Black Dragon's Blood

by Anita Philmar

  One more instant, a few more thrusts, but he couldn't deny the sharp sensation, the bright arrows stabbing through him. Hot semen rushed out of him, into her, to support new life.

  She fell over him, his body pulsing with pleasure. At that moment, he knew he'd found the perfect mate, a dragon's wife to give him all the children he wanted.

  "Mmm, I think you should be able to go a while now without sex,” her voice rumbled against his chest moments later.

  He rolled over, decoupling them, and laid his hand on her stomach. “I don't think it will be me demanding sex again soon. You, my lady, have a very strong hunger growing inside you."

  Her eyes widened when his hand ventured lower through the wet hair surrounding her sex.

  "You can't want me again.” Her hands slammed against his shoulders. Anger flashed in her eyes at the implication that she would need him multiple times in a given day. “I'm more than a hot hole where your penis can play."

  He kept her beneath him when she tried to wiggle away. Strong muscles bunched under her hand. The erotic vibration sent longing through her fingertips to ignite a flame in her womb. His black gaze pinned her against the sheets, and he nudged a knee between her legs.

  "I didn't say you were.” He shifted his weight.

  "I have a brain.” She fought the desire returning to sing through her blood.

  "Yes, and I plan on using it.” His hand wedged between them to cup her heat. Air rushed from her lungs. A long finger rubbed over the wet folds. He was testing her. “And you have a lust for sex that rival's my own."

  She concentrated on the conversation, hoping she'd be able to control her response to his caresses. “How?"

  "How what?” A fingertip teased her sensitive skin. He glanced at her mouth.

  She couldn't help but lick her lips. His spicy flavor lay in the air. His lips, only a breath away, could give her such pleasure.

  "How do you plan on using my brain?” She bit out the word in a tight voice. Her traitorous body hummed with need when an invasive caress shoved its way long and deep into the center of her heat. “Would you stop? I can't think."

  The corner of his eyes crinkled. Amusement rang in his voice. “Oh, but that's the plan. I want that smart brain of yours to record every moment of enjoyment, catalog it and tell me what my dragon lady finds appealing."

  "Why?” She couldn't understand why he would need that type of information. He didn't need any help on being an excellent lover.

  A second finger joined the first. His fluttering strokes teased tiny muscles that stood at alert. Her fingers gripped his thick biceps. She rubbed her swollen breasts against his chest, needing to relieve the ache that had started again.

  "I think it would be good research for the Dragon Center.” He increased his pace when she shifted her legs open wider.

  "I ... uh ... don't know.” She couldn't catch her breath. Yet she noticed, he wasn't even breathing hard. “I don't see how this could help the center."

  A third finger slipped into her heat.

  "William, you're playing with me.” She tried to sound stern, but her voice was husky with need. “I want you inside me."

  "Yes, I know. You're getting closer and closer to the edge. If I apply a little more pressure here, you'll explode.” His fingers did his bidding.

  "No...” Spikes of ecstasy spiraled down through her womb, and her hunger for him grew. “Don't toy with me."

  His hand stopped.

  She gasped. “William..."

  "You told me to stop.” He lifted his glistening fingers, showing her the evidence of her need. He dribbled the moisture over her stomach, onto her breasts, massaging it into the tip.

  "Yes, but...” She tried to gather her thoughts as he licked his fingers. A long stroke of his tongue sent quivers of longing across her skin. His dark eyes questioned. She gripped his wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth. “Are you trying to kill me?"

  "Do you want to know what we taste like together?” He brushed his wet fingers over her bottom lip. She wasn't quick enough to stop him, couldn't control her tongue's feather stroke.

  The peppery tart flavor enticed her taste buds. A long finger rushed into her mouth, teased her tongue. Dark eyes drew her under. A dangerous swirl of emotions swam within her, drowning her senses in the spicy flavor of their combined sex. She sank into the warm citrus glow of delirium.

  He settled back between her legs. His first thrust plunged her into a vortex of need.

  Yet, this wasn't just about sex, or having a baby. Deeper emotions lay around her, teasing her with crazy ideas. Could she love him?

  She closed her eyes shutting out everything but the pleasure of becoming one with William. To reach the point where it wasn't her or him but them—the perfect union.

  Chapter Five

  "In the unity of holy matrimony, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The man behind the desk asked them to etch their names in the sheet of metal to make their marriage official.

  No fanfare, no celebration, just another set of forms to be submitted to the government as proof they were now a couple, a depressing process to mark the beginning of a new life together. Amanda glanced around the busy lobby at other couples waiting to fill out the needed marriage forms.

  William took the thin metal pages from the man and started for the registration desk. “We can get going as soon as I've paid the fees."

  "I'll wait over there.” Amanda pointed to a long bench by the exit. He nodded and flicked the device to have their bags follow him.

  On the way to the black leather settee, Amanda passed the singing machines. The busy “Sand Man” dumped sand into three bucks on the screens, while gamblers waited impatiently for the results. Excitement and bells rang every time someone won.

