“Please,” it was the only thing she could say as his head dipped down, his tongue lashing out to run along the leg of her jeans. There was nothing erotic, nothing desirable about the reptilian tongue as it moved against the outer edge of her shirt.
Thoughts raced through her mind, the first of which was what to do if he decided to make her the dragon’s mate. She couldn’t, wouldn’t make love to him in this state. “Please let me go.” Uncontrollable sobs tore through her body as thoughts that felt more like memories washed over her. Her shoulder ached, and she knew there had been a dragon somewhere in her past. There had been so much blood, so much pain. She heard his voice in her head, screaming her name in pain. “Kira!”
“Do not fear me,” the words were hissed from his reptilian tongue and they sent a shiver down her back. His tongue flicked out and ran across her shirt, making her cringe at the movement. God, she hoped he didn’t plan to rape her! How would she survive such an attack? Would she survive? She looked into his snarling face and tried to muster up the courage she needed to survive this. It was then that their eyes locked and he once again looked like the man she had danced with, the man who had sent a delightful shiver down her back with one tiny kiss.
He lightened his hold on her then dipped his head between her legs and let his tongue roam along her body. She quivered at the sensation in spite of her fear. He wasn’t a dragon. He was a man, and the desire she had felt for him upon first seeing him combined with the fear from seconds ago to erupt somewhere in her chest and pool in the place where his tongue was now moving.
This wasn’t right. This was so not right! Everything inside her should be protesting, raging, screaming to the top of her lungs. Instead, she lay there, her eyes locked with the dragon’s eyes, suddenly no longer concerned that he would kill her. The humming that began somewhere deep inside the stone escaped and surrounded them, illuminating the tomb with a golden light. This was going to be okay. Something inside promised her that this would be okay and she would not be harmed. His dragon tongue slid across her flesh, and she was unable to fight, unwilling to fight.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
His head moved down to rest against hers, to nuzzle her as a pet might, but his massive front legs still rested on either side of her shoulders, holding her in place as he conveyed his affection.
“Never,” she heard the human voice from beneath the dragon’s skin. Then, as she lay there, helpless beneath him, the man she had known slowly reappeared, his human skin finally resting warm against hers.
She swallowed hard. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
She squeezed her eyes tightly as her hands reached out and made contact with the loose strands of his jet-black hair. Holding her with his large paws, his talons threatening to pierce her skin, he lowered his mouth to hers. The talons on her thighs melted away into fingers and his paws became human hands and his tongue became fevered as it slipped inside her mouth, which, to her surprise, had welcomed him.
He growled against her skin as the last of the beast left his body. She heard the sound of his tail hitting the dirt floor. But she was already lost in the sensation of his tongue as it moved across her mouth, probed then retreated, licked, lapped, sucked. And she wanted to die for her the way her body betrayed her, the way she wanted the man who only seconds ago she thought would kill her.
Trust him. The voice sounded like liquid gold and had no human source. The pulsating rhythm of his heart against her chest throbbed the words as she arched her back, giving him access to her innermost core as his hands slid down her body, unbuttoned her jeans and sought out her warmth.
She would trust him, she decided before she became lost in the sensation of his hands as they helped her out of her clothes and then carried her to his bed. She was lost to him, to this man, this monster. And she would go with him to this other world, wherever it may be, but first, she wanted him to take her to heaven, something he seemed intent upon doing.
When Damon entered her body they made a pact. Wordlessly. She knew she could never let him go, she felt it in the swelling of her heart, in the way her body opened for him as if she had been waiting for him all her life. She arched against him, wrapping her arms around him, dragging his mouth against hers. Her tongue shot inside his mouth, claiming him in the same way he had claimed her.
She was crazy. There was no other way to explain what was happening to her. This man who lay buried inside her body had just turned into a dragon, just proclaimed himself to be of another world and she’d accepted him. Worse, she’d let him love her, and she knew she would die without him.
“I love you, Kira,” he whispered against her lips. Slowly, his cock moved in and out of her body. She looked up at him, watched his face morph from dragon to man and back again, watched the thousands of colors play in his eyes.
“Don’t talk, Damon. Just love me.”
His breath brushed across her face, sending shivers of delight through her as she felt her orgasm build slowly. This time, he stoked the slow-burning embers until they erupted in a blaze and threatened to ignite them both. When she lay in his arms, spent from their lovemaking, she knew things would never be the same after this night.
* * * * *
They lay in the darkness back in her hotel room, her fingers tracing tiny circles along his chest. He heard her heavy breathing, felt the sadness overtake her body just before she spoke.
“Tell me about Mace. You mentioned him before.”
This again. The last thing he wished to discuss with her was his brother. “Mace is my brother.”
“You obviously hate him.”
“We do not get along.”
“The first night of the convention, why did you say he bit me?”
“I did not think you recalled that. You were so fevered that night.”
“It’s a little foggy but I do remember you saying that. Why did he bite me? I don’t understand.” She pulled from his arms and sat up, her body barely visible to him in the darkness.
