Black Dragon's Blood

by Anita Philmar

  Except for the sea green air-heels still strapped to her feet, she lay naked beneath him. Heat radiated like a fire at every point their bodies met. Her sex throbbed with longing. One thick thigh lay between her legs, while the other ran the length of hers. His chest covered her breasts with a seductive pressure, electrifying her body to demand a release. His stone-hard erection stood so close to where she needed him, yet too far away to please. Frustrated, she shoved several pillows off of the bed.

  One of his hands smoothed its way down her neck, over the round curve of her ivory shoulder, while the other stroked the thick locks of her silky hair. Amanda shuddered at his touch. “Please, William, don't make me wait."

  William raised his head and stared at the green flame glowing in her eyes. An extension of the inferno burned within his own blood. He closed a hand over one plush soft breast as he discovered the gentle slopes of her body. “We have all night."

  All the information he'd been able to obtain about women with red dragon blood told him that the lady had to be very excited before he released his sperm or she wouldn't become pregnant. That's what he'd done wrong the first time. He'd rushed it.

  "I guess now you're willing to marry me.” William's fingers toyed with the puckered flesh of her aureole, elongating her nipple.

  "I ... uh ... can't give you a child.” Amanda's eyes showed her regret at what she believed to be the truth.

  "You will.” His gaze fell to her breasts. He would not give up on his dream for her to have his children. “We're not leaving this bed until you're pregnant."

  Her lower body bucked as if she were going to rise. “You don't understand."

  He shifted and tugged her back beneath him. Her wet heat scorched his thigh.

  "We'll see,” he whispered against her breast seconds before his lips covered her nipple. Sucking, nipping, teasing the tip, he didn't ease up until she moaned and wiggled with need. Then he shifted to its mate and started again.

  Her fingers wove through his hair, demanding he take more into his mouth. He followed her demands, cupped her creamy swells in his hands and milked her, drawing his lips again and again over her breasts until her moans grew louder.

  Her breasts filled, swelled with need. If his father's erotic books were correct, he was only a hair's breath away from having Dragon's candy. A rare treasure, but if Amanda had a high enough level of dragon blood, it was possible.

  The first bead of sweet nectar played across his tongue, enticing him with its unique flavor. He rolled her nipple against the roof of his mouth, working his mouth to absorb every drop of the sugary tart candy. His puckered taste buds fed the lust racing through his loins.

  "William, please you have to stop. I want you moving inside of me.” Amanda rocked her wet mound against his thigh, riding the wave of her desires.

  He lifted his head and looked down at her. Aroused, the pupils of her eyes were huge with only a small outline of green. Hair tangled, her teeth bit the soft, pouting flesh of her bottom lip.

  Their future lay before him. He couldn't let her distract him from his mission. Send her over the top, something in him demanded. Make her lose control. Then his seed would be accepted into her womb.

  Giving her mouth a quick kiss, he charted a course back down her body. “I have other treasures to find."

  "No, William.” Her hands dug through his hair.

  His lips brushed the soft skin of her stomach. “I have to taste you first."

  She gasped for breath when he blew a hot stream of air over her red honey curls. Smelling the citrus orange aroma of her sex, he inhaled deeply, drowning in her special scent. He darted his tongue over her sweet juicy folds. Testing, teasing, stroking until he found her clitoris. He played with the flowering fruit until it bloomed under his attention, then fed on her moist nectar.

  "William, please..."

  Her hands urged his head into her swollen flesh. He dipped his tongue into her wet heat, venturing into the tight channel leading to her womb. Her legs clenched against his back. He drove her closer and closer to the edge. His tongue slipped in and out along the hot passageway. Her inner thighs trembled.

  The peppery-rich flavor of her sex mixed with sugary tang of dragon candy from her breasts ate at his senses and elongated his tongue. Deeper and deeper he traveled, searching for the opening of her womb. Thrusting back and forth, he slipped further along the trail, sampling her pleasures along the way, until his tongue brushed against the outer opening of her uterus.