  A big game at the other end of the casino called the Labyrinth took up a full wall. People diligently placed their bets on how long it would take a small metal ball to get through the obstacle course. Wheels and paddles could change the ball's path at any time, increasing or decreasing the time it took to complete the journey.

  The outlandish sexual theme from their room continued throughout the hotel with large marble statues of nude couples. Dark cubbies lined the outer wall for those who couldn't afford a room. It gave couples a chance to relieve some of their sexual frustration. But most of the crowd stayed busy at the different gambling tables.

  Not letting the chatter distract her and having no interest in letting the Sand Man fulfill her dreams, Amanda concentrated on the sudden changes in her life. She sat down near the entrance.

  After her last marriage, she'd decided not to get married again. But last night had changed her decision. Now, she had a baby on the way and a demanding lover to satisfy.

  Her prior desire to discover how Mark, her first husband, had died seemed almost unimportant. Finally, she had the life she was intended to live.

  Yet...

  She laid her hand over her stomach. Didn't she deserve to know why Mark felt it was so important to leave her the day after they'd conceived their child? The baby, because of Mark's death, never saw life.

  The unanswered questions of his mission had been eating at her for past six years. That was the reason behind her dinner with York.

  The man had been uncooperative in giving her the answers she wanted, going so far as to lie about not having met with Mark that fateful night. But Mark's body was found near their meeting site. The mutilation of his body had made his identity a mystery until the authorities discovered the dragon art on his bicep. With that being the only form of identification, the police—in conjunction with Dragon Center Investigation Team—had pronounced him dead.

  She wondered about the slimy man upstairs. York had no principles. He'd planned to seduce her even after she told him she was married. And if she wasn't mistaken, he had slipped something in her drink. She felt sure he was guilty of more than an overactive sex drive.

  His slicked back hair and impatient eyes played on her nerves. Yet, he
knew something he wasn't telling. A man didn't die without a reason.

  "Are you ready?” William held out a hand.

  Looking up, she took in his features. Chiseled chin, strong jaw, full lips, the man's handsome face sparked a fire in her soul. Her gaze ran over his broad shoulders, tapered waist and thick thighs. She wanted him again.

  She sighed. “How long do you think it'll take to get back to my brother's cabin?"

  "A lifetime if you keep looking at me that way.” He drew her against his chest and gave her a quick kiss. “Now, let's get going."

  He looked back at their luggage and directed her out of the lobby. “Where's your vehicle?"

  Amanda turned and led the way into the parking structure. “How did you get here?"

  "I took the express.” He walked behind her. His hot stare burned into her back. Her blood raced, her body on alert, she waited for him to make a move. He needed her, too. She could smell the spicy desire clinging to his skin.

  When they neared her Zeppelin, the lock clicked open. “Do you want to drive or should I?"

  He stored their things in the cargo area under the vehicle. “I'll drive. I want you available in case I need some relief."

  "What do you mean?” Amanda took her seat and waited for him to slide into his.

  Lifting a brow, he hit the ignition switch and put the machine in gear. “After I get us to the right altitude, I'm putting this vehicle on autopilot."

  He flew the Zeppelin off the exit ramp, making several turns before he took the machine up to the cruising lane. “I hope under that very pretty skirt, you've deleted the need for underwear."

  Amanda's body heated. The man wanted to make love at a thousand lengths. “I might have."

  She hit a switch. The console between them dropped out of the way. Her chair shifted closer to his. Teasing him, she guided her skirt farther up her thighs. “Would you like to find out?"

  He didn't take his gaze off the traffic as one large hand landed on her leg, slipping impatiently to her inner thigh and nudging her legs apart. She shifted on her seat to give him freer access. He ushered a wicked finger across her wet folds.

  "I ... uh...” She couldn't hold back the sigh. It escaped between her lips when he drove a long finger into her heat.

  "You're very wet.” He toyed with her clit, coming close but not giving her just the right pressure she sought.

  Pushed against the backrest, she gripped the edge of the seat and raised her hips. Her eyes locked on his. “I want you inside me."

  He smiled but didn't change his playful strokes. “Oh, I'll get to you, but first we have to get to the right cruising altitude."

  The tight sensation mounting throughout her body forced Amanda to grab his arm. She tried to shove his hand away. “Then I'll wait."

  "No.” He continued his intimate exploration. “I know you need that first climax."

  "But...” Her sex clutched. Every erotic thrust of his finger demanded her entire concentration. Her eyes closed as a shiver rushed over her, sending goose bumps across her skin. She couldn't breathe. Her nails bit into his arm.

  "Come on now, you're so close.” His husky words drove her almost as much as his insistent finger. “You want to feel the rush."

  "I...” She screamed out her frustration, knowing he'd send her over the edge any moment. “I want more."

  He increased the rhythm of his strokes. “You think one little finger can't do it for you."

  Her hips rocked. “I ... more."

  Body vibrating, she became a quivering mass of need as her release shimmied through her system. The irresistible sensation melted her with the power of the explosion.

  Tiny muscle spasms sucked at his finger. Sated and relaxed, she didn't want to move.

  The airways in front of the vehicle were finally clear for William to hit the autopilot. He freed his thick erection, wanting only to feel his wife's liquid heat around his cock.

