Bound in Darkness: Paranormal BBW Shapeshifter Dragon Romance (Drachen Mates Book 2)

by Milly Taiden

  “Faster,” she panted.

  He gave in, increasing his speed and drive. The sound of skin slapping, her moans and his grunts filled the kitchen. He bit the back of her neck.

  “I want this forever,” he growled. “I want you to be mine.”

  She turned her head and he kissed her ear lobe. “We have right now. Take me. Take everything you can.”

  He fucked her hard, his mind full of the idea that she was his and his alone. That he’d fill her with his cum and start that family they both wanted so badly. She’d give him the offspring he hadn’t thought about in over two hundred years.

  She held the faucet knobs in a white-knuckle grip. “Oh my god, Clacher. Please. I’m so close.”

  He went deeper. As deep as he could while pulling her ass into each of his thrusts. Then he licked her ear. “I don’t have time to give your gorgeous ass the fucking it needs right now, but I’ll get you off so hard you’ll never doubt who you belong to.”

  He sucked his thumb into his mouth and pushed it into her asshole.

  She gave a loud groan, her pussy squeezing hard at his dick. He curled his arm around her hip, pressing two fingers over her clit.

  “Oh my fucking god!”

  He fucked her ass with his thumb and took her pussy with quick drives of his cock. She tensed, her pussy sucking wildly at his shaft.

  Then she screamed and came apart in his arms. He continued driving his thumb in and out of her ass at the same time he took her sex. Her pussy walls tightened around his length. He clenched his teeth, finally giving in to his own climax. He came hard, his cock pulsing and spilling his seed inside her. His dragon roared, the sound coming out of him in a loud growl. He emptied himself in her and knew there was no way in hell he’d ever let her go. This wasn’t just here and now. This was forever.

  Nineeteen

  Clacher took her hand, his heart filled with love for her. Lexi smiled at him, her eyes shining with happiness and a sensual satisfaction he was damn proud to know he’d caused.

  “Where are we going? Are you ever going to tell me?” She pouted. “You made me miss the festival today to have a day off and I gotta say, so far I’m liking this.”

  “That’s just because you took advantage of me.” He chuckled. “Wait until it’s my turn to take advantage of you.”

  “Oooh,” she giggled, “is that happening soon?”

  He pulled her close and pressed her against a wall, grinding his erection into her belly. “Baby, I wish it were right now. I keep thinking of your tight little hole and get hard all over again.”

  She grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt. “Really? Because you fucking me in the kitchen is all I can think about.”

  “Yeah?” he growled, grinding into her again. If this went on any longer, he’d come in his pants like a fucking teenager.

  “Hmm,” she kissed his jaw. “You promised to take my sweet ass and if you know how wet that makes me, you might want to do that soon.”

  He groaned and pulled away from her. “Controlling myself is going to be a fucking miracle now.”

  She giggled and slapped his ass. “I never promised to control myself.”

  He pulled her down one of the hallways on the fourth floor, toward his private painting room. Nerves made his gut clench. He didn’t bring anyone into his private space. Lexi wasn’t just anyone. She was his heart. The doors creaked when he opened them. The shades had been drawn and brightness filtered into the room, giving it the perfect light for painting. He’d asked Tor to line most of the floor with plastic in case she dropped any paint on the antique wood.

  “Oh, wow,” she gasped, walking ahead of him and straight toward the shelves full of art paraphernalia. “Is this,” she flipped around to face him, “is this all painting supplies?”

  “All of it.”

  He closed the door and went across the room to remove the cover from the daybed he kept there. Some days, when he was torn up over his past or his family’s mating troubles, he’d paint for days, then fall asleep on the daybed and do it again once he awoke. When he threw himself into his shops, he slowed down on the painting, but his mind was occupied on making Drachen Ink a success.

  “It looks like you have various types of paint and stuff here.”

  “Watercolor, oils, acrylics, gouache, and encaustic.”

  She frowned, clearly confused. “So what are we doing here?”