  Her hips flexed. His hands held her legs in place, not letting her change his course.

  "William!” She bucked beneath him when he found the small slit. Hot sweet moisture flowed over his tongue, shrinking it back to normal size.

  Need raced violently through his body, demanding that he release the burning pulse vibrating through his penis.

  "Now, William, I have to have you now.” He lifted his head and caught her as she sat up grabbing for his shoulders. Rearing backwards, she pulled him down on top of her, arching repeatedly against the length of his staff.

  "Wait.” He yanked back, aimed his thick sex and plunged deep. One thrust. Two. Her wet, hot walls encircled him with quivering muscle. Spasms ran the length of his cock. Her orgasm swept him along her tight channel until he felt a small kiss on the end of his rod.

  Now, on the edge of every man's erotic dream, he drove deeper, then froze. A tight band circled the head of his penis like a woman's hungry lips greeting her lover. Fire ignited his blood. His balls sweating against her soft curves, he fought the desire to pump.

  Amanda shifted beneath him as if to dislodge him from his place in heaven. He centered his weight, securing his home deep within her womb. The short panting beside his ear, her fingers digging into his back, the tight grip of her legs wrapped around him, told him of her place on the edge of sanity.

  Muscles tightened, contracting in an uneven rhythm. Pulling, pushing, sucking his body of sperm.

  The pulsating beat rode against his engorged shaft. His mind numbed, veins flared, heart hammered. He couldn't contain his lust. The first wave crashed over him, snatching his breath.

  "Amm ... all ... gam,” he groaned and quickly inhaled.

  The next wave should have warned him this wouldn't be quick. The force of his climax shot through his body. He poured himself into her with a grunt of pleasure. Amanda's body jerked beneath his, caught in the same tidal wave of emotion. His iron control collapsed. Slamming his penis again and again past those seductive lips, he pumped into that tight channel.

  Her body didn't let up either. Matching him stroke for stroke, she milked him, demanding he work harder, give more, take the plunge that would give her a sweet reward.

  Her scream marked his release into the passionate abyss of two lovers. A physical explosion burst through his system. He fought to catch his breath and ride the waves of their joint orgasm. Her hands relaxed their grip, and her legs fell from his hips. He slumped forward and rolled, dragging her over with him.

  His exhausted body spent, he drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge she would forever belong to him.

  * * * *

  A steady beat under her ear woke Amanda. She attempted to turn over, but something as heavy as shackles held her in place. A spicy citrus fragrance floated across her nostrils. Her mind stirred. Memories surfaced.

  She opened her eyes to view the wide expanse of William's chest, and then saw the video screen on the wall. It displayed a view of Sin City from the roof, the hotel's substitute for not having windows. The time flashed in the corner of the screen.

  Hiding her face from the sight of the world outside, Amanda remembered the force of the multiple orgasms William had given her before exhaustion had claimed them both. His seed was growing inside her womb.

  Tiny contractions tightened her stomach. The baby would be demanding food only its father could provide. Unlike normal humans, a dragon blood female would need to have sex regularly with her mate for the next six months. The baby woul
d need his father's sperm to survive.

  Amanda knew the pain and sacrifice of not having the right man available. She'd been down that road before, but she didn't want to think about the past.

  Wiggling out of his arms, she easily slid off the edge of the bed. The round shape was not conducive to sleep. Her high heels hit the white stone floor. She stood, took one step and her wrist was enclosed in a vice grip.

  "And where do you think you're going?” William hauled her back to the bed. When her butt landed on the mattress, she planted her other hand on his chest to keep from toppling onto him.

  "I was going to the washroom, if you don't mind.” She yanked her wrist out of his grip. “I'll be right back."

  His dark eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened as she stepped away from the bed.

  "You have a habit of running off,” his voice followed her steps. “I'm going to need you really soon."

  His words sent a jolt of longing through her, and she paused. She glanced over her shoulder to the evidence of his arousal. A large hand cupped his long thick erection, offering her the enticing item. The round bed, covered in a black sheet, displayed him like a feast on a platter.

