Electricity flamed up her thighs and into her sex at the taste and feel of his mouth. He pressed his body close, his thick cock rigid against her thin nightgown.
“Food holds no appeal when you are this close, Camille. The only thing I want to taste is you.”
She gasped. “Ryker, no. We can’t.” The words left her lips but her mind screamed yes.
“Who’s to stop us?”
Yeah, who?
The words rang in her ears. She hadn’t had a man…a real man…in so long. And certainly not one that looked and felt like Ryker. Wasn’t that what she complained to Valerie? Crazy or not, she didn’t think she had the strength to tear herself away, but somehow she did.
She ripped herself from his arms and backed toward the door. “Omelets,” she panted. “How does that sound?”
Ryker’s eyes flamed red and his skin winked with the same iridescence as the book. “Camille—”
“I have thick sliced bacon in the fridge.” Her nipples ached as she watched him lick his lips. “Or I could order pizza? What about Chinese?” She swallowed hard as he eyed her like she was something to eat.
His intensity sent alarm skittering across her skin, a tsunami of panic and desire.
“No, to all of the above. Just you. Somehow you’ve managed to awaken what I thought was gone from me forever. I have to have you, Camille. My dragon demands it.”
“Wait. You named your dick?”
A smirk slanted across his mouth. “No, but the title fits.”
“Oh, it does, huh?”
“Yes.” He nodded, moving to the door. He swept her into his arms, turning with her to the bed. “My cock is hard and hot, but only for you. Let me please you, Camille. Not because you summoned me—”
Ryker laid her on the pillows and ran his hands over her shoulders, slipping her nightgown to her waist.
“—but because I haven’t felt this way in nearly a millennium.”
“What?” she whispered, her voice near breathless.
“True desire.” He slid her nightie the rest of the way from her body and let the light garment float to the floor.
“I want you, Camille.” He pushed the tight gym shorts to the ground and kicked them to the side. “Every curvy, delicious inch of you and everywhere in between.” A slow grin took his full lips. “Especially what’s in between.”
He crawled onto the bed and pushed her knees to her shoulders, spreading her thighs. Dipping his head to her sex, he licked the damp seam spreading her folds.
“Mmmm, so wet. So fucking wet.”
He slipped two fingers through her slit and curled them up to her spot.
Her eyes went wide as heat flared through her lower belly. Jesus! How the hell did he know?
Ryker lifted his head as he worked her, bending his thumb to her clit. “Why so surprised?”
“Because—” She sucked in a breath. “Most men need GPS between a woman’s legs.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “GPS?”
“G-Spot Positioning System. They couldn’t find the right spot with both hands and a dildo shaped flashlight.”
Ryker laughed out loud and the honest pleasure made her heart squeeze.
With a smirk, he winked. “Let’s see if I can’t redeem the male species.” He dipped his head again, drawing her clit between his lips.
“Oh. My. God! Not even in the same league.” Eyes glazed, she let her head drop back as he pressed her spot again.
He pinched her hard nub between his teeth and the raw feel sent her careening toward the edge. Colors exploded behind closed lids as an orgasm ripped through her lower belly, but before she crested, he lifted his face and pulled his hand back.
Her head shot up. “What the fuck!”
Ryker got to his knees and grabbed her legs, hiking her up. “Exactly. What the FUCK!”
She was wet and loose and perfect to take every inch of his cock. He wasn’t waiting any longer and plunged his thick member balls deep.
Camille’s eyes flew open as he stretched her wide, her slick walls straining to take him. “Holy fuck! Ahhhh!”
She hissed as waves of pleasure hit hard and fast. A strange friction built, like sparks igniting an inferno within her core. Fire scorched her pussy walls and she cried out. “Harder! Fuck me raw!”
Her hands clawed at the bedsheets and her body spasmed, squeezing and releasing as she came over and over again. Ryker held her tight, pounding deep and rough until he threw his head back with a guttural snarl, his body tense as his cock pumped hot jets until there was nothing left.
