go home he’ll just fuss over me.” She twisted around to face him. “And as much as I wouldn’t mind you fussing over me, I want to be at work. Plus, I get to see my friends.”