He wasn't going to ask what had changed her mind about letting him fuck her. Right now, all he wanted to do was get his dick as deep inside her as he could. Now, while she was still amenable.
Zander went to his knees, still kissing her, the scent of her arousal tightening every muscle in his body. He knew her pussy was slicked up and waiting for him. It was about time he found his home.
Pulling back far enough to undress her, he took off her clothing in record time, dropping her sweater on top of her shoes, socks, jeans and panties. With one hand, he flicked open the hooks of her bra and slid it down her arms, adding it to the pile.
Pink, hard-tipped breasts drew his gaze. He brought his hands to the soft mounds and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. Leilani whimpered, her hips pressing up against him, and his cock slid between the plump folds of her sex. He groaned at the slickness coating his hard flesh and pressed his groin to hers.
His prick throbbed, impatient to plunge into the depths of her hot, wet cunt. But patience was a virtue, he reminded himself. And good things come to those who wait.
He cupped her breasts, lifting them and pushing them together. Taking the nipples between his fingers, he alternated with soft flicks and harder squeezes. Leilani moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her hips undulating against him.
Zander gave a delighted laugh, as always pleased with her incredible responsiveness to him. “You like that, don't you, raindrop?” As he bent his head to a straining nipple, he burrowed one hand between her thighs.
She gasped. “Zander!"
His cock jerked at the feel of her slick cream on his fingers. It was all he could do not to flip her over onto her hands and knees and ram into her, rut on her like a lust-maddened beast. The only thing that held him back was the tremendous need to taste the well of sweet honey that coated his fingers.
"I'm going to lap up your cream and suck on your clit until you scream,” he muttered as he moved down her body. He pressed his mouth to her belly and felt the muscles there jerk under his lips. “Then I'm going to fuck you until you come."
He paused for a moment, savoring the sight of her—the neatly trimmed hair sheltering her sex, the swollen lips below, the reddened clit standing erect as if begging for his mouth.
With a groan, Zander slid his hands under Leilani and cupped the silky skin of her buttocks, lifting her to his mouth. He went down on her like a starving man, his tongue swiping through her folds, sucking her clit, thrusting into her channel. The flavor of her lingered in his mouth, salt and vinegar and womanly musk.
She cried out, her hips pumping against his face, straining to get closer.
Heaven. Dragons relished the sweet nectar of a woman's body, and the cream of a dragon's mate was paramount on his list of priorities. Zander was no different. He'd been a shell for the last two years, seeing to his duties as Rastaban without any joy.
Now ... now he felt as if he were alive for the first time in a long, long while.
"Delicious.” He swiped the flat of his tongue up her slit, then latched onto her clit and began to suckle her with strong pulls. As she moaned and pressed against his mouth, keeping her butt tilted by arching her back, Zander brought a hand from her ass and speared one finger slowly into her drenched sheath.
* * * *
Leilani moaned and thrust up to meet the invasion, her hands falling away to clutch at the grass beside her. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Zander's mouth feasting on her, his tongue tugging on her clit.
Heat exploded low in her belly and her pussy spasmed, but she fought against the orgasm. She wanted this to last, wanted to hold onto this moment.
He thrust his finger slowly—too slowly—in and out of her channel. His other hand went to her breast, and he began tugging and pinching her nipple. She trembled and moaned, lifting her hips to his touch, spreading her thighs wider to open herself even more to him.
With tongue and lips and teeth he licked and sucked and lightly nipped, ratcheting her arousal higher and higher. When he added another finger and scissored them inside her, stretching her, preparing her for his thick shaft, she lost the battle. She screamed as her sheath clenched around his fingers, her body bowing with the climax roaring through her.
"God, you're beautiful."
She barely heard Zander's muttered praise over the thunder of her heart. But she felt his mouth leave her clit and she whimpered, unsure if she was disappointed because she wanted more or relieved because it was too much.