  She gulped. Her stomach jumped. Wet need slipped between her legs. His crisp lime scent tickled her nose.

  Bending, she picked up her poche off the floor. “You'll have to wait."

  Not wanting him to see how he affected her, she kicked a pillow out of her way and forced her wobbly legs to continue to the washroom. The tap of her shoes echoed through the room.

  "You look incredibly sexy with nothing on but those air heels."

  She closed the washroom door on his comment.

  With her time alone short, she needed to hurry.

  Chapter Four

  Glancing around at the red and black décor of the washroom, Amanda rushed through her business and dried her hands. One of the wall decorations caught her attention. A woman with her legs over a man's shoulders was doing a hand stand while her mate licked her wet folds. Amanda wondered briefly at the feasibility of the position.

  Picking up her poche, she located her messenger and quickly typed in a note.

  No luck, drugged. Blood sample needed.

  A.

  Hitting send, she waited for the words on the screen to clear, placed the device back in sleeper mode and put it back in her poche.

  She thought about the sexual fever raging through her system earlier. If York's cocktail had that strong of an effect on her, what had the man been planning for the evening? The idea of him touching her made her cringe. Her body had been on fire in the lift. She hadn't been able to think of anything but having William's hands stroking her desire and giving her pleasure. His mouth glued to hers, his erection pounding into her, the bliss of an orgasm calling. She shuddered again. The urge had been so strong that if William hadn't shown up when he did, she might have jumped York.

  A shaky hand covered the button that slid the door open and hesitated.

  The effects of the drug weren't wearing off. Either that or the surroundings were stimulating her imagination because her body was screaming for him again. She'd never needed a man this badly before, never wanted everything he had to offer.

  Her mouth watered. He'd played with her earlier. Now, she wanted to have a little fun.

  Anticipating the pleasures to come, she smiled and opened the door.

  Her eyes met his when she walked from the washroom. Then her gaze skirted down his broad chest, over his flat stomach. The curly dark bush around his penis tempted. She wanted to run her fingers through the crisp hair as her mouth sucked his thick rod. She licked her lips and paused next to the wall several steps from the bed.

  Lying across that black sheet, he looked like an orgy of delights. Skin glowing, his engorged sex standing at attention, his body was ready for whatever she wanted. And her body was demanding she partake of everything he had to offer.

  "So tell me, William, what exactly did you have in mind?” Her low husky voice echoed her need.

  Straight white teeth appeared, and a smile bloomed across his full mouth. “I want you on top of me, my hard cock slamming against your sweet pussy with one luscious breast in my mouth.” His hand ran over his penis, sliding along the surface to indicate how he would give her pleasure. The sight of his large hands wrapped around his thick rod started a pulse deep inside, reminding her of his deep penetrating thrusts. She bit her bottom lip to keep from gasping with need.

  "I'll have my finger on that sweet spot between your legs, driving you crazy until you explode over me."

  Amanda slid her hands over her stomach and down her thighs. Widening her stance, she leaned against the wall, slid her thighs apart and lifted her sex. One finger ran along her moist outer lip, teasing him with where she wanted him to play. “Here?"

  His jet black eyes locked onto the motion of her finger, stroking in and out of her heat. The raw eroticism of his hot stare increased the moisture between her legs.

  "Yes.” His husky voice was barely a whisper.

  "And will you watch as your body is covered by mine?” Amanda drove the slender finger deeper into her slick folds. Closing her eyes, she imagined his rod where her finger currently played.

  "If you'll come over here, we can get started.” His seductive tone opened her eyes to so many possibilities.

  She smiled when he beckoned her closer.

  "Oh, but William, you said earlier you didn't want to rush things.” She wanted him to burn, just the way she burned. “Don't you want to know what I want to do?"

  The urgent pounding of his cock screamed its demands as William ran his gaze over her. The lady looked deliciously sexy with her red hair tangled around her flushed face, her breasts full and swollen, her nipples erect. The pink petals of her sex displayed between the wide V of her legs. She balanced on her green heels, the red dragon art on her ankle glowing. Her hand played in her vagina, but soon his tongue would take its place.