“No, I suppose you don’t.”
“You don’t want to talk about this.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t have all the answers you seek. Only you know why you and Mace…why he bit you.”
“Why are you being like this?”
“Like what?”
“So cold to me. What did I do to make you hate me?”
He reached out to her, his chest aching with the possibility that she could hate him. “I don’t hate you, Kira.” I wish to the gods I did. “Now, let us sleep.”
Sleep wouldn’t come as thousands of thoughts raced through his head. One screamed out above the rest. What if she chose Mace instead of him?
Chapter Seven
Things don’t always look the same in the light. That was the first thought sweeping through Kira’s mind as dawn awoke her, washing over her body, illuminating the man sleeping next to her. He was a dragon, she reminded herself, remembering last night’s strange revelation.
Today the outside world would invade and she would have to make a decision. Several, actually. There was the small matter of what to do about Damon now that she knew what he was and what he intended. But there was also what to do about her heart, which was filled with uncertainty.
Okay, so she had gotten what she wanted. She had the hot fling with probably the best-looking guy she had ever seen. The fact that he turned out to be a magnificent lover and the object of her every fantastic wish were both just icing. But she wasn’t in love with him and really wasn’t sure if a woman like herself was capable of love, especially not the kind he spouted from his sensual lips.
She gave herself a mental shake before pulling her body from beneath his arm. She needed time to think, time to sort all these emotions out and figure out exactly what she was supposed to do with the man who lay sleeping. Padding quietly to the bathroom, she opened the door and stepped inside, hoping it would provide sanctuary from the craziness swimming around in her head.
Everything in here r
eminded her of him. It wasn’t a haven but a monument to what had happened and the things he had promised. Damon wanted to take her to another world, a place where dragons weren’t myths, a place where the men were like him. She couldn’t expect to just jet-set to this other planet and be treated as any sort of equal. But she knew this other planet was home. Even though she didn’t have all the details yet, she knew she belonged with Damon, and she knew his world was her home.
What are you thinking? She examined the reflection she hardly recognized. The Kira who had come to New Orleans was certainly not the one standing before her, threatening to lose her freaking mind by traveling into outer space. No, there had to be another way to solve this problem that had been thrust on her.
I can’t go with him. The thought struck her as she turned on the warm water and began filling the tub. There was no way she could leave. She had too much going for her here, too many responsibilities. Yet, her heart sank at the thought of being away from him. She wasn’t in love with him yet, but she knew she could easily fall for the man who had captured her imagination and brought her body back to life. She swore her breasts didn’t sag nearly as much as they had three days ago. And her hair had a luster that had long been lost.
Kira sank into the tub, wishing the answers would come to her, wishing she could figure out what to do about Damon and the huge hole that still rested in her chest. She started when the door opened to reveal a very naked, very aroused Damon. God, the man was gorgeous. She had never been one for facial hair but the short beard he wore only accented his rugged good looks. Then there was the commanding way he walked into a room, be it a bathroom or a ballroom. He demanded she take notice and caused a reaction deep inside her aching body, one that begged for release.
“Good morning.” His voice was strained, reflecting the lack of sleep they had gotten recently.
“Good morning.” She tried not to sink further into the bubbles, hiding her breasts from view, but the reaction was one that was out of habit more than anything else.
“Today is the day you must leave this place.”
“Yeah, I check out of the hotel today.”
“And you are coming with me.”
It wasn’t a question yet she saw the uncertainty flash in his eyes. It was the first time he had ever displayed any kind of emotional weakness to her and she hated to admit how her heart thumped wildly at the thought. He claimed to love her but she knew love didn’t happen overnight. Not even with spacemen, which, she realized, he was.
“Damon, I don’t know about this…” she started, but he quickly shut her up when he placed one of his large fingers against her lips.
“I know. I will protect you, Kira. I know you are concerned about my people and my land but you will be safe with me.”
She believed him. It wasn’t that she didn’t, it was just that this whole situation was still so difficult to wrap her head around. A man from another world sat inches from her, his hot breath fanning across her face, his rough finger grazing her lips and all she wanted to do was melt herself into him and pretend that this was the real thing.
“It’s not that.” Reluctantly she pulled away from his hold. “How do you even know we can return?”
“I know. Now, no more questions.”
“But…”
He stepped into the tub, forcing some of the water to run along the sides as his weight settled. “Shh… Sweet Kira.”
She wanted to take him home, wanted to be what he needed. God, she wanted it so badly. Her chest ached at the thought of disappointing him but she didn’t know enough about her past. Everything was still so foggy. It came back to her in her sleep, but when she was awake it was so difficult to make sense of it all. “Damon…”
“No, don’t talk. I want you to love me. I want to be inside you. Do you feel me?” He moved closer to her, took her hand and placed it on his hard penis. She sucked in her breath at the same time he did.
