Dragon Isle Boxed Set, Books 4-6: Lost to the Dragon, Beware of Dragons, and Catching the Dragon

by Stern, Sophie

  Skye didn’t get a say.

  She felt a twinge, but it wasn’t jealousy. No, this time it was her pussy, sparking to life. What was that? Was she aroused at the idea of him playing with a patient? She shouldn’t be, but Skye had never been a normal girl. Oh, she had always been put in the “ordinary” category, but her fantasies had never been anything but strange.

  “Tell me something,” she whispered, suddenly feeling brave. “Do you ever take your patients back into your office?”

  His eyes darkened. His gaze narrowed.

  “And do what, Skye?”

  She gulped. He looked ready for a fight, but he didn’t get what was happening. No, Skye didn’t want to play the jealous girlfriend right now. Skye wanted to play the minx, the kitten, the vixen. Skye wanted to play the girl he couldn’t get enough of because her pussy was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

  And right now it was weeping with desire.

  “Have you ever,” she licked her lips. Her mouth had suddenly gone dry. “Have you ever taken a woman to your office and made her strip for you?” He cocked his head, as if suddenly realizing she wasn’t angry, but aroused. “And then, once she was naked, forced her to her knees before you?”

  “You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl,” Alan growled. Skye could suddenly see just how much her question affected him. She could see it in the front of his pants, where his cock stretched high and alert.

  “It’s not a game,” she whispered. Her nipples were hard nubs, poking at her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. All of her clothing had been lost in the crash and Alan hadn’t seemed to think she needed a bra. Or panties.

  For the first time since puberty, Skye was wearing only a thin camisole beneath her shirt. It wasn’t doing her any favors now. Yeah, it might make her look delicate and feminine, but Alan looked hungry enough to bite.

  “Tell me, Doctor,” Skye stepped forward, suddenly the seductress. Where was this bravery coming from? Oh yeah, his dick. It had been in her so much the last few days that she couldn’t think straight. It had been a few hours since he’d slid inside of her and already she was craving him. She needed him and his dick. She needed the pleasure he could bring her. She needed the closeness.

  “Tell me what you do in that office of yours when no one is looking,” she ran her hands up and down his chest. Alan sucked in a breath, but didn’t move. He was going to let this play out. He was going to wait her out, see if she really had it in her to do what she was pressing for.

  Well, she most certainly did.

  She would show him that now.

  Skye may have come to the island a meek little creature, but…no, who was she kidding? She had lost her meekness when Jesse left. She had lost everything there was to lose, including shyness, including her clothes, including her luggage. She had nothing left that could be ripped from her.

  She had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

  And what she wanted, most of all, was Alan. He seemed like a dragonman with a dark and mysterious past, only she knew there wasn’t one. There was no crazy ex-wife. There was no forbidden love child. There was nothing but a man who wanted to be the best doctor he could be, who had spent years training so he could give back to this community of shifters.

  And now Skye wanted to give back to him.

  “Tell me,” she whispered against his lips. Her hands were pressed against his chest. His hands were fisted firmly at his sides. Oh, Alan had no intention of giving in to Skye’s desire for sex, for love, for anything more than being a good little submissive.

  She could tell he would try to resist her, but she was too far gone. Skye was smitten in all the worst ways and today, that meant her pussy was soaked and her clit was throbbing. She needed him, if only to bring the relief she sought, but they both knew it would be so much more.

  “Have you ever had a naughty patient talk back to you?” She kissed his neck. “Have you ever had to teach her a lesson? Maybe somebody didn’t want to take your medicine or your advice. Maybe you had to show them you were serious.”

  Alan’s breathing deepened, but still, he showed restraint. Sky wrapped her arms around his neck and began to nibble on his ear, whispering to him.

  “Did you ever have to tie someone down on the table and have your wicked way with her? That’s what I want you to do to me, Doctor Dragon. That is your name, isn’t it? That’s what you like the naughty girls to call you? Doctor Dragon, I’ve been very naughty and only you can help me.”

  Alan’s hands grabbed Skye’s wrists. He pushed her back so she was standing in front of him, looking up, waiting to see what he would do.

  “Last chance, Skye. Walk away now and we’ll go home. I’ll fuck you good and hard, but the beast will be safely tucked away. If you unleash it now, though, well, I can’t promise I’m ever going to stop craving you.”

  Skye looked up at him. This was her chance: her chance to keep being treated like an ordinary submissive or her chance to be his slave. She could walk away now and he’d still fuck her, still make her come, still make her scream.

  Or she could push him more. She could push and push until the real Dom came out, the one she knew he kept hidden away.

  Skye wasn’t dumb. She could read people better than most. Everyone thought receptionists didn’t do anything but paperwork, but that wasn’t true at all. The receptionist was the one who could see through lies. She could tell when people were hiding something, when they were too embarrassed to say what their medical symptoms were, when they didn’t want to talk to her out loud when other patients could hear them.

  The receptionist was the one you told about your secret ballet classes you were too embarrassed to talk about or who you confided in about your divorce. The receptionist could tell a lot about a person and if there was one thing Skye had learned, it was that Alan wasn’t everything he pretended to be.

