by Brenda Trim
She broke the kiss, panting uncontrollably, but continued to grind on his cock. It was driving him crazy, and he resisted the urge to throw her on the floor and fuck her senseless. It didn’t help his control to see her swollen red lips and lust-filled eyes. Returning to her mouth once again, he gently slid his lips against hers, keeping his urgency at bay. He could feel her heat through his sweatpants. God, what he wouldn’t give to taste lower, but he didn’t want to stop kissing her luscious lips. Ren licked, nibbled, and sucked her tongue as if he were making love to her body.
Finally, his need to give her more won out, and he murmured against her mouth, “I want to taste you, baby.” He closed his eyes, hoping to hide some of his vulnerability. Being with her felt right, and he hoped the feeling was mutual.
“I want you so much it hurts,” she mumbled against his lips.
Ren grabbed Arial and gently laid her back, careful of her wings. He prayed that his need wasn’t so great that he caused her more pain. He realized his little angel had a wicked side when she clawed at his back. Ren slipped his hand under her shirt and was pleasantly surprised to discover she wasn’t wearing a bra. He palmed her full globe, and Arial arched into his grip, moaning.
Her pert nipple teased his flesh, and Ren pinched the bud between his fingers and pulled, elongating the sensitive tip. She was an eager angel, he thought as her hands slid to his backside and grasped his ass. Arial tugged him flush to her body as he continued to explore her breasts. She was so responsive, and he appreciated how she took what she wanted. He hated women that never spoke their mind then complained about being left unsatisfied. He wasn’t a fucking mind-reader.
After exploring her breasts, Ren couldn’t wait any longer. He sat back, and Arial mewled her objections. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting started,” he muttered then quickly added, “Let’s get these clothes off.”
She didn’t need much encouragement as she quickly helped Ren remove her skirt and top. Arial was left wearing a pair of sheer, black lace panties that barely hid her shaved mons. Damn, she was perfect.
Reaching out, Arial pushed down his sweatpants and boxer briefs then wrapped her slim fingers around his hard length, and rubbed up and down. Pleasure like he’d never known raced through his veins and pre-cum slicked the head of his shaft.
The ability to speak left him as she laid down on the sofa and spread her legs, giving him a glimpse of Heaven. Her flesh glistened with desire, and Ren wanted to tell her how sexy she looked but was speechless.
“I can tell you like what you see,” Arial purred as her finger traced the outline of her breast. His cock jerked with eagerness, needing her to touch it again.
He glanced to her arms and was relieved to see the cuts on her arms had scabbed over. He assumed it was the same for her wings, and focused on enjoying his angel instead of hurting her. When Ren met her gaze, all he saw was pleasure across her face, which was the green light for him to continue.
He quickly joined her on the sofa, paying homage to her flawless body. Ren kissed and licked his way to her breasts, taking one turgid peak into his mouth while he fondled the other. Her wriggling brought her core into contact with his rock-hard erection. He slid his shaft through her feminine folds, coating his cock in her juices. It felt so fucking good, but he forced himself to stop before he slammed inside her body. He wanted to take his time with Arial.
“Holy mother of God! Please don’t stop,” Arial cried out.
“I have dreamed about this for more years than I care to count. There is absolutely nothing that will stop me, but I have to taste you first,” Ren informed as he positioned his body between Arial’s legs.
He dove in before she could respond, swiping his tongue across her throbbing bud. Her cries of pleasure were sexy as hell, and he relished her gratification. Ren’s primal urges took over, and he licked, nibbled, and suckled her clit. She was soft and sweet, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Testing Arial’s readiness, Ren slid one finger then another into her hot core. She clenched around his thick digits, making him redouble his efforts with his mouth on her throbbing clit. He wanted to pound his chest when Arial threw her head back and cried out a release. To watch her cum was the most satisfying experience, and he wanted to see it again.
Ren crawled to his knees and wedged between her thighs. Sweat beaded his brow as he thought about the significance of the moment. He was about to be inside his dream girl. The woman he’d fantasized about for years.