Cami’s legs shook, trembling hard and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. The last of his orgasm past and he looked down, shocked. “Did I hurt you?” He bent, gathering her to his arms. “Tell me!”
She shook her head, but couldn’t speak. Her breath hitched in her throat as aftershocks took her. Gripping her shoulders, he slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted onto his lap, his cock still inside her as her body shuddered between rigid and relaxed until the last of her orgasms ebbed.
Finally, she lifted her head from his chest. “That was AMAZING!”
He chuckled, holding her tight. “I thought I hurt you.”
She exhaled softly, her body sensitive and humming. “You did, sort of. I thought my insides would tear in two with your size, but I didn’t and it was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had.”
Her body clenched one last time and she laughed. “Literally, see? I’ll probably feel you inside me for days.”
Ryker peeled her arms from around his neck and laid her back on the mattress before slipping his member from her body. He moved to the bed’s edge and lifted the coverlet helping her tuck her legs under.
She giggled stretching out her legs. “I don’t think I could walk if I tried.”
He chuckled, slipping in beside her under the covers. “You will, just give it a little time.”
A tired smile broke into a yawn and she stretched again. “And what was that weird heat?”
“I told you what that was.”
Shaking her head, she turned on her side to face him. “I think I’d remember if you told me your cock was a human flame thrower.”
His index finger traced the outline of her lips before he leaned in with a ghost of a kiss. “I never said I was human.”
Her brows scrunched despite her exhaustion. “Earlier you said something about your dragon. Are you telling me that wasn’t a metaphor?”
He shook his head.
“So the dragon part is real? As in dragon shifter?”
Ryker nodded. “I will tell you everything, but now you need sleep more than answers. There will be time enough to talk later.
“What does that mean? Mo thávma?”
He opened his arms and Camille tucked herself under his shoulder. Ryker kissed the top of her head and opened his mouth to speak, but her gently snoring left a smile on his face instead.
“It means my miracle.”
Chapter Six
“Cam! Over here.” Valerie called from a corner table at the back of the café.
“Sorry, I’m late. I got caught up at work,” she replied sliding into her chair with a wince. “I can’t seem to get it together today,”
“What’s the face for? You sit on a nail?”
Camille ignored the snarky joke, but high heat stained her cheeks just the same.
Val dropped her chin eyeing her friend. “Oh, no you don’t. You can’t get away that easy, missy. I’ve known you forever, and Camille Forester never blushes.”
“Jeez, Val. Suspicious much? I sprinted the last two blocks so I wouldn’t have to hear you complain.”
Valerie shook her head. “Nice try, but I’m not buying it. Not only are you blushing, but you’re being purposely evasive. If I didn’t know better, I’d guess you got laid last night.”
Cami opened her menu and scanned the lunch specials, avoiding Val’s stare.
Val’s mouth dropped open. “Oh. My. God! You little slut! You
rode the naked stranger in your living room!” Her lips sliding into a deliberate grin. “Who is it, then? Did you find out? Not someone from man bun central?”
Cami choked on her water.
“I’ll take that as a big fat no.” Valerie handed her a wad of napkins.
Wiping her mouth, Camille coughed. “You bet your sweet ass the answer is no.”
“Who, then?”
“I met the guy through that matchmaker from the ad at the back of the newspaper,” Cami replied, running a hand over her chin.
“You called that paranormal dating place? Why didn’t you tell me?” Val leaned in, eager.
Cami shrugged. “I felt like a big enough loser. I didn’t need to share my embarrassment with the rest of the world.”
Valerie snorted. “Considering how muddled you seem, I would say you were fucked stupid. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, unless you and the fast and furriest did something kinky last night.”
Cami studied the menu again.
“Camille Marie Forester! You dirty ass girl. Tell me now or I swear I’ll post last year’s New Year’s pictures on Instagram!”
“You can’t. I spent most of last New Year’s with my head over the toilet.”
Val palm hit the table. “Exactly. Now spill!”
