“Before I eat you.” His eyes gleamed. He was going to eat her all up. He was going to feast on her body for hours and fill the castle with her screams of pleasure.
Simone whimpered and shivered in his arms. He could scent the sudden wetness between her thighs and a growl tore from him.
“I am so hungry for you, Simone,” he snarled.
He strode to the wide island in the middle of the kitchen and gently placed Simone on the smooth marble surface. Caging her in with both arms, Breene leaned in and took her mouth in a deep, bruising, demanding kiss.
Simone moaned into his mouth as she returned his kiss fervently. She was so wet and aroused, and the scent of her feminine juices was tormenting and drugging him.
Simone was breathing hard by the time he released her. She glanced around the kitchen and whispered, “What about...Lester?”
“What about him?” Breene murmured. The late afternoon sun was throwing lengthening shadows around the kitchen, and he knew that there would be quite a number of hours left before the sun set fully.
“Lester's your chef. He might come in...”
“He's in stone form now,” Breene answered, unbuttoning her blouse. “He won't be wandering into the kitchen.”
Simone gasped when he unhooked her bra and fondled her ample, heavy breasts. She arched her back and speared her fingers through his hair as he suckled her.
Breene got to work with his tongue and teeth, teasing her aching nipples to hard, erect peaks. He was going to lick and bite her all over. He wanted to taste every curvy inch of her, and feel every tremor coursing through his mate's luscious little body.
Breene unzipped Simone's jeans and tugged her jeans and panties down her legs. Lowering her naked body onto the counter top, Breene slipped his hand between her legs and found her swollen clit. He spread her folds to expose her engorged nub and when he circled that sensitive button with his thumb, Simone shook and her thighs fell open for him.
Still thumbing her clit, Breene slid two fingers into her tight slit and stroked her slowly. Her sticky juices trickled down his hand, and Breene bent down to lick up every drop of that precious nectar. When he touched her hard, swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, Simone gasped and cried out.
“Breene...” she panted, raising her head weakly.
He pinned her with his intense, predatory gaze as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy. He stretched her by pushing another finger into her and fucked her harder.
Simone threw her head back and made yipping sounds of ecstasy. Her channel began to ripple and she bucked off the counter top as she came. Breene pulled his fingers out of her body and smirked. His mate was so responsive, so hot and hungry.
Simone raised herself up on her elbows and watched him with hooded eyes as he slipped his fingers into his mouth and licked them off one by one.
The sight turned her on even more. She yanked him to her and began to claw at his clothes.
“I want you naked,” she hissed. “Now.”
Breene was happy to comply. He shed his clothes and was about to grab her again but Simone surprised him by pushing herself off the smooth marble top and dropping to her knees in front of him.
He inhaled sharply when she closed her fist around his rigid cock and began to stroke him. He closed his eyes and grabbed the edge of the counter. If she kept this up, he was going to come in her hand.
Slowly, Simone slid his aching cock past her lips. She took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, until the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.
Breene's eyes almost crossed when she began to suck him. God, her mouth felt so damn amazing. Simone moved faster, bobbing her head as she cupped his aching balls in her palm.
Breene gritted his teeth as she sucked and licked him relentlessly. There was a wicked glint in her eye as she stared up at him. She literally had him in the palm of her hand, and she was relishing the power she held over him.
Ah, he was powerless to resist her. She was his strength, his weakness, his lifeblood.
Breene dug his fingers into her soft auburn hair and pulled lightly. Simone responded by quickening her pace and making him groan in the most exquisite agony.
“Simone...” he grated.
With a roar, he pulled out of her mouth and gripped her by the arms. Hauling her up, he spun her around and pressed her against the counter.
His claws were out and they dug into her generous hips. He pushed her face down on the counter and kicked her legs wider apart.
Breene dragged his hand down her spine and growled. Simone turned her head to the side and stared at him. He saw the challenge and hunger in her dark green eyes.
“Fuck me,” she snarled, baring her teeth at him. “Fuck me hard.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Simone blinked when she heard her own voice and words. Whoa, was that her? That sultry, snarly, commanding voice? And those words that sounded like they came from a sex siren?
She'd never thought of herself as sexy and desirable before. Her ex-husband had always looked at her with contempt and hate. He had made her feel so inadequate and unlovable. She had been so foolish and gullible, and she'd allowed Trent to take away her self-respect, her confidence, her independence and happiness.
But Breene had given all that back to her. He lifted her up and gave her back her power and confidence. He made her feel so amazing, so beautiful and loved. She was beautiful. And she was loved.
Simone smirked when she saw the glow enter Breene's eyes. His dragon was rising and she knew she was going to have to hang on for the ride of her life.
She raised her hips, urging Breene to mount her and take her. She could feel his claws pushing into her flesh, sending pinpricks of pain through her nerves. But the pain felt so good. It heightened her pleasure, and made her tingle in all the right places.
Simone moaned when Breene's kneaded her fleshy buttocks and pressed his cock between her butt cheeks. Her muscles clenched, squirting her juices down her legs.