  He was more, so much more.

  Maybe he had been hurt in the past or maybe he was just shy, but she intended to take everything she wanted, everything she needed from him.

  And she would give to him, too. She had seen how longingly he looked at Lindsey when Kade had been over, but she wasn’t so naïve to think he wanted to steal Lindsey’s heart. No, Alan longed for a relationship. Why else had he “tricked” Skye into staying with him for two horribly wonderful weeks?

  He wanted someone to connect with, someone to show his true self. He wanted someone who could see the man he was now and the monster he kept hidden away. He needed someone who could handle the two, who could bridge the gap between man and dragon.

  Skye could be that person.

  If she were brave enough.

  She tried not to think about Jesse’s words to her. He said she was fat, ugly. He said she was stupid. He said she wasn’t smart, that she didn’t know anything about pleasing a man, but none of that was true. Alan looked like his cock was going to shoot off his body and start shooting fireworks if she didn’t make a decision soon.

  This was it. This was Skye’s moment. She had poked the dragon. Did she really want to see what happened next?

  Was she going to be weak and scared?

  Or was Skye going to be bolder than she’d ever been before?

  She dropped to her knees and bowed her head.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered. “Doctor Dragon, I am yours.”

  11

  Alan’s dick was so hard that it hurt. She had done it. Skye had called him out. She knew he was holding back. They both did, but he had been too scared to truly push her. Now she was giving him what he needed: the freedom to be rough. She was giving him the ability to be dark, to be open with her.

  Skye was giving him a once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity to be the monster he always knew he was.

  She was giving him a safety net.

  He just had to step in.

  She dropped to her knees and called him her Doctor Dragon. The name was stupid and cheesy. They both knew it, yet something about it called to him. She was the only
one who had ever teased him like that. Most people looked at Alan and just saw another mindless beast, another random shifter no one really cared about.

  “Come,” he growled, and pulled her to her feet. He didn’t kiss her yet because he knew once he did, he would never stop. Instead, he reached out and locked the front door. Then he pulled her down the hallway and into one of the examination rooms. He lifted Skye effortlessly and put her on the table.

  Fuck, she was so gorgeous, looking at him with those big, blinking doe eyes. How had he gotten so lucky? She had fallen into his hands and he intended to keep her, no matter what the cost.

  Alan closed the door to the room and stood facing it for just a second. He was ready for this. He could do this. He could show Skye everything he had to offer and she would love it. She would eat it up.

  He took a deep breath and turned back to her. She was just sitting there, waiting for him to tell her what to do.

  But Alan didn’t just want to play doctor with Skye.

  Alan wanted to be the Dom she couldn’t get away from. He wanted to keep her, hold her close, ravish her.

  Those thoughts terrified him, so he pushed them down.

  For now.

  There would be plenty of time to think about what he was doing later.

  “Undress,” he said simply, then waited for her to comply. Skye didn’t hesitate. She slipped her shirt off and folded it, then handed it to him. Her camisole followed. Then Alan couldn’t take his eyes off her gorgeous breasts.

  It wasn’t the cool air of the room that made them perk up and point out at him in greeting. No, his little human was aroused, and he planned to have his fill.

  She removed her skirt, standing briefly to slip it off. Then she was naked. Skye didn’t try to hide her body from him, which was good. He’d hate to have to spank her in the middle of the clinic. Instead, she sat primly, properly at the edge of the exam table, as if she really were just waiting for a visit with her doctor.

  Fuck. He’d never let another doctor touch her again. Not after today. Not after this week.

  “Lay back,” he breathed out, and she did. The top half of her body rested back on the table, but her legs dangled off the edge. He pushed her knees apart and situated himself between her thighs at the end of the table.

  Skye’s eyes closed as Alan reached out and gently began to massage her breasts. He took his time, eliciting as many moans and soft whines from her as he could. He wanted to tease her, to taunt her, to make her need him as much as he needed her.

  He traced his fingers from her hard nipples down to her hips. Then he shifted, just a little, and allowed his claws to emerge. Her eyes were close, so it wouldn’t scare her, but he wanted to know how she’d react to just a little bit of pain.

  Alan traced his talons back up her skin, pressing slightly harder, almost hard enough to draw blood.

  But not quite.

  “Ooh,” Skye murmured. “That feels...it’s almost too much…” But it wasn’t too much, and she allowed him to scratch and claw at her the way a cat might play with its favorite new toy. He shifted his hands back to normal and resumed petting her. Now he traced the pattern of intersecting red lines with the soft pads of his fingers, and she arched up under his touch.

  With her legs spread, Skye was completely open to him, but he needed more. He reached to the side of the table and pulled the stirrups out. She didn’t protest as he placed each foot in a stirrup, then slowly licked her legs. He began with her knee and moved up to her thigh, then back down.

  He repeated the process on the other leg. Skye whimpered and moaned, but didn’t say anything else as he licked and savored her sweet taste.

  Then it was time. A thin sheet of sweat covered Skye. She was ready for what was about to happen, but was he? This was intimate. This was more than just two bodies connecting. This was his girl.