  “I thought you might enjoy doing a little painting,” he said with a smile. She looked curious of the brushes and different tools.

  “Really?” Her eyes lit with excitement. “What are we using?” She glanced around the paint and brushes. “It all looks a little intimidating.”

  “We’ll use watercolor, should be easier for you,” he said and prepped two canvases for them. “The paint we’ll use is on the first shelf along with brushes and paint trays.”

  She grabbed supplies and took them to the table between the two easels. “Is this why you told me to wear clothes I wouldn’t mind getting dirty?”

  He winked and nodded. “I’d rather watch you paint naked, but I’m not sure you’ll go for it.”

  She snorted a giggle. “You’re right. I won’t go for it.”

  “Too bad. It could be an interesting sight.”

  She raised her brows and sighed. “So when did you learn to paint?”

  “Remember when I told you about Da Vinci?”

  “Yes!” she exclaimed with wide eyes. “Oh my god.”

  “He gave me some lessons. For a price.”

  He poured paint into the trays and handed her one.

  She shook her head. “I don’t understand. What price?”

  “I had to pose for him.”

  She gasped, her mouth hanging open. “Where is it? I want to see it.”

  “You already did. I keep a print version at the new shop.”

  “The dragon!” She blinked. “That’s amazing. I’ll have to see the real thing one day.”

  “Don’t worry, you will. I’ll make sure of it.” He picked up a brush and handed it to her. “I won’t tell you what to do, just grab some paint and go crazy.”

  She pulled an anxious face. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. This is supposed to be fun. I don’t care if you draw stick people.” He picked up his own brush and started painting. The first thing that came to mind was her smile. He followed long learned techniques to start painting her face. He glanced at her from time to time, but couldn’t see her work since their easels were tilted away from each other.

  It was a long while before he was done. He had fun doing her hair. The bright colors jumped from the canvas. He used a golden tone for her skin and a pale pink for her lips. Her eyes, he decided to go with the grayish green from right after they had sex that morning. It was one of his favorite works.

  “Where’s your favorite vacation spot?” he asked, making random conversation.

  “I love beaches or snowy places,” she said. “Total opposites but those are my favorites. I loved going to Hawaii with my parents when I graduated college. That was their gift to me, and I have to tell you, it was amazing.” She popped her head around her easel. “But I love snow, too. I love when it is freshly fallen and is so nice and white and looks like a painting.” She smiled. “I like walking in it and playing.” Her smile fell. “I haven’t played in snow in a long time.”

  “How are you liking painting?” He put his brushes down and met her gaze.

  She scrunched her nose. “I dunno. Let me see yours.”

  “Okay, but it’s not really finished and I rushed.” He tried to excuse not doing a professional job.

  She waved a hand dismissively at him. “Oh, please. I’m sure it’s great,” she said, coming around to his side. When she got in front of the painting, she gasped. “Wow.”

  He cocked his head, trying to see the painting with fresh eyes. He really liked how lively and colorful it was. “Wow, good? Or wow, this is terrible?”

  19

  Lexi stared at
the image of herself and didn’t know what to think. He’d made her look so beautiful. She met his gaze again. “Is this how you see me?”

  He frowned. “It is you. I don’t know that I got all the coloring exact but I think it looks good.”

  Good? She threw her arms around him and kissed him so hard, they almost fell back. He held her tightly and took quick steps back to stop them both from going down. “I take it you approve?”

  “It’s beautiful,” she said softly. “She’s…I’m…perfect. The hair, the eyes, the smile. You didn’t get my exterior,” she mumbled, her voice going rough from the knot in her throat. “This is my insides. My heart. You’re able to see how happy you make me and that’s amazing.”

  He smiled and hugged her again, placing a kiss on her lips. “I’m glad you like it. Now, let’s take a look at yours.”

  “I don’t know…” she whined and pushed him back. “I think mine sucks compared to yours.”

  “There’s no need to compare, sweetheart. I want to see what you came up with.”

  She pursed her lips. “Okay, but don’t make fun.”

