by V. Vaughn
His head fell back as his body shook with the sheer power it took to restrain himself from lifting her off the floor, throwing her on the bed, and burying himself deep inside her. The pleasure she gave him threatened the very sanity of both man and beast.
“You are killing me, mo ghrá,” he sent directly into her mind.
Her answering chuckle was maddening and incredibly sexy. “Oh, I think you’ll be fine. After all, dragons are the mightiest in the land, are they not?”
Any response he could’ve thought of was driven from his mind as she pulled her head back until only the very tip of his cock lay in the confines of her miraculous mouth and teased the slit at his tip until the muscles in his thighs shook and the breath seized in his lungs. Continuing her exploration, she licked around the ridge while her hands closed around his balls, tenderly massaging while driving him completely out of his mind. The nails of her free hand scratched the tense muscles of his ass, adding a whole new dimension to the web of love and seduction she wove.
In one swift motion, Elsa sucked him deep into her mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and swallowed over and over while her hands matched the rhythm at the base of his shaft. No longer able to stay upright, the Guardsman fell back onto the bed, his arms keeping him halfway upright as his balls drew tight against his body a split second before he released into her mouth. His shout of pure bliss echoed throughout the chalet.
Returning to earth after the best orgasm of his life, Elsa’s thoughts of undying love filled not only their bond, but his soul while she continued to work him across her sweet lips. Needing to feel her skin against his in the worst way, Quinn pulled his already once again hardening cock from her mouth and slid his hands under her arms.
Elsa resisted. Instead, pushing him onto his back and climbing over his body with a look of pure heat and desire in the depths of her expressive azure eyes. The hypnotic sway of her breasts as they swung side to side leading her hips in a captivatingly seductive dance made the dragon cross-eyed with desire. The closer she came, the clearer the evidence of her desire wetting the inside of her thighs became, causing his mouth to water with the need to once again bath in all that she was.
However, her hands on his chest and the look in her eyes stilled his movements. Elsa licked her lips, her tongue wetting a trail across the bottom and then the top. Unable to look anywhere but her mouth, Quinn moaned in total ecstasy as she straddled his waist, his straining cock fitting perfectly between the cheeks of her beautiful ass. With her eyes locked on his, she rocked her hips back and forth, lifting ever so slightly and making sure to drag his erection through her juices.
Quinn growled low in his throat as Elsa lifted to her knees, gripped his cock in her fist, and positioned him at her opening. Slowly seating him within her throbbing pussy, the couple sighed in unison as her walls quickly adjusted to his girth, fitting around him like a glove. Never had two people fit more perfectly together.
He could feel how important it was to Elsa to control their first coupling, so Quinn pulled upon his years of training and hard-fought control to resist the urge to move. Her feminine walls contracted more frequently and with more pressure until he was sure he would embarrass himself like an in experienced teenager.
“If I were to die now, buried deep within you, loving you more than all the stars in the sky, I would go to the Heavens a happy man, mo ghrá,” he panted.
“I can think of no better way to go, my love,” Elsa agreed, thankfully as breathless as he was.
Finally, right before Quinn thought he would lose consciousness, Elsa lifted, tightening around him as she raised so high he feared falling from her tight, warm pussy, just before descending and rolling her hips as she touched down. The fantastic rhythm she started…rising and falling…tightening and rolling…drove Quinn and his dragon to the brink of insanity.
Cupping her breasts, he felt the pebble of her hardened nipple against his palm as he squeezed and released her silky skin. The sight of his Elsa riding him with such wild abandon opened the door of the dragon’s cage and with a roar, the beast took control. Grabbing her waist, Quinn rolled them over until his elf’s blue eyes were gazing up at him. Her legs automatically tightened around his waist, and her hands grabbed his shoulders as both man and dragon began thrusting into her with a barely contained frenzy.
His control completely shattered as she met him thrust for thrust. The sounds of their heated flesh slapping together combining with their breathless screams of pleasure filled the room. The faster they moved, the louder she wailed. Her hands slipped from his shoulders. He felt the bite of her nails as they slid down his back. His dragon roared and the man arched his back, thrilled to have driven her to such heights of pleasure.
Her pussy tightened as his cock swelled and his balls again grew tight. They were both careening toward climax. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Elsa’s nails dug deeper into his back. Her back bowed until only the weight of his body against hers kept her from flying from the bed. Their frantic pace quickened as he slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.
“Look at me, Elsa. Look at the man who will love you forever and always,” Quinn sent directly into her mind as he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes snapped to his and together they came. Her pussy held him tight, milking him of every last drop as her juices flowed freely. Slowly, reluctantly, Elsa began to relax while Quinn moved slowly in and out of her, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within. He smiled as she shivered from the feel of his cock rubbing against her sensitive walls.
Her eyes began to clear, a satisfied sparkle replacing the clouds of euphoria. His heart clenched in his chest and his dragon purred when she stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment gracing her kiss swollen lips. Unwilling to separate from his beautiful elf, Quinn rolled to his side, taking Elsa with him until their heads rested comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.
It wasn’t long before Elsa cuddled against his chest. Her fingers drew a picture on his chest. One with a Christmas tree and stars and if he wasn’t mistaken, snowflakes falling from the sky.