  Alan leaned over and swiped his tongue over Skye’s soft, weeping pussy. She was so wet, so ready. She was aching for his touch, and he was determined to give it to her.

  “Please,” she moaned, but she didn’t elaborate.

  “Please what, baby?” He kissed her softly on her clit, and she bucked beneath him, eagerly searching for more.

  “Please touch me more, Doctor. Please.”

  “How do you want to be touched, little human?” He said with a smile, knowing perfectly well what his teasing was doing to her. She was so close to coming that as soon as he gave her more, she would explode beneath his touch. He wanted to hear the words, though. He needed to.

  “Please lick my pussy,” she murmured. Her eyes were still closed and her hair was wild around her. It was spread across the exam room table: the dark color a stark contrast with the white paper that covered the table.

  Skye was gorgeous and obviously deeply submissive, at least when she wasn’t being a brat. Alan wondered what he was going to do when she left Dragon Isle because right now, he couldn’t think of anything but driving deep inside of her and never leaving.

  He licked her softly around her opening, carefully avoiding her clit. He wanted to play with her just a little bit more before he decided to let her come. He wasn’t the nicest dragon she could have chosen to be with. Then again, she hadn’t really chosen him, now had she?

  He nibbled one of her soft lips and then the other. She cried out. Her hands grabbed at her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples as he toyed with her pussy. She was so wet: a beautiful feast against his tongue.

  Alan wanted the moment to last, so he decided to go for the element of surprise. He dipped his tongue lower, deeper, into that secret place Skye never let anyone. He was going to take her asshole, though. He was going to own it. It was his now. All of her was.

  “Oh!” She almost leapt off the table as his tongue flicked against her soft puckered hole. “You’re…no!” She tried to scoot away, but his hands reached up and gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place.

  “You’re mine, Skye. All of you. I will have this.”

  “No,” she whispered, shaking her head, as if she couldn’t believe what he was doing. “That’s so naughty,” she finally huffed out, but he just smiled.

  “Darling, I want all of you. It’s not naughty or weird or gross, so you just calm right on down. I love doing this. I love looking at you here. I guarantee you’re going to love coming with my tongue in your asshole and my fingers playing your clit like a harp.”

  Her mouth dropped open. So he’d gone for shock value. So what? He wanted her compliant and horny and wet. Obviously it worked, because after only a brief moment’s hesitation, Skye laid back down on the table and squeezed her eyes shut.

  He plunged his tongue inside of her ass, and her whole body relaxed against the table.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, stopping for just a second. “You’re doing a great job.” He was so pleased with her. Most women would fight and struggle and argue that they weren’t clean down there, that there was somehow something dirty about wanting this, but Alan didn’t buy any of that.

  The only thing he cared about was pleasing Skye, about giving her the best that he could. He licked and sucked until she couldn’t control herself, until she was coming apart on his table. She cried out as she came, shaking and quivering. He scraped his nails up and down her thighs as she came, giving her a little bite of pain to increase the pleasure.

  Then it was over.

  Alan picked her up and hugged her close. She nuzzled against his head as he whispered sweet nothings, and then it was time to go home.

  12

  “Where are we going?” Skye asked Alan. He had dressed her up in a new dress she’d never seen before. It was dark red with white dots and swished when she twirled around. Her matching dark red heels were perfect, and while she’d never considered herself to be very girly before, she couldn’t resist the appeal of the shoes.

  “It’s a surprise,” he said with a wicked grin. She rolled her eyes. She had been with him for almost a week and already she felt like she’d been t
here forever. She and Alan had fallen into comfortable patterns of domesticity. He fed her breakfast each day and made sure he fucked her hard at lunchtime. By the time they were finished, she would be too tired to resist as he hand-fed her lunch, too. Though part of her resisted the idea of being treated like a little doll, the rest of her loved it.

  She was starting to need him and part of that scared her. She had never needed anyone before the way she needed Alan. It wasn’t just because he was keeping her as a little pet to play with, though realistically, that could have been part of it. No, her need for Alan had grown from a desire to be cared for and morphed into a strange friendship and passionate relationship.

  She liked spending time with him. She liked the way she felt around him.

  For the first time, Skye had been given something to do, someone to do it with, and had someone to take care of her while she did it. Alan completed her in those ways and she respected him for it.

  Now, as they prepared to walk out the door, she couldn’t help but wonder what they were going to do. He had dressed, which meant wherever they were going was close to his home. Alan preferred to fly almost everywhere. Alan didn’t like to walk when he could just as easily fly.

  He looped his arm through Skye’s and they left. He didn’t lock the door, which she still couldn’t quite get used to. Dragon Isle tended to be mostly safe. There weren’t really break-ins the way most cities had. Skye figured it was because the dragon residents could easily sniff out the invaders and easily eat and devour them.

  Who wanted to go out that way?

  Alan led her down the little path from his house that led to the road. He didn’t have a driveway, which wasn’t strange once you got used to the fact that there weren’t many cars on the island. There were a few, but they were mostly for show or used by older dragons who had trouble shifting and flying around.

  They made their way down the road until the nearest intersection, where they turned and headed to the center of the village.