  They walked around her easel and she waited anxiously for him to say something. She winced at the almost cartoonish beach scene she’d drawn from her memory of being in the Caribbean with Morgan once. “Don’t say it. It sucks.”

  He chuckled. “No. It does not suck. You just need a little practice. Not like you were trying to be Picasso or anything.”

  She gasped and slapped him on the arm playfully. She heard the joking in his tone. “I think it’s nice.”

  “I think so, too. Not as nice as mine, but it’s nice,” he said, clearly baiting her.

  “You ass!” She laughed and shoved her hand into the open paint can while he was busy looking at her painting. “So you think you’re better, huh?”

  “No,” he grinned. “I was kidding. I’ll paint however many times you want if you feel it relaxes you.”

  “Believe it or not, it was nice to just paint and not think of anything else,” she said.

  He pulled her into him and she slapped a hand full of paint on his neck. His eyes widened.

  “Oops,” she apologized with a sly smile. “My bad.”

  “Oh,” he said in a knowing tone. “That’s how you wanna play, huh?”

  She pulled away from him, slowly backing away. “I was just trying to get back at you for saying yours was better.”

  He picked up a bucket of yellow and marched toward her, his eyes glowing green. “Mine is better.”

  She gasped and slapped her hands on her hips. “Stop saying that!”

  He moved so fast, she didn’t get a chance to react. One moment he was walking to her and the next she had yellow paint all over her top.

  “Clacher!” she screeched, sliding on the paint dripping off her and going for a bucket of red. She slipped and flung the bucket of red at his retreating back. He flipped around with a white bucket in hand but was having a hard time staying up right with the paint on the plastic liners on the floors. She tried to take a step back but couldn’t catch her footing. He dropped the white bucket and grabbed her arms, pulling her into him. They both went down with her landing on top of him. They both laughed and paint squished between them, soaking their clothes.

  He pushed her hair out of his face and pulled her head down for a kiss. “Let’s go clean up.”

  She nodded and let him help her to her feet. He picked her up in his arms. She took a sharp breath and put her paint-covered arms around his neck and held on. “I can walk.”

  “You don’t have to, though.”

  He carried her all the way to his bedroom and then continued to his bathroom. She loved the modern way he decorated his suite. Even though it was a castle, he must have recently had the rooms updated with a sleek black and chrome décor. The furniture was new with fresh lines and the whole room had a warm, clean look. She liked it a lot.

  The bathroom was freaking amazing. He put her down inside what could only be described as a four-person shower with a big glass door. A giant jacuzzi sat across from the shower and his and hers sinks made the black and chrome bathroom perfect.

  He helped her take her sticky clothes off and took off his own. Then he turned on the four shower heads at the same time and she swore she was in heaven.

  “I think I might be in love with this shower,” she groaned, letting the warm water hit her head and remove the paint from her.

  He walked out of the shower, leaving her alone to wash her body. He had unscented shampoo, conditioner, and body soap. She cleaned quickly, loving the luxurious feeling of just standing under the multiple sprays.

  When he got back, he had a clear bottle in his hand a naughty look in his eyes.

  “What’s that?” she asked, curious of what he’d brought.

  He pulled her into his arms and pressed his rock-hard erection into her soft belly. “That is what I need to make that gorgeous ass of yours mine.”

  She shuddered, his words giving her goose bumps and making her stomach quiver. She helped him wash the paint off and then started kissing his shoulder and moving to his throat, licking and sucking the water droplets off his skin.

  He groaned, pushing her back against the slick tiled wall and lifting her hands to the metal towel holder above her head. She held on as he kissed her hard, grinding into her. Water covered their bodies, sliding down in waves between them. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard at the tip. She groaned as moisture slickened her sex.

  “Oh god,” she moaned, arching her back and pressing her chest to his face. He switched breasts, sucking hard, flicking his thumb over the other tiny bud. She panted, air struggling in and out of her lungs. Fire coursed through her veins as she watched him get down to his knees and push her legs apart.