Looking down, she watched him bring his fingers to his mouth and lick them one by one, his eyes glittering with heated passion. “You taste like hot, wild woman,” he muttered, his voice little more than a rasp. “Sweet and tart and like nothing else.” He dipped his head to her sex again, and his tongue stroked into her channel and fluttered against the sensitive inner walls. Leilani jerked and wailed his name. And it all started up again.
His focus completely centered on her pussy, he groaned into her flesh, his tongue wickedly magic. He moved his hands back to her ass and tilted her farther into his mouth. Leilani gasped and moaned, fisting her hands in his hair, holding him in place. She was so close!
Strong fingers tightened on her ass cheeks. His tongue fucked into her with short, fast stabs and her channel clamped down in another orgasm.
* * * *
Zander gritted his teeth, knowing what exquisite sensual torture waited for his cock. As soon as her tremors faded, he surged up and over her, and slammed his aching prick deep inside her grasping depths.
He held still a moment, every muscle in his body stiff. God, she felt so good, so right. She felt like...
Home.
With a growl, he began stroking in and out, fast and hard and deep. Leilani's lovely breasts bounced with each thrust, her blue eyes glittered. When her little pink tongue flicked out over her lips, he leaned down and kissed her, drawing that hot tongue into his own mouth where he sucked on it with a gentleness that astonished him.
Too soon, fire danced up his spine, clamped hot claws around his balls, drawing them up against his body as his orgasm drew near. Wanting to feel her cunt gripping him, he brought his hand down and strummed her clit in tight, hard little circles.
"Come with me, raindrop.” Zander's hips pistoned faster and faster. He felt his eyes burn and realized the dragon was close to the surface.
She gasped and the excitement in her eyes grew.
He knew Leilani was as hot as he was, turned on by the thought of the brutal lust the dragon brought to bear. As soon as he was able, he was going to live out every fantasy he'd had about her in the two years he'd been without her.
He'd have those pouty pink lips wrapped around his dick. He'd ream her ass, stretching her tender flesh until she couldn't remember a time she wasn't filled by him.
His climax rolled up his cock. Zander threw back his head. When Leilani screamed and arched, her strong inner muscles clamping and pulling at his hard length in yet another climax, he roared his release, coming like a volcano, spewing his hot seed into her creamy depths.
With a low groan, he collapsed over her, still having enough presence of mind to brace his weight on his forearms. He rested his face against her breasts, hearing her heart racing, feeling the quick rise and fall of her chest beneath his cheek.
When he could breathe again, he lifted his head and stared down at her. Her lashes were long and lush against her cheeks. A glitter of moisture hung at the corner of one eye. He leaned down and kissed it away, and murmured, “What changed your mind, Lani?"
"About what?” Leilani sighed and wiggled, looking like she was about ready to take a nap.
"About me. About this.” He bent and licked across one soft nipple, smiling as it hardened under his caress.
"You made me horny. That's all."
That's all. That's all? Zander reared back and glared down at her. “There's more to this—” he gestured between their naked bodies—"than just us being horny."
Her negligent shrug sent
his temperature soaring.
"You started the itch, I let you scratch it,” Leilani said, her blue eyes staring into his with unwavering indifference.
A muscle began twitching in his jaw. He wouldn't believe that was all there was between them. What they had was so much more than sex.
She was his mate, God dammit.
He drew a breath, ready to give her what for, but stopped when she winced in pain and clapped her hands to her head. At the same time, the wind around them picked up in force. Zander looked around to see three separate small funnel clouds forming, gaining strength as they bore down on where the two of them lay.
He rolled off her and got to his feet in one smooth movement. Scanning the area, he didn't see any visible threat other than the small tornadoes. Threat enough, while he was in his human form.
Not a threat to a dragon.
Bending, he drew Leilani to her feet. Cupping his hands over hers, he tilted her face to his. “Raindrop?"
Her face scrunched tighter and she shook her head.