“Okay, okay. Jeez. Gerri came by the library yesterday afternoon. She hooked me up with a guy. I think he’s a shifter.”
“You think? Don’t you know?”
“That’s just it. He said he was, but we didn’t get around to talking—much.”
Valerie’s grin widened. “Were you otherwise too occupied or is he just the strong, silent type?” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Val—”
“Ooh, hot, nasty monkey sex that’s all action and no talk.” She paused, thinking. “That wouldn’t work for me, though. I like dirty talk in bed, so—”
“Val! Zip it! Can I finish?”
A sheepish look stole over Valerie’s face and she shrugged. “Sorry, Cam. I guess it has been a long draught for me, too.”
“Girl, I hear you, and to answer your question, he said he’s a dragon.”
Val raised an eyebrow. “As in your favorite fire-breathing mythical creature?”
Camille nodded. “A dragon shifter. I didn’t even know shifters could BE dragons.”
“Still, you sound like you’re not sure he’s for real.”
Camille exhaled. “Oh, he’s real enough. Flesh and blood. And I mean HARD flesh. As in harder than trigonometry.”
Valerie snorted. “Well, that explains a lot.”
“Explains what? Do I have post sex stink?” Cami lifted her arm, sniffing.
Laughing, Val shook her head. “No, but there was a hint of bowlegged cowboy when you walked in earlier. That must have been some midnight ride, Paul Revere.”
Camille puffed out a breath. “You have no idea.”
“So where is the guy now?”
The waitress walked toward them and Cami closed her menu. “My place.”
***
Ryker walked around Camille’s bedroom. So much amazed him, yet other things seemed archaic. Even before his long exile, Nova Aurora was light years ahead of Earth. The blue planet was originally a penal colony, but there was no way he was sharing that tidbit with Camille. Telling her he was a sex slave cursed to an ancient book nearly sent her over the edge, as did telling her he was a dragon shifter.
Cami wasn’t the only one who needed answers, and until he was satisfied further revelations were not part of his plan, including telling her he was from a shifter planet. The woman would have him careening back into the book’s darkness before he could utter a plea for mercy.
Still, he had to tell her. Her trust in him demanded it. He looked around the room at all the feminine touches. Soft, yet strong of character. It amazed him how he could sense her in everything around him. That and the fact her scent permeated everything. the bedding, the draperies, her clothes hanging in the open closet. Ryker inhaled and let her trace mark his soul like a tattoo.
He exhaled and walked into the bathroom. Earlier, he listened as Camille called Mrs. Wilder from here when she thought he was asleep.
The matchmaker would have much to explain. If she was truly his Dragosarra, the perhaps she was the hidden ace he needed. She knew him. Knew his story.
If she was the one who gifted the book to Camille, then perhaps she knew another way to end his torment. A frown tugged at his lips as eight hundred years of pent up anger gnawed at his insides.
Whatever transpired between you, I’m sure you two can figure it out.
Camille’s words were clear. Calm, but unmistakable. Gerri Wilder was not someone to be trifled with. The matchmaker had a plan. He knew it in his gut the same way he knew his dragon paced once again within him. The knowledge drove a smile to his lips as he turned on the shower the way Camille had showed him earlier.
It was all due to her. Camille. Somehow, this deliciously curvy woman had awakened his beast, and he wasn’t talking about his dick, though the thought of how her body fit his so perfectly made his cock jerk.
With a simple caress, she breathed life into the dual nature buried for so many years. One touch filled the emptiness that left him hollow for nearly a millennium.
Your true mate will calm the beast within and set fire to its breath. She will give you wings to soar and the strength to face whatever the future holds. Trust me, Ryker. This woman you hunger for is not the one. She lives in darkness. Her touch is dangerous. Be smart, my prince. I beg of you.
The memory stung, and its truth a bitter pill. Gerri had been right all along. Anger bubbled fresh at the wasted centuries. His dragon huffed in reply and its breath registered a smoky acknowledgement in Ryker’s mind. It clawed for freedom. “Soon,” he murmured.