Holding her down, Breene slammed into her from behind. Simone gasped and closed her eyes. He was so big, and her pussy spasmed around his huge cock.
Breene let out a feral growl as he began to thrust. His cock pushed deep into her body, dragging along her walls and hitting her most sensitive spots.
Simone gripped the edge of the counter and whimpered as Breene fucked her harder and deeper. He was merciless and relentless, taking her hard and fast. It was what she wanted. This was raw and primal, animalistic and ferocious. There was pain, but there was also the most exquisite pleasure.
Breene bit down on her shoulder, and Simone orgasmed suddenly and violently. The feel of his fangs sinking into her soft flesh was so erotic and intimate.
“Harder,” she gritted out. “More...”
Breene gave her more. He gave her as much as she could take. He pushed her, held her, loved her and let her know that she would always be safe with him.
There was power in submission, in giving someone your trust. Simone gave Breene her trust, freely and completely. She trusted him with her pleasure, her body and...her future.
Her life and future was here, with this man.
Simone climaxed and this time, the world seemed to shift beneath her feet. Breene truly was hers. Their hearts beat as one, and she loved having their bodies connect and join so intimately.
Breene bit down at the base of her neck as he pounded into her. Simone threw her head back and screamed at the force and power of her final orgasm. This time Breene came with her. He shot his seed deep into her body and kept moving, dragging out the pleasure for the both of them.
As Simone opened her eyes slowly, she could still hear the echo of her scream. “Wow,” she panted. “That was intense.”
Breene kissed her shoulder. “Best. Sex. Ever.”
Simone arched a brow at him. “I thought you said that last night.”
“With you, it will be the best sex ever, every time,” Breene said with a wicked grin.
> Simone narrowed her eyes at him. “You have a glib tongue.”
“My tongue is many things, but never glib,” he answered with a straight face.
Simone laughed and kissed him. “Yes, you do have a very skilful tongue. How did I get so lucky?”
Breene smirked and swept her into his arms. “I'm still hungry. I haven't finished eating, you know. In fact, I haven't even started.” He carried her and started towards the stairs.
“Breene, where...”
“The balcony, remember? You didn't forget your promise did you.” He growled at her. “I think I'm going to spread you out on the balcony and devour you slowly. I'm going to savor you for hours, Simone.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Breene pulled the covers up over Simone's shoulders and kissed her hair softly. His mate was exhausted. He had used her body so hard, pleasured her out of her mind and wrung so many orgasms from her. It really was the best sex ever, every single time.
As Simone sighed and smiled in her sleep, Breene glanced towards the window. It was full dark outside. The sun had set hours ago, yet he hadn't heard from Lester at all.
Lester always knew where to find him, and he would knock on either his bedroom or office door to ask if he needed anything or if there was anything special that he would like for his supper. The gargoyle took pride in his job, and he always made sure his service standards were second to none.
But tonight, there was not a sound from Lester.
Usually, the busy, hardworking gargoyle would be bustling around the kitchen or cleaning out one of the rooms. If he wasn't cooking, Lester would be vacuuming, dusting, scrubbing or polishing. The guy was busy from dusk to dawn.
But tonight, the whole castle was eerily silent.
With an uneasy feeling, Breene rose from the bed and exited the bedroom very quietly.
He wandered down the silent corridors, his ears pricked and his eyes scanning every corner.
Breene grew increasingly worried. All the rooms were in darkness. Lester always switched on the lights that illuminated the hallways and stairs. “Wouldn't do to be bumping into things and tumbling down all those steps,” he always muttered.
Breene went to the balcony and stared down at the castle grounds. Even the gardens were in darkness. Lester always made sure that the garden lights were switched on every night so that all those flowering bushes could be shown to full advantage. Among his many attributes, it seemed that Lester had a green thumb as well, and the plants under his care all thrived and flourished.
“Lester,” Breene called out. “Where are you?” Did Lester finally decide to take a night off and slip into town for a night of debauchery?
Breene let out a hollow laugh. Lester had never, ever taken the night off. And he would never leave the castle without telling him.
“Lester! Come on, answer me! If this is a prank...” Breene threatened.
Only the wind answered him. Breene cursed and threw himself off the balcony. He shifted to dragon form in midair and soared towards the clouds.
Circling the town, Breene reached out with his dragon mind. Lester, you rascal, where the heck are you?
Breene flew further away, sensing that Lester wasn't in Redrock Valley.
The forests and hills yielded no clue to Lester's whereabouts. Where was that gargoyle? Was he hiding from him? No, Lester would never do that. He wouldn't hide from Breene.
But...someone else might be keeping Lester hidden…
Breene released a stream of fire and flew faster. He always trusted his instincts and his instincts were telling him to turn left and head towards the mountain ranges.
He tried to tamp down his anger and panic, and still his mind. Finally, he could hear a small, faint voice in his head.
Master…
Lester! Where are you? Breene roared.
Don't come for me. Keep away, Master!