Fuck. She'd worn that same pained expression when he and Terik had come into the bedroom earlier to find her and Melantha on the floor, holding onto each other and swaying back and forth in agony.
Zander bent and gathered her clothes, shoving them into her arms. “Leilani.” Zander waited until she opened her eyes, and he frowned at the pain he saw reflected there. “Listen to me, sweetheart. I'm going to go dragon, and I need you to climb on my back as soon as you can."
When she didn't respond, he pressed his mouth to hers, sweeping his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened to him. He breathed into her mouth, sending along a small spark of dragon fire—not enough to seriously hurt her, but just enough to jolt her and get her attention.
Leilani jerked and bit down, her small white teeth clamping onto his lower lip. She released him immediately, a contrite, “Sorry,” coming from lips held tight from the pain assaulting her mind.
Zander smothered an instinctive curse and rubbed his tongue over the small wound. Stroking his thumbs over her cheeks, he asked, “Are you with me now?"
She nodded. She stepped back and drew on her pants, fastening them with shaking fingers. When she shrugged into her sweater, he walked a few feet away from her.
"All right. When my transformation's complete, climb on my back.” He called forth the dragon. Magic flowed through him with a steady building of heat, tightening his muscles, though not unpleasantly, as the dragon took shape.
* * * *
The short blast of dragon magic Zander had shared with her through his fire was enough to lesson the pain of the mental attack Gerszon now mounted. Some pain remained, though, and Leilani watched the transformation take place through squinted eyes.
In the span of one heartbeat, where once a man stood, a red dragon thirty feet long crouched. The massive head turned toward her, golden reptilian gaze blinking and wide nostrils flaring.
Remember, it's only Zander, she told herself. He won't eat you.
She flushed with heat. He might eat her, but what a way to go.
As she approached him, he stretched out one front leg and, as she'd done before so long ago, she gingerly walked up it until she could straddle him just above his wings. Even though his bones were hollow, making him lighter than if he had solid bones like a human, she still had a three-ton dragon with a forty-foot wingspan between her legs.
It was a bit daunting. Not that she'd ever let him know it.
The menacing funnel clouds drew nearer. Leilani swallowed. Gripping the thick scales that ran along his spine, she pressed her knees into his flanks and said, “Giddy up."
Zander snorted, sending a plume of smoke from his snout. The muscles beneath her bunched, then he jumped into the air, his large wings quickly taking them higher than the funnel clouds.
The spiraling pockets of air quickly increased in length, thinning to gain altitude. Zander flew higher and began circling, riding the thermals and easily outdistancing the funnel clouds.
She relaxed fractionally. While she didn't trust Zander not to break her heart again, she knew he would never let her fall. Feeling the strength of his muscles beneath her legs, she clenched against the surge of renewed lust. She was all for gettin’ it on with him in the physical sense, but that was it as far as she was concerned.
He couldn't have her heart again.
Zander circled the clearing once more, and Leilani held on, trying not to notice how cold it was this high up. Even though her fingers felt like icicles and the skin on her face was already becoming chapped, she gamely held on and focused downward, looking for Gerszon.
Not that she knew what he looked like. She half expected to see an old man with a flowing white beard in long, white robes standing on a hilltop with his staff raised in the air. But that was such a stereotype, she was pretty sure that wasn't what she'd see.
One thing she did know...
Even though she could draw moisture from the air and make it rain—and make it rain hard—she needed to be closer to a source of water to do any real damage to someone who could call the wind. If Zander hadn't caught up with her, she would have been defenseless against the power of the Evil One.
CHAPTER 6
Zander landed behind the cabin and impatiently waited for Leilani to climb off his back. Once she was down, he focused his magic and returned to his human form. A rush of heat went through him as the dragon was curtailed.
"Inside. Now.” He put his hand in the small of her back and ushered her up the steps. She shot him a sidelong glance, but didn't protest his urgency.
