by Julia Mills
Settling in between her legs, his erection throbbing in her delicious heat, Tristan rolled his hips, holding her body captive, as he basked in the look of complete abandon and unadulterated passion on Felicity’s face. Feeling his way across her hips, up her ribs, his hand found it’s rest under the wonderful fullness of her breast.
His thumb teased her nipple through the silk of her bra, smiling as Felicity arched her back and moaned his name as she tried to force his touch to her bare skin. He hadn’t meant to torture her but had to admit watching his mate driven wild by his touch had just become his new favorite pastime.
Unable to stand his own torment a moment longer, Tristan pushed up onto his knees pulling Felicity into a sitting position and while tasting along her collarbone, made short work of her blouse and bra. His mouth watered as her voluptuous breasts and berry-colored nipples came into view and Diarmuid’s growl shook the inside of his mind.
Licking across first one and then the other of her hardened peaks, he was quickly rewarded with a mewled, “Oh, Tristan… Oh, my Dragon… please… please never stop.”
Needing to leave no part of his Fairy untouched, Tristan took one of her nipples between his lips, teasing it with his teeth and tongue until Felicity’s head thrashed from side-to-side as she pushed more of her breast into his mouth while continuing to beg him never to stop.
The scent of freesia, sweet peas and sunshine filled the room as he pushed Felicity’s arousal higher and higher before releasing one nipple and moving to the other. Needing her blessedly naked for him to love, mark, and worship, Tristan ripped the denim jeans from her body. Abandoning her nipples, he kissed the delicately tender skin between her breasts, working his way across the swell of her stomach until he reached the lace waistband of her panties.
Inhaling deeply, unable to resist the heaven of her body any longer, Tristan knelt between her thighs, ripped the silk panties from her hips, and threw them over his shoulder, gazing at his blessedly naked and extremely beautiful mate. As slowly as his need to be inside her would allow, he took in every inch of her glorious body.
Starting with the deep red polish on her toes, up her shapely legs that would soon be wrapped around his body, to her soft thighs he’d dreamt laying his head upon from the first time he’d watched her walk away, Felicity was nothing short of stunning. Every inch of her begged to be loved over and over and over again.
“Tristan?” His name on her lips drew his gaze.
“Yes, mo ghrá?” He crooned, massaging her thighs, making sure to brush the outer lips of her pussy with every pass, his cock jumping in response to the enticing rise and fall of her hips.
“Tristan…I want…No… I need….” She panted.
“What is it you need, mo chroì?” He teased, slipping the tip of his index finger inside her wet pussy, loving the way her body worked to pull him farther into the warmth of her body.
Listening to her ragged breathing. Watching her head thrashing from side to side as she begged him to continue, amazed Tristan. Felicity in the throes of passion, her head thrown back, her eyes closed tight, her mouth open as she called his name like a prayer to the Heavens was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
“I…Tris…Tristan…I…I love …you,” she wailed as he pushed through her folds and teased her opening, the juices of her arousal wetting his hand and flowing down the inside of his wrist.
Contracting around his finger, pulling his digit farther into her warm wet passage, Tristan added another finger, before thrusting them in and out, his thumb drawing lazy circles around her swollen clit as his fingers drove her higher. Every few swipes he bent his fingers in a come-hither motion, letting the tips gently brush the bundle of nerves that drove his Fairy wild with pleasure.
Needing to taste her more than he needed his next breath, Tristan pulled out his fingers from her body, answering her moan of loss by driving his tongue into her pussy as far as he could reach. Her taste exploded on his taste buds and flashes of light burst before his eyes.
He devoured Felicity like a starving man, swallowing every drop of her arousal just as quickly as it flowed from her body. The more his tongue moved within her, the more of her essence he drank in until he felt drunk with the all-encompassing love he felt for his one and only Fairy. Her legs came over his shoulders, closed around his head, making breathing nearly impossible, as he continued to consume all that she was.
Involuntarily tensing, every muscle in her body shook as Felicity was swept away on the tidal wave of her orgasm, wailing his name at the top of her lungs. Continuing to lick and suck, working his tongue smoothly in and out of her body as she floated back to reality, Tristan slowly pulled his tongue from her body, and looked up, ecstatic to find her smiling a lazy smile and gazing at him through passion-filled eyes. Keeping that exact look on her face for the rest of eternity was the only thought that registered in his lust-soaked mind.
Pulsing against his zipper, it was Tristan’s erection that reminded the love-struck Dragon that he was still completely dressed. Not wanting to leave his place between her thighs but craving skin to skin contact, Tristan stood in one fluid motion, tore his starched white dress shirt over his head and stripped out of his pants quicker than a blink of an eye.