“What do you want for Christmas, mo elf beag?” he asked directly into her mind, surprised when she answered in kind and using the language of his ancestors.
“Only you, mo Dragon, only you. For all the Christmases for all the forevers, only you.”
Epilogue
“How much longer, Brann? This sitting around listening to you tap on that bloody computer is driving me mad.”
“At least three days, Lenn. I told you that before we left the lair. Now, go find something to blow up.” Brann pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Or better yet, go back to the lair and I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
“But what if you need to go somewhere? I’ll be taking the only wheels.”
Brannoc, the Dragon Guard’s resident computer expert, knew his longtime friend was itching to get the heck out of the woods and back with the others. They didn’t call Lennox the mad bomber for nothing. He lived on adrenalin, loved the rush, and looked for ways to up his game at every turn. The Heavens knew if he wasn’t blowing something up, he just wasn’t happy.
“I’ll be fine. If worse comes to worse, I’ll take Rian’s Harley. It’s in the barn.”
Raising his eyebrows, Lennox whistled then snickered. “Living life on the wild side, huh?”
“No, he told me I could if I needed to. He trusted me with his cabin, so why wouldn’t he trust me with his bike?”
Brannoc had been trying for weeks to make headway into his research but getting nowhere with the daily chaos of the lair. It had been a godsend when his friend and leader, Rian, had suggested Brann go up to his vacation home in the woods. Not only had the younger Guardsman missed the scenery of the forest, but the peace and quiet was perfect for what he was trying to accomplish…that is if his brethren would ever shut up.
; “No reason,” Lennox held his hands up in surrender before grabbing his duffle, throwing it over his shoulder, and asking, “Are you sure? I mean, if you…”
“Get out of here. The Goddess knows I’ll get more done without you asking ‘how much longer’ every twenty minutes.”
“Well, if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Thanks, Brann. You’re the best,” Lennox hollered over his shoulder as he crossed the threshold and disappeared off the porch.
“Thank the Heavens he’s finally gone. Maybe I can finally get something done,” Brannoc mumbled to himself as he opened yet another encrypted file from the O’Baoill’s torture chamber.
Decoding the files wasn’t the toughest part of the job he’d been given by Rian, the leader of their clan. It was actually reading the clinical notes of the torture that shifters of every shape and species had received in the name of science that made his stomach turn and his blood boil. At least that’s what Tariq and his demented twins called what they were doing. In all actuality, they were on a quest to extract that special part, the magic, that gave shifters their enhanced abilities. From what Brannoc had found so far, it looked as if they were trying to create super hunters in their fight against all things paranormal.
“Did no one teach these idiots the law of supply and demand?” he asked himself. “If you kill off all your supply…” His monologue was cut short by the sounds of a tree limb snapping under someone’s foot just outside the cabin.
Saving his work and closing his laptop, the Guardsman got up and headed to the back of the cabin. Looking out the bank of windows, he searched the wildness for any intruders or Heavens forbid, another of his brothers coming to help him.
It didn’t take but a second before he was caught up in looking at the scenery. The rays of the setting sun over the mountains shining through the leaves was beautiful. Every time he visited Rian’s cabin he was reminded of why the Dragon Leader and his mate loved it so much. The view was spectacular, the quiet was wonderful, and the privacy was absolutely perfect for the couple who had been mated for less than a year.
The sound of another twig snapping followed by a low growl, pulled the Guardsman from his thoughts. Opening the back door, he stepped out onto the wooden deck and searched the grounds. It took several minutes but finally, about a hundred yards away, he caught sight of beautiful chocolate-colored fur shining in one of the last bits of sunlight as a brown bear scratched against the trunk of a huge maple tree.
Watching the magnificent creature, Brannoc was shocked when the bear turned, raised its head, and looked right at him. There was a twinkle in her dark brown eyes as she wrinkled her snout and moved her head from side to side. The Guardsman had no idea how he knew the bear was female, only that there was no doubt in his mind or his dragon’s that she was.
Taking a step off the deck, visions of another bear, the one who had claimed his heart from the moment he carried her from the depths of the O’Baoill’s dungeon, flooded his mind. He pictured her just as he’d last seen her, sitting at the picnic table behind the Clinic at the lair talking to Calysta, Maddox’s mate, who is also the Grande Priestess of all Earthen Witches and an amazing healer, about being discharged and returning to her family. The sun had been at her back highlighting the caramel streaks that ran through her long dark hair and framing her lovely face in an angelic glow that made it hard for him not to approach.
He admitted to shamelessly staying hidden and eavesdropping on the ladies’ conversation. Annie was questioning whether she was ready to leave and Calysta was reassuring the bear shifter that she needed to return to her normal way of life.
“Normal way of life,” Brann scoffed. “Is there such a thing?”
The bear gave a grunt, demanding the Guardsman’s attention, and this time motioned with her head for him to follow. Standing, Brannoc carefully walked toward the animal, not sure what to make of her behavior. The closer he got the more magic filled the air until from one step to the next, the bear became a woman. Before he could ask what was happening, she grabbed his hand and tugged, pleading. “Please come with me. We need your help.”
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