As they entered through the back door, he called out, “Terik!"
"In here.” Terik's voice came from the living room.
"Come on, raindrop.” Zander took Leilani's hand and walked through the kitchen and into the other room, ignoring the way she kept trying to jerk away from him.
Terik was seated on the leather sofa, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. When they entered the room, he looked up from the book he was reading. His eyebrows raised and he said, “Lost your clothes, I see."
Zander sent him a frown. Since all dragons ended up naked after shifting back to their human form, seeing him—or any of them for that matter—without clothing wasn't an unusual occurrence.
Terik lifted a shoulder in a sheepish shrug and closed his book, placing it on the end table. “What's up?"
"Where's Mel?” Leilani asked before Terik could respond.
He nodded his head toward the stairs. “Up in our room."
"Our room?” she repeated, her tone arch.
"Yeah. Our room. She's sleepin’ with me whether she wants to or not.” He straightened from his slouched position. “What's up?” he asked again.
"Is she okay? I need to check on her,” Leilani said before he could respond, still trying to work her hand free from Zander's. She frowned, and he released his grip.
Zander watched her run up the stairs, calling her sister's name in a voice tight and high with worry. Her jeans pulled taut over her ass, and his gaze lingered there. He itched to part those firm globes, to stretch her rosebud opening with the thick wedge of his cock. He longed to hear her screams of ecstasy as they found their release together.
"Did she enjoy her spanking?"
With a growl of annoyance, Zander pulled away from his fantasy and turned toward Terik. “What the hell are you talking about?"
A slow grin curled Terik's mouth. “Well, just before you flew outta here after her, you said you were gonna give Lani the tanning of her life."
Zander shook his head. “Didn't have time.” He huffed a sigh, scrubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “I need to go put on some pants. I'm just glad he didn't attack here."
"Who? Gerszon?"
"Yes, Gerszon. He didn't attack here, did he?"
Terik frowned. “No.” He jumped to his feet. “Did he come after Lani again?"
Zander nodded. “Begin making preparations for the
bonding. I'm going to get dressed."
"The bonding?” Terik's frown grew. “Lani agreed to it?"
His jaw taut, Zander said, “Not yet. But she will.” He nodded toward the phone. “Make the calls. I'll be right back."
He took the stairs two at a time. Entering his bedroom, he grabbed a pair of jeans out of the drawer and jammed his legs into them, quickly and carefully zipping them over his cock. He took a cable knit sweater from the closet and left the room, yanking the sweater over his head as he went.
Wanting to check to make sure Melantha was all right, Zander headed down the hall. As he approached the room Leilani had claimed, he heard the two women talking. When he overheard his name, he slowed, unabashedly eavesdropping. He had to have some way of knowing what was going on in Leilani's head and, since he didn't have ESP, this would have to do.
"It's more complicated than that, Mel,” Leilani was saying. Her voice was soft with worry.
"I don't see why. You do still love him, don't you?"
Leilani made a sound somewhere south of a groan and north of a growl. “Let me ask you the same question. You love Terik, right?"
Melantha didn't reply.
"You're telling me what's happening between Zander and me is simple. Then so is what's between you and Terik."
"It's not the same thing,” Melantha defended, her voice higher pitched than normal.
"It's exactly the same thing. They think sex solves everything.” Leilani sighed loudly. “So you know how very un-simple this whole thing is. I just can't go through all that with Zander again. What happens the next time someone makes it look like I've done something wrong? And you know how dragons are—someone always has to do something to try to muck things up. Just to sit back and watch the scales fly."
Melantha groaned. “Yuck on the analogy. Somehow, scales flying is ickier than fur flying."
"Yeah, well, you know I'm right."
Zander's eyes narrowed. From the sound of things, getting his raindrop to agree to the bonding ritual wasn't going to be easy. But she loved her sister and he knew she'd do just about anything to protect Melantha.
If he needed it, that would be his trump card.
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