Breene focused on Lester's voice and locked onto his location. I know where you are, Lester. Tell me what you see.
Master, please, stay away...
Lester's voice was abruptly cut off. It could only mean that the poor gargoyle had been rendered unconscious.
Breene's heart lurched as he banked sharply.
He had to get back to the castle. If someone had taken Lester, then Simone might be in danger too.
He flapped his powerful wings hard, gaining speed and altitude. His blood roared in his ears as rage and fear warred within him. He could see his castle in the distance, and he flew faster to reach Simone.
Simone! Please be safe, be safe...
As he landed on the balcony, Breene shifted back to human form and ran towards his bedroom.
As he charged down the corridor, his bedroom door flew open and Simone rushed out.
“Breene!”
Simone ran towards him. But she wasn't wearing her nightdress. She looked like she was dressed for combat.
She was in jeans, boots and she was wearing his fencing vest over her sweater. Breene looked down and saw that she had even strapped his throwing knives to her shoes. She must have found his knives in one of his drawers and armed herself.
“Breene,” she said breathlessly.
“What...” He held her shoulders. “What are you doing, Simone?”
“I'm coming with you,” she said.
His eyes widened further when she said, “I heard your thoughts. I know that something has happened to Lester. He's in trouble, and we are going to get him.”
“You heard my thoughts?”
“Yes. You are my mate,” she answered simply.
“Simone...”
“No, Breene, you are not going alone.” She looked really angry now.
“It's too dangerous, Simone...”
“That's why I am going with you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course,” Breene began.
“Good. Because I trust you, Breene, and I love you.” She grabbed him and kissed him hard.
Before Breene could respond, Simone gave him a grim smile and said, “Lester is your family. Which makes him my family too. Wherever he is, we will find him and we will bring him home.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Simone flattened herself on Breene's back and held on tight as they flew westward. They were far, far away from Redrock Valley now and the temperature had dropped drastically. Good thing Breene had insisted she dress warmly before allowing her to clamber onto his back.
The forested landscape had given way to rocky terrain before morphing slowly to lonely mountain ranges. Simone could hear Breene clearly in her mind, and she kept up a constant stream of conversation to take her mind off the impending danger.
“When I first heard you in my mind, I thought I was dreaming,” Simone said with a nervous laugh. “I opened my eyes and sat up in bed and saw that you weren't beside me. And yet I could hear you speaking to me.”
What did I say? I seriously can't recall speaking to you when I was out looking for Lester.
“Well, you kept saying I had to be safe, that you would do everything to keep me safe.”
Ah, I did think that. But I was just talking to myself.
“No. You were talking to me,” Simone said adamantly. “I could hear you loud and clear. You kept telling me to be safe.”
Breene nodded. I was really worried for both you and Lester.
“And then I heard all your thoughts about Lester too. You thought he'd been captured and that he was in grave danger. You wanted to rescue him right away!”
You heard that too? Breene asked in amazement.
“Yes. So I knew that you would try to leave on this rescue mission without me,” Simone sniffed. “As if I would let you!”
I should have shielded my thoughts from you.
Simone stiffened. “Breene Magnus, don't you dare...”
I'm kidding, I'm kidding!
Simone fell silent for a while. “Does this mean that we can hear each other's thoughts all the time?”
No. Your thoughts are your own.
The mind link will only be established when you reach out for me with your mind to communicate with me. It's like...a phone. If you don't dial my number, I can't hear you.
Simone nodded and giggled. “I never thought of it this way.”
The moonlight shimmered on Breene's scales and Simone glanced down nervously at the mountains they were flying over. Are we there yet? This looks like the middle of nowhere! Where the hell are we anyway?
Breene turned his head slightly. Compared to where we are going, I think Hell would seem tame. We're almost there, Simone. Just a few hundred more miles to go.
Simone started. “You heard me? I don't think I spoke that out loud...”
The large dragon seemed to be smirking at her. Simone managed to roll her eyes and mutter, “Yeah, of course you heard me. I dialed your number, didn't I?”
The sorceress will sense our approach. Be on your guard, Simone.
“Okay.” She gulped. “You told me that she was the one who enslaved Lester for decades. So—this sorceress was Lester's mistress...”
She was never Lester's mistress! Breene barked vehemently. Lester is a free being. She shackled him, tortured him and kept him bound to her against his will!
Simone swallowed and whispered, “And you found Lester and freed him. How did you find him?”
Simone frowned when she felt a wave of regret and disgust ripple through Breene. He didn't like what he was about to tell her.
“Tell me, Breene. Just tell me what happened,” she urged.
Reluctantly, he told her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Breene absolutely hated talking about that evil sorceress to Simone. Simone was the opposite of Vanora. Simone was loving, loyal, kind and utterly fearless when it came to protecting those she loved. Vanora was scheming and self-serving, seeking power and advantage for herself and ruthlessly using others to achieve her aims.
Breene shuddered to think that he had almost fallen prey to her charms and lost his soul.
“Breene?” Simone called softly. “Talk to me.”
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