Digging deep for restraint, Ren slowly pushed into Arial’s tight channel. It was exquisite torture. When he felt her orgasm wane, he shoved inside with brutal force.
When her body went rigid, he feared it was too much, and went still. With Ren’s cock buried to the hilt, Arial took advantage. Her hips swiveled, milking him with the last of her climax. It was a miracle he didn’t lose his seed with how hard she squeezed his shaft.
“Oh, Ren,” she panted. “I’ve never had it like this. Give me more,” she demanded as she writhed beneath him.
Eager to oblige, Ren pulled out and slammed inside her core. His balls slapped against her ass, and the combined noises from their flesh broke his control. Lost to the sensation, he began a punishing rhythm.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Sex with you is better than any high. I am officially addicted to you, baby,” he admitted as he thrust into her body.
Ren leaned down, placing kisses along her throat. She tilted her neck, granting him better access. He made his way to her breast, sucking her taut nipple while fucking her with all he had. Within seconds, Arial screamed her release, and her muscles tightened around his shaft. Two more deep thrusts, and she climaxed again.
“I’m a selfish bastard, Arial. I never want to let you go. I’m going to keep you forever,” he whispered against her ear.
“Promise?” she asked and claimed his lips in a searing kiss.
His pace increased, and Ren felt pressure building in his balls. It may have been wishful thinking, but he swore his angel was pouring everything she felt for him into her kiss, and it floored him. A drug addict that had done despicable things to get a fix was loved by an angel. So many emotions bombarded Ren as he opened entirely to Arial.
He lifted Arial’s backside, tilting her pelvis for deeper penetration. He was so close that his eyes crossed from building pleasure, and his spine tingled with its impending release. Ren wanted her to go join him, so he trailed his fingers between their bodies to find her engorged nub. He worked his cock in and out, hard and fast, while he teased her clit.
“Look at me, baby. I’m going to cum, and I want you to see how much you mean to me,” he declared, losing himself in her lustful gaze. Within moments, his orgasm exploded and had him seeing stars.
His world tilted as his seed shot deep inside her womb. It was unlike any experience before, and he knew nothing after this would ever compare to making love to Arial.
His pants filled the air as his orgasm waned. Arial cupped his cheek and smiled up at him. “I would move heaven and earth for you, Ren. And, before you tell me you don’t deserve it, let me remind you there isn’t a being alive more deserving than you.”
“I’ve hated myself for so long that it’s become second nature to assume the worst, but if an angel can say I’ve earned forgiveness, then I guess I can’t argue,” Ren murmured.
A heavy weight lifted from his shoulders at acknowledging his absolution. It became clear that his struggles were more about forgiving himself. Only then could he ask it of others. He had no idea what a burden he’d carried until it was gone.
Smiling, Arial lifted her head and lightly kissed his lips. When she pulled back, Ren saw tears brimming in her eyes. “You’ve found redemption, my love. Perhaps now you can spend Christmas with your family.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. I hurt them so many times. What if they say no?” he asked as he stared into the most loving eyes he’d ever known.
“You won’t know the answer unless
you try,” Arial replied and looked to the coffee table, and his cell phone.
Ren exhaled a heavy breath. Could he do it? Call his parents? If they rejected him, would he go down that dark path of drug use again? But, Arial was right. At least he could say he tried. Living in the unknown was horrible, and he was tired of it.
He reached for his cell phone and rolled to his side, pulling Arial with him. Ren scrolled until he found his parent’s number. He glanced at Arial, needing encouragement. She quickly nodded and kissed his cheek. “Do it,” she whispered.
Taking a deep breath, Ren hit send. He placed the phone to his ear and listened. Three rings in and a familiar voice answered, “Hello.”
“Mom,” Ren replied, his voice cracking with emotion.
Silence was her response, and his heart galloped in his chest. He shouldn’t have called. He was the last person his mom wanted to talk to.