  His hungry erection stood up straighter to demand her attention. “If it involves anything other than you making love to me, I don't want to know about it."

  The wicked grin didn't ease the tight tension from his body. She took her wet finger and rubbed the moist flavor over the tip of each breast. “I like it when you play with my breasts, rolling the end of my nipples against the roof of your mouth. Do you want to do that?"

  He sat up. “Come here, and I'll be more than happy to oblige you."

  She took a step and stopped. “Yes, but will you let me taste you?"

  His body almost exploded on the spot. The thought of her hot mouth on his cock sent lust shooting through his blood system. He fell back on the bed, his legs spread wide. He lifted his hips. “Feel free to sample the goods."

  She kneeled on the edge of the round bed between his feet that hung over the sides. Her hands did a slow slide over his calf to his knees while her lips charted a moist trail up his inner thigh. Her hands slid around his cock as a low groan escaped from his throat.

  Long slender fingers worked up and down his shaft. He loved the sight of her hands on his body. She stopped, her mouth a breath from his demanding rod. Her eyes met his. Her puckered lips sent a warm stream of air over the engorged tip. He arched his back, needing to have her mouth on his staff.

  Hot moist heat surrounded him with an electric jolt of pleasure. He sighed, closed his eyes and concentrated all his efforts on not coming.

  Her tongue flicked over the small slit before sultry lips circled his mushroomed head, moving slowly down the length of him, only to slide back to the edge. She almost let his cock fall from her mouth. He pumped his hips forward, and her lips took another sensuous trip.

  Again and again, she teased him, each time almost releasing his cock. On fire, he couldn't hold out any longer.

  "Enough.” He growled and caught her by the upper arms, pulling her up over his chest. His hands shifted quickly to her thighs, and he roughly separated her legs so that she lay open for him. He didn't have tim
e to be gentle.

  He aimed his pulsing shaft at the tight, wet opening and drove deep into her moist, clamping flesh. His hands arranged themselves over her hips, holding her down as his powerful hips bucked.

  "Yes.” William pumped his rod deeper, filling her to the hilt.

  She rode him as he thrust harder and faster. His teeth ground together. He couldn't hold back the mind-numbing release that gripped him. Her body answered his call, clenching muscles milking his cock for the nourishment their baby needed.

  Satisfied and sated, she melted around him like a warm blanket. William enjoyed Amanda's soft full breasts cushioned against his chest. The quiet breeze of her breath tickled his neck. She would challenge him again soon, but his body was already responding to the thought of her next climax.

  Her hips lifted, a slow, sultry movement that glided over his thickening cock to the outer folds of her sweet heat. He refused to let her free him. He tightened his butt muscles and rose to refill her vagina. His hands on her waist nudged her back down. She mimicked the same torturous maneuver she'd used with her lips earlier.

  Enjoying her long playful strokes, he shifted his hands to her ribcage, raising her upper body. His penis shot deeper. She moaned with pleasure.

  "I want to feast on your luscious body.” He cupped her breasts, raising one to his lips. He licked and nibbled at the tip. Her hands wove their way through his hair.

  "More,” she demanded, arching her back and forcing her body forward. Her hips increased the pace.

  Greedy, his mouth widened and covered the creamy swell, suckling the flesh repeatedly. Desire flamed, a cutting blade knifing through him. He thrust harder.

  His fingers skimmed the warm silk of her stomach, brushing her red curls. Her quick gasp fueled his delight of her undulating body. Probing the wet texture, he found the tight bud and caressed the flower with teasing strokes.

  "Oh, no.” Her hips slammed down over him again and again. “Please,” she gasped. The pace grew faster with each revolution of his finger.

  His head fell back. Her beautiful body writhed above him. Her hands gripped his shoulders. She teetered on the edge, then threw back her head. The wild pulse in her throat beat at the same rhythm as her movements. Her eyelids flickered then closed tight. The waves of her release washed over her, spreading a pink blush over her cheeks.