by T. Cobbin
Pete kissed her and led her to the kitchen, gesturing for her to take a seat at the table. In front of her was a dish filled with what looked like beef stew. She inhaled it and groaned. Her stomach somersaulted. She hadn’t realized she was so hungry. Tucking in, she mmm’d and arr’d, enjoying every single mouthful. She looked up from her bowl when it was empty to see both Pete and Deliah watching her in fascination.
Blushing, she shrugged. “That was good, and I was hungry.”
Pete’s laughter filled the room.
For the next few hours the three of them chatted, getting to know each other. Finally, when the stars were twinkling outside, Deliah bid them goodnight and left. Wendy looked out a floor-to-ceiling window and watched over the London night. Lights flickered on and off, and people went about their business, not even aware someone from way above was watching them. They looked like ants running around the huge city. Pete came up behind her, his arms curling around her waist, his head resting on her shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked, dropping a kiss on her neck.
“Yeah, just going over the last few days. What are you going to do with the island?” she asked.
“I’m going to get a shifter manager to run the island for me. It’s not home anymore, you are.”
She rubbed her cheek against the side of his head. “What about the men underneath Dragon’s Heart?”
“Well…” He paused as if he was unsure what to tell her.
“Spit it out, dragon man,” she said, turning and lifting her arms around his neck.
“Kevin killed Joe. When Jaxon went in to take them food off this morning, Kevin tried to attack him too. Jaxon’s dragon wasn’t as forgiving as we are. Kevin is a pile of ash now. We don’t have to worry about them.”
“How do you feel about the man who killed your family now being dead?”
“I have waited along time to find some kind of closure on their murders. But twenty-six years is a long time to be consumed by hatred, sugar. I have you now, you are my home, you are my family. One day, if life exists after death, we will meet my family again. Until then we have to live the best we can.”
Wendy’s heart melted. Looking at things the way her man did made sense. “You are my family too. I love you, numbnuts.” She giggled and kissed him.
Wrapping her legs around the trunk of his body, she climbed him like a monkey in a tree going after bananas. She wiggled her core against his hard shaft and groaned when his tongue entwined with hers.
“’Til death do us part,” he whispered, pressing her against the glass, one hand firmly cupping her butt, and the other pressed against the windowpane behind her. He jerked his hips forward, his naked skin hot against hers. Passion flared between them.
“Oh, come on, that’s just plain cheating,” she whimpered, realizing he had used dragon magic to unclothe himself.
Her mind turned to mush when his warm mouth enveloped her breast and began suckling on it deeply enough that her nipple stroked against the roof of his mouth. She hadn’t even felt him tug her robe apart or pull her nightgown down. Her head fell back against the cool windowpane behind her, and she arched her back, wanting more. Quickly, he worked on her nightgown, and it fell to the floor in shredded pieces of satin. Long, thick fingers delved in between her swollen lower lips and entered her slowly.
“Oh God, Pete,” she gasped.
After a few thrusts he withdrew his digits and almost immediately his long, hard cock entered her. The thick, mushroom head first, then the shaft slowly filled her enough she swore she could feel every blood-filled vein. She didn’t give a fuck they were about to have sex against a window for anyone to see. Nosey bastards shouldn’t be looking.
She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist and countered his knee-jerking thrusts. Skin slapping skin could be heard. Pete grunted each time he thrust inside her, and she couldn’t stop the moans that escaped her mouth. His thrusts rocked her harder against the glass, both of them panting. He carried on licking and nibbling at her neck. Her hands reached around his shoulders, holding on to him, her fingernails digging into his skin as he pounded into her.
“Come, sugar,” he growled and ran a finger over her clit. With a hard press her pussy walls clamped around his cock, her voice leaving her throat in a sexy, husky shout.
She felt a second of pain when he bit down where her neck met her shoulder before another earth-shattering orgasm rocked her. He thrust deeply once more and roared against her skin. She felt the warmth of his seed coat her insides.
The coolness of the glass left her back and arse, and she realized he was carrying her down the hallway to their room.
“I seem to have spent an awful lot of time in bed recently,” she mused.
“It’s as good a place as any.” He paused, kissing her before twisting and dropping down on the bed. He was still firmly embedded inside of her.
Looking down at his face, she memorized every single dimple and bump. She remembered the first words he’d whispered in her ear, the first time she’d met him… “I love your fire, sugar. One day I’m going to lick you all over and fuck you ’til the sun sets. Once it does I’m going to do it all over again ’til the sun rises just to see how much you burn.” He had done that many times over, and more.
“Who would have thought a night out in a swanky London club I normally wouldn’t have even looked at twice would find me more happiness than I could ever imagine.” She sighed and planted several kisses over his handsome face.
“Mating me just gives you more years than average to get fed up of me.” He chuckled.
“What is it like to mate someone young enough to be your granddaughter, or even you great—”
Pete’s lips pressed down on hers, halting her attempt to wind him up. It had been Amy who’d told her about the extended life bit; when Pete had bitten her, enzymes from his saliva had altered her DNA slightly, and she would now live a little bit longer than the average human. She didn’t mind, as long as Pete was at her side.
Pete pulled away and shook his head. “Your age, my age. It doesn’t matter if we love each other, right?”
“Okay, old man,” she answered, chuckling. She peered at him in all seriousness and asked, “Until death do us part, right?”
“Yes, sugar. Until death do us part and beyond.”
About T. Cobbin
Trish Cobbin started to write books as an escape, but she took a break when she became a full-time mother to three children. Once her children were grown and flew the coop, expanding their own families and giving her three wonderful grandchildren, she was left with some spare time and decided to put pen to paper again. She lives in the UK with her faithful dogs Jellybean and Puddin’, and her youngest son, and a door that is never closed to family.
T. Cobbin’s Website:
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Author's Foreword
Troy’s Trouble
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Dennenth’s Darling
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
/> Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Pete’s Precious
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
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