  She bit her lip and held on to the metal bar, her gaze on the gorgeous dragon tattoo covering most of his back. He shoved his face between her thighs and rubbed his pierced tongue over her aching flesh.

  “Jesus H. Christ!” she screamed, loving the way he rubbed his tongue up and down her pussy, doing quick circles over her clit.

  He pushed her legs open wider and held them so he could lick and suck her with ease. Her legs shook as she groaned and gasped, rocking her hips on his lips. His tongue felt fucking amazing, teasing her pussy and driving inside her. Her pussy clenched, wanting a deeper penetration.

  He slipped two fingers inside her, hooking them and dragging them to press at her G-spot. She saw stars. It didn’t stop there. He sucked her clit hard, pumping his fingers in and out of her quickly.

  “Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Don’t stop.”

  Tension snapped like a rubber band inside her. She gave a soft cry as her body unraveled, pleasure filling her to the brim and leaving her shaky. He kissed his way up her body and turned her over to face the glass door and grab the handle. She leaned forward, her head bowed and her ass pushed back into him.

  He caressed her ass softly and then pulled his hand back, bringing it down on her with a stinging bite.

  She moaned and felt her pussy grasp at nothing.

  “So fucking sexy,” he growled.

  Something cool trailed down her crack to her asshole. Lube. He massaged it around her hole, dipping one finger then two into her anal entrance.

  “You’re so goddamned tight, baby. I can’t wait to be deep in here,” he told her.

  He thrust in and pulled back slowly, widening his fingers and stretching her hole. She gasped. Every time he spread his fingers wide, a slight burning sensation made her groan. He added a third finger, working them in deeply, fucking her ass.

  More lube slid down her as he continued to stretch her. He did it for long minutes, pressing kisses down her spine and using his other hand to fondle her clit. She started rocking back into his hand, enjoying the feel of his fingers going in and out of her at the same time he flicked at her clit.

  “Push back, baby,” he grunted. “Yeah,” he said when she did as he asked.
“I want to make it nice and slick and stretched before I fuck your tight little hole.”

  She leaned down further and widened her stance. Seconds later, he was pushing the head of his cock into her ass. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back at the same time he pushed forward. Air burned in her lungs until she finally exhaled once he was fully inside her.

  “Fucking hell! You’re so damned tight and hot,” he groaned. He pulled back and quickly dove forth again.

  Her fingers ached from gripping the metal door handle. Another slide deep and slow retreat had her groaning.

  “Tell me you like this, sweetheart,” he grunted, licking her back.

  “Yes. God, yes!”

  He slammed forth, increasing the speed of his drives and propelling back to drive deep.

  She gasped, her skin feeling on fire. The cool water raining down on them did nothing to stop the burning inside her.

  He moved faster, harder, deeper, taking and giving and pushing the tension gathering at her core to a tight knot.

  “You feeling amazing, but I’m not coming until you do,” he said in a ragged grunt.

  Pressing at her clit, he added to the pleasure bubble building and readying to explode. She dropped her head forward, gasping and whimpering for him to go on, to give her more.

  He cupped her breast with his other hand, pinching and tugging her nipple. His cock felt bigger, thicker in her ass. Every time she pressed back, he went just a little farther than before. The fingers pressing at her clit, fondling and tweaking, came down on it hard, bringing a bite of pain she wasn’t expecting. It was enough for her to lose control.

  She screamed, her ass squeezing hard at his cock with the force of her orgasm. He drove deep one final time before giving in to his own release. His cock surged into her, pulsing and spurting his semen in her hole.

  He gasped. She gulped. They tried to catch their breaths and then he slowly pulled out of her, washing her so tenderly, she could do nothing but stay as she was and let him pamper her. Then he wrapped her and himself in towels and carried her to his bed. She slipped under his blanket completely naked and curled up to his side, her hand on his chest and her head on his arm. Tomorrow wasn’t promised, but tonight, she had the only man she’d ever loved in bed with her.