They both craved Nova’s open skies with its two suns and the pink ocean. The purple trees that covered the plains below the Ice Mountains and the springs—he smiled at the memory. The hot springs of Dragosland.
Still naked from their time in bed, he stepped into the warm spray. Every muscle tensed and then immediately relaxed as the water cascaded over his skin. He sighed with pleasure at the elemental feel.
Water. Pure. Clean.
A low growl left his throat at the visceral effect. He lifted his face to the hot jets and opened his mouth, gulping in deep draughts. Lust. Thirst. Hunger. Every primal urge denied for so long was now at a hand’s reach.
Camille was the reason. The how and the why of being in her life, in her bed, no longer mattered. His dragon roared inside.
One word.
Mine.
The feeling overwhelmed him and Ryker’s cock hardened. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and ran a hand over the corded length, curling the flat of his palm over his swelling head.
Camille’s scent lingered on his skin and in the steam it surrounded him. He leaned his forehead on the cool tile, letting the water pelt his back as he quickened his stroke.
Her mouth, her breasts, the slick taste of her pussy, every sense crowded with the memory. Ryker licked the beads of water from his lips as they dripped from his hair and skin, their salty taste reminding him this was real. HE was real.
He jerked his cock, letting the corporeal feel fill him as his mind filled with images of Camille spread wide and willing, her body shaking with pleasure as his body took hers. With a rough moan his climax shuddered through him, Camille’s name on his lips as he came.
Ryker let the feeling ebb before he turned, pressing his back to the tile. He had waited eight hundred years for this day and would wait no longer.
Camille would be his and the Gods willing, he would be free.
Chapter Seven
The clock dragged and Camille couldn’t concentrate. Lunch with Val gave her a much needed break from her racing thoughts, but only because Valerie wouldn’t let a word in edgewise.
Cami frowned. She shouldn’t have opened her big mouth about Ryker, especially since now Vale
rie insisted on meeting him. She put her friend off as best she could, but true to form Val wouldn’t take no for an answer. At least she agreed to wait for the weekend.
There were too many missing pieces to the puzzle to start introducing him around. How would she explain when people asked how they met? “This is my boyfriend, Ryker. He appeared naked in my living room one night. At first I thought he was a male escort, but he might just be a nutcase. The city’s crawling with them, but he does have a pretty face.”
Camille groaned. She had a lot to think about tonight.
Think? Yeah right. Not much brain activity going to happen with his face buried in your pussy. Last night you could barely form a cohesive sentence.
Her own voice mocked her even as her clit pulsed at the memory of his talented tongue.
She shivered.
“Camille?”
Her head jerked around and high heat stained her cheeks at being caught unawares. Thank God, people couldn’t read minds.
With your 3D Triple X replay on continuous loop? You’d be the most popular librarian in history.
Shut up. Please.
“Camille—” her boss called again.
“Uhm, sorry, Edith.” She dragged the back of her hand over her forehead and then picked up a cleaning brush from the work table.
The older woman shifted the stack of books in her arms from one hip to the other, eyeing Camille. “Are you okay? You seem preoccupied. Is everything alright?”
“I’m fine, Edith. Really.”
“You’ve been flushed and distracted all day, and you’ve been working on the same piece far too long. I think you might be coming down with something.”
More like coming down ON something. Hard.
Camille ignored the tease from the back of her head and fidgeted with the folio in front of her. “I’m just being careful, Edith. The paper is so wafer-thin and fragile I didn’t want to rush.”
Her boss moved to the end of the renovation table and gently slipped the historic document out from under Camille’s absentminded toying.
“Maybe you’d better go home. Your work has been exemplary so far, Camille. I wouldn’t want an unintentional mistake to blemish your record. Our donations and your fellowship depend on maintaining a certain level of excellence. Not that I’m worried. Better safe than sorry.” She patted Cami’s hand.
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