“Renald? Is that you?” she murmured.
“Yes, it’s me,” he answered. His throat clogged and he couldn’t breathe. He could just picture his sweet mother on the other end. It was late, and he probably woke her. She was likely wearing one of her flowery nightgowns and had those God-awful curlers in her hair. Oh, how he missed her.
“Oh, my God! I thought you we—” his mom sobbed then Ren heard a loud thump.
“Mom?” he blurted as panic assailed. What had he done? Did she faint, or worse, have a heart attack? He’d never forgive himself if he caused her more misery.
“Ren,” came his father’s voice. “Is that really you?”
“Yes, Dad. Is Mom okay?”
His dad chuckled. “Yes, she’s fine. Shocked would be a better word.”
“I know it’s been a long time. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear from me,” Ren divulged. Arial grabbed his hand, offering support. It felt right having her near. He could take on the world with his angel by his side.
“Ren, we’ve been searching everywhere for you. I am so sorry for the things I said. I never should’ve kicked you out of the house. You needed our support, and we let you down. Can you ever forgive us?” his father pleaded.
Ren was floored. All this time, he was afraid they wouldn’t forgive him, and here his dad was asking him for forgiveness.
Tears welled as Ren struggled to control his emotions. “There’s nothing to forgive, Dad. I just really miss my parents,” he muttered and wiped away an escaped tear.
“Where are you living now? Are you still in Rockford?” his father asked.
“No, I’m living outside of Chicago. I’d like to come and see you if that’s okay,” Ren offered.
“Yes. Absolutely,” his dad blurted. “And, make it soon. Your mom won’t sleep until she sees you face to face. Can you be here for Christmas?”
“I would love that. And, is it okay if I bring someone? She’s pretty special, and I’d really like you to meet her,” Ren divulged and reached to caress Arial’s cheek.
“The more, the merrier. Can’t wait to see you, son,” his dad replied. The expression made his chest ache. It had been years since his father called him that.
“Me, too. See you in a couple days,” Ren answered then ended the call.
He couldn’t believe he was going to see his parents. So much time had passed, and he’d missed so many birthdays and holidays. They had a lot of catching up to do.
“Well, that went better than I expected,” he stated then blew out a breath he didn’t realize was trapped in his throat.
“Home for the holidays. I’m so happy for you,” Arial exclaimed then smashed her lips to his. That fast, his body was ready to take her again.
“I haven’t celebrated Christmas since I left home. Arial, I don’t know what I did to earn your affection, but I am going to cherish that gift for the rest of my life. Hopefully, you’ll be standing by my side,” he hedged.
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” Arial vowed. “I love you to Heaven and back.”
“Why don’t you show me how much,” he suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows. Arial laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, and more importantly, his heart.
Christmas miracles really did happen, Ren thought as he lost himself in his angel’s kiss.
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EXCERPT FROM Dragon Knight of Khoth BOOK #17
“You’re a great dancer,” Noah murmured far closer to her ear than Cambree was comfortable with. She tried to hide her shudder of revulsion and dismiss the fear that slid down her spine. She couldn’t help it though. Would Noah try to drag her from the busy restaurant? Her heart beat hard enough against her rib cage it felt as if it was going to break through.
She tried to recall what they’d taught her in the classes she attended three nights a week, but her mind was blank. Figured when she worried a male might try something she wasn’t able to recall what she should do to incapacitate and get away.
He’s not trying anything right now, Cam. He just has overactive hands. She told herself.
Ever since she was identified as Tuya her quiet life had become a living nightmare. She’d been taken from a dressing room in a busy store then taken to a dirty alley and nearly raped. The memory made her heart race and her vision blur while stirring the urge to curl up in a ball.
Gone were the days of walking into a room and being ignored. She longed for the days when she was able to go about her day without having to interact with anyone. Socializing with others wasn’t her forte. Numbers were. She loved the simplicity of crunching digits and tracking money.