Her fingers closed around his hard shaft as he sank closer to her, his big body knocking her off balance as she tried to slide over. She ended up falling against his chest, one hand landing there while the other began stroking him slowly. God, she loved watching his eyes glow golden when he was turned on, and she loved the way he growled low and long when he wanted her.
He leaned against her, his head touching hers. The only thing she could concentrate on was the way his cock felt in her hand and the way his body rocked against her as she stroked him.
Her fingers seemed to know his body as well as they knew her own. She knew how to move along his shaft, how to make the fire in his eyes increase. Never having been confident in her sexual ability, Kira loved the freedom he gave her, the way he made her feel as if she could do no wrong. She became bold with him, willing to try things she had never even considered in the past. Now, she licked her lips, knowing exactly what she wanted to do to him.
“Stay still,” she warned as she moved over him, keeping his cock in her hand. Slowly, she raised herself out of the tub, just long enough to grab her waterproof lubricant and bring it with her into the tub. All it took was a little drop to rub along her labia and inside her vagina.
He gave a slow smile as he watched her move. Her reflection watched her eyes smolder over with lust as she lowered herself onto him, boldly doing that which she had never done before. His cock remained perfectly still, his back rigid as she moved slowly, taking him into her body inch by glorious inch. Finally she sat against him, his cock firmly planted inside her, his head rolled back against the mirrored wall behind the tub.
Insecurity swept through her for a second, until she heard his low growl and knew she had pleased him. She raised herself up, forcing his cock to move out of her body. Then, slowly, slowly, she lowered herself again. Her clit rubbed against his rough pubic hair as she moved, sending a wave of fire through her body. Again, she raised herself up and then took him into her.
Freedom. This was what Damon did to her, he gave her to freedom to explore her needs and desires and to take control. Bracing herself by placing her hands on his shoulders, she began rocking back and forth and then moving up and down again. Rather than watching his reaction she was lost in her own through the mist rising from the tub and Damon’s heat. Her cheeks were reddened, her eyes glazed with want. This woman who was making love to Damon was radiant! She was not the frumpy Kira who had come to the convention at all.
And this Kira was lost in watching the ecstasy as it washed over her, as she threw her head back in release. Her orgasm built deep inside her womb, starting a web of tremors, one after the other. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she quaked around him, moaning, calling out his name and placing kisses on his jaw.
Finally, he gripped her hips, holding her still as he moved within her. She was so lost in the orgasm she couldn’t raise herself off him, couldn’t force her pussy to release him. He took control, raising her and then placing her back down until he filled her completely. Her arms hung limply around his shoulders as he growled again, his cock straightening even more inside her as he shot his hot seed into her womb.
Sweat dripped down his chest and her face as their hair matted together. Their breaths came in slow bursts, each spent in the other.
When he ran his hand along her spine, she shivered against him, not from cold, but from longing. God, she wanted to be everything he needed. But to go home with him may require more than she could manage. Still, she was willing to give it a try.
As sleep descended upon her, she knew everything he had told her had been the truth. She was from another place and Damon was part of her soul. She need him now just as she had before, even as she felt that need had been her downfall.
Need. It was all about need. And, God, how she needed him.
Sleep took over once more, enveloping her in the familiar haze of a planet she couldn’t recall during her waking hours. She and Damon had spent precious moments together there, and now, she knew her body longed to return home to the man she loved. But so much stood betwee
n them. There was a past she couldn’t fully understand, mistakes she felt guilty for making but could not recall. Then there was the pain in her heart as she wondered whether or not Damon could ever love her.
She remembered a night so long ago. They had been together for two weeks when she realized she would not be able to control the rage inside his body. The night came back to her as clearly as if it were yesterday.
She sat just at the edge of the line of trees, watching him. His wild hair blew in the nightly wind, his stance was fit for a king. He would make a wonderful ruler someday. And he would probably have by his side a woman whom he both needed and loved, someone who was not leverage against his brother.
Drying her tears on the back of her hand, Kira waited until the sky darkened further, unwilling to allow him to see the pain on her face. She would go to him tonight, if only to help him keep his strength, but she would erase all thoughts of love from her mind as she spread her legs for him, allowed him to invade her body, to take from her the nectar he needed to survive.
“You have returned.” His brows were tightly knit as he gazed down at her.
“Yes. It is late.”
“Perhaps we should retire then.” He stepped aside, allowing her to pass and enter the cavern before him. She watched as he rolled a large boulder into place at the opening, leaving enough room for fresh air to enter yet closing out all invading forces.
She bit her lip, wondering how he would take her tonight. Would he be soft and gentle or was he already tiring of her? Perhaps he would simply go through the motions, stoking her fire only enough to enter her and spill his seed before he pulled out, leaving her filled with his hot juices and empty of all else.
He busied himself with setting up their bed, a makeshift roll of soft fabric that would provide sufficient protection against the hard dirt floor. She watched as the shadows from the fire illuminated his face, making him look as fierce as he had the night she first met him. If only she could recapture that night and her innocence! If only she could have escaped without giving her soul to him!
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