  He lifted her from her chair and over his thighs, her legs on both sides of his seat. Shoving her full skirt out of the way, he glided his throbbing shaft into her wet channel. He let her settle on top of him, enjoying the warm heat surrounding him.

  Her arms slid around his neck. Heavy-lidded eyes greeted him with a lustful glance.

  "Now, I guess, you want me to satisfy you.” She commented as if uninterested in the hard pressure of his arousal.

  "No.” His hands ran over her thighs and cupped her hips, “I think we'll both be able to find some satisfaction."

  "I guess you wouldn't believe I'm too tired to give you the satisfaction you need.” She put her head on his shoulder. “Someone kept me up most of the night."

  He squeezed her bottom and rocked her body. She was tired, but the tight channel surrounding his erection demanded her attention. “You can rest after I have my way with you."

  Her lips brushed across his neck. “You promise."

  The slumberous nature of her voice pulled him back to look at her. Exhaustion lay heavy over her eyelids. Briefly, the corners of her mouth lifted into a weak smile. “I'm sorry, William, it just hit me."

  "No problem, we'll try again later.” He laid her back against his chest and lifted her hips to help her return to her seat.

  Instead, Amanda shifted her weight and slid back down his penis. “No, I want to sleep here."

  William tightened his grip. The thought of her sleeping on top of him, his cock buried inside her silken channel, flooded him with need. His rod throbbed. The sweet scent of her played over his senses. There was no way he could sit still and let her rest. The frustration would kill him.

  She whispered seductively against his ear. “You're much too hard, and you need to relieve the building pressure. The baby is also hungry. But I..."

  He shifted his hips, and his hard erection rocked deep. His hands positioned her more securely over him, and she sighed with pleasure. “Yes, now I think you're getting the idea."

  Chapter Six

  William hit the lever to his left, and the pilot's seat reclined, bringing up the foot rest. “If we shift positions a little here, I think we can arrange for you to get maximum satisfaction with a minimum amount of work."

  Adjusting Amanda onto her side, William checked his maneuvering room. He relocated one of her legs over his hips. Taking his pulsing cock in hand, he massaged her wet folds, teasing her with short thrusts before slowly sliding forward into her heat.

  She cupped her hands around his face. “I can't tell you how good that feels."

  He didn't argue but covered her lips. The lady would want a lot more before he was through.

  His mouth didn't settle over hers but teased and nibbled at the tangy flavor clinging to the surface. He timed each caress of his lips to match the thrust of his hips. A long thrust garnered the slide of his tongue down the side of her throat.

  The thick aroma of peppery orange blossoms hung in the air. He could taste her unique flavor through his pores. She moaned, and lust raged through him.

  "William, please..."

  He lifted his head. “Yes, Red?"

  She thrust her hips forward. “Pick up the pace. I need you to go faster."

  "Like this.” He increased his tempo, and her hands tightened in his hair. The rush of her breath panted against his skin. He stared down into her flushed face. Nothing existed except her and the convulsing muscles milking his cock, draining his control. He couldn't hold back. He was coming, coming with an explosion he felt to the tips of his toes.

  "Yes,” her cries of encouragement sent him spiraling higher. “Yes!"

  Sanity broke. Shouting his satisfaction, he drove home one final thrust and buried himself to the hilt.

  Trembling in the aftermath, he eased onto his back, taking her with him so that they remained connected.

  She sighed and lay motionless.

  "Now, Red, I think you can rest."

  * * * *

  William checked the gauges on the Zeppelin, then the lady in his arms. She'd awakened a while ago
, hungry for him again. He'd tried to convince her they'd be at her brother's cabin soon, but her appetite wouldn't be appeased. He smiled.

  The lady was going to require a great deal of attention over the next few months.

  Dragon women were especially demanding during the first few bongs of their pregnancy, but he hadn't expected her to want sex so often.

  Not that he was complaining. The demand for his own release rivaled hers, but he wondered if hers hadn't been enhanced.

  He recalled his conversation with York last night, and wondered about the potion he'd slipped in Amanda's drink.

  "Consider it a free sample,” York had said, sucking his lips like candy. “She'll be so hot, we could both go at her and she still wouldn't be satisfied."

  William had wanted to pummel the man. He'd even considered murder when he saw York's hands caressing Amanda's arm. But he had refrained from killing the man.

  Another thought occurred to William. He had believed they could conceive without additional enhancements, but now he wondered if the formula hadn't somehow helped achieve the task. If so the dragon serum was more important than ever to help his people.

  The whole thing had been a mistake. The dinner with York had initially been designed to open communication between the man and the Dragon Center. Amanda had only been added to the mix because of her father. Seth had claimed she blamed York for the death of her first husband. Putting the two together in a social situation seemed a reasonable cover, not only because it would provide William a way to meet her, but also for him to accomplish Dragon Center business.

  Yet now that he'd met the man, William didn't want his business with York to affect his relationship with Amanda in any way. The high-power criminal was the only lead to the chemical compound that could help those with dragon blood continue to produce offspring. The serum was extremely important, but the man wasn't someone William wanted Amanda to tangle with.