She’d gone from a plain, nothing special, disappear-into-the-wallpaper nobody to one of the hottest commodities in the realm. It boggled her mind that the snickers and snide comments females used to make when she walked into the office in her long, pencil skirt and white button up top had turned to looks of envy and false smiles, as well as invitations to go out for drinks. She couldn’t catch her breath, she thought.
Trying to forget how her orderly, ordinary life evolved to a chaotic mess, she reminded herself the attention was totally bullshit.
Take Noah for instance. He’d never given her the time of day before that fateful Civapu ceremony. Now there wasn’t a day that went by that she didn’t have at last one invitation from him. He was a good looking dragon and she had her eye on him for years which was the only reason she was out on a date with him right now.
“I doubt that. I’m awkward and have no idea what I am doing,” she replied and rolled her eyes when she noted for the hundredth time that night that his eyes were glued to her cleavage. She swore the man was trying to open her buttons with his dragon breath.
A few times he’d exhaled a stream of it and barely stopped himself from lifting a hand to cast a rune into the smoke hovering right over her breasts. She’d also caught him lifting his hand to touch the mark on her right shoulder.
The damn thing was a beacon to males and had caused nothing but problems for her. Not only did males that had no real desire for her as an individual now hound her, but she was also forced to go through heat. She recalled the warmth that flooded her from head to toe followed by the tingles in places she didn’t know could quiver. It was yet another aspect about her changed body that confounded her.
Her mother should have warned her about what she was going to experience. After all, her mother had gone through it hundreds of years ago. No way had she forgotten what that was like. Hands roaming over her hips distracted that train of thought and shocked Cambree.
She jerked in Noah’s embrace. She swore he’d grown a couple more hands and arms. A wriggle of her hips only encouraged him to lower his hold to her backside. Swat beading her brow Cambree glanced around in a panic. Where was Finn? Her bodyguard wasn’t supposed to be less than five feet away fro her at all times.
Well, not all times, she amended, but definitely right now. She pushed Noah’s hand off her butt and tried to take a deep breath. Having him touch her like that brought back the smell of urine and rotting food accompanied by cloves. Th
e guy that tried to rape and impregnate her had been rougher, not to mention mindless.
Noah wasn’t completely oblivious, she told herself. She worked with him. No way would he try to trap her into a mating she didn’t want. Her parents hadn’t understood her lack of desire to find a suitable mate now that she was Tuya. This was her third date ever and in the past week.
Contrary to what her mother believed, Cambree went to the Civapu to see the king. She was a small dragonette when King Angus left their realm and her curiosity that night got the best of her.
Growing up on tales of King Angus’s heroism and his pursuit of the love of his life had a small dragonette dreaming about a hero of her own. Perhaps part of the reason she never dated was because the males she knew were nothing like she heard about King Angus. When she met Lorne she thought that was because she was hanging around the wrong crowd. Finn had reinforced that belief until he disappeared on her.
“Stop, Noah. Don’t touch me like that,” she demanded and stepped out of his arms.
“I’ve never touched a Tuya before,” Noah mumbled while his eyes remained glued to her chest.
Cambree turned and started walking off the dance floor. She never should have come on this date. It was turning out like the previous two. She promised her parents she would give dating a chance, but this was never going to work for her. Not even the lure of the popular new restaurant made her want to go through anymore. Everyone was talking about going to Titan’s Fall because they had live music and dancing, as well as, great food. The food was delicious. She’d grab to-go from here again for sure.
Heat suddenly flushed her from head to toe, making her fan herself with her hand. Panic hit within seconds and Cambree nearly screamed out for Finn when a large palm landed on her shoulder. She spun ready to give Noah hell. The breath stalled in her throat and the tingles set up in her nether region.
Her body heated and her blood hummed in her veins while arousal hot and heavy course though her. Rarely in her life had she felt desire except a bit when she met Lorne, which grew by the day until she was in that dressing room fantasizing about the stupid male. Of course that had been squelched real fast and she later learned the reason.