Climbing back onto the bed, holding himself above Felicity, with only a scant few inches separating his lips from hers, Tristan slowly slid his cock into her warm, wet channel. Inch by glorious inch, he became one with his mate, shaking with the effort to go slow and savor every moment.
Every contraction, every movement, every second that passed pulled him farther into the haven of her body, milked his cock, and begged him to move faster. But Tristan resisted. He held tight to his steely resolve. Open-mouthed panting as sweat coated his chest and ran down his back.
Felicity was so wet and so ready, her excitement compounding with her every breath that her arousal flowed freely, puddling between them. Finally seated completely within her, Tristan held completely still, reveling in the feel of his Fairy’s body wrapped so tightly, so perfectly around his cock, wondering how he’d lived so long without her by his side. Watching her face, eyes closed in passion, sweat dotting her upper lip, and lips parted, he crooned, “Look at me, mo ghrá. Look at the man, the Dragon who will love you with every fiber of his being for all eternity.”
Felicity’s eyes flew open. Tristan felt the electricity only they could create sizzling stronger, brighter, more magnificently between them. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held tight as he began to slowly move in and out of her. Meeting one another stroke for stroke, their pace accelerating, turning frenzied, driving them both to the release they so desperately needed, he saw stars and struggled to catch his breath.
Grabbing his shoulders, her manicured nails biting into his skin as she crushed her chest to his, the feel of her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, creating a friction he had no doubt would set them ablaze. Shifting his hips, causing his pelvis to bump her clit and his cock to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves atop her channel with every stroke, he could feel her orgasm building, pushing them both to the peak of something bigger and better than either had ever imagined.
Buried deep inside his mate, Tristan felt Felicity’s muscles close tighter still around him until the Guardsman was sure they’d become one in body, just as they already were in heart and soul.
“Trust me, mo chroì, let go and trust me. I’ve got you. You’ll never ever be alone again,” he groaned, thrusting into her so hard and fast that he bumped her cervix, the exquisite sensation undoing them both.
Coming with such force their bodies shook, and Tristan fought to stay conscious, he had no clue if the shouting he heard was his or hers or both and he couldn’t care. Watching his exquisite mate float back to earth, the bronze Dragon simply could not resist placing butterfly kisses on her face and neck.
Rolling to his side and taking her with him, Tristan lovingly placed Felicity across his body, enjoying that she was boneless and spent, a
nd it was all because of him. A peace he’d never known flowed between them, reassuring him that above all else, there would never be a day that he didn’t tell her how very much he loved her.
Hours later they lay completely exhausted, her head on his chest, their legs intertwined while their sweat soaked bodies cooled from their lovemaking. Her hand rubbed tiny circles on his chest, making Tristan feel so loved that he sat up and pulled Felicity into his lap.
Grabbing his pants off the floor, he pulled a black velvet box from his pocket and handed it to his mate, winking as she gasped before telling her, “Open it, my love.”
“But I have nothing for you,” she pouted.
Kissing the tip of her nose, Tristan assured, “Oh, my beautiful, beautiful love, you have given me more than I ever hoped for. Now, open that box before I do it for you.”
“Okay, okay, Mr. Bossy Pants,” she teased, lifting the lid on the box and gasping, “Oh wow… How did you… Oh, Tristan, it’s beautiful.”
Taking the emerald cut, four-carat canary diamond that had belonged to his grandmother from the box, Tristan slid it onto Felicity’s left-hand ring finger, looked into his mate’s eyes and pledged, “From now until the end of time, you are mine, and I am yours, Mrs. O’Doherty. One heart, one soul, one love.”
Tears filled her eyes, but this time they were nothing but pure joy as Felicity laid her hand on his chest and beamed, “I love you, Tristan O’Doherty, truly, deeply, forever.”
Laying her lips on his, his Fairy kissed him with a slow, languid sensuality that confirmed with action everything she’d just said. Pulling back while he still could, Tristan needed to ask, “What about your sisters, especially Bitsy? Should we get dressed and check on her? Give the others a call?”
Waggling her eyebrows and leaning her forehead to his, his magnificent Fairy, the only woman he would ever love, the one person who completed him like no other ever could, tapped her temple with the tip of her finger before shrugging and winking, “I know their good. They were talking so much, I ended up locking them out of my mind.” Her smile was contagious and her laughter warmed his heart. “You’re all that I want and need for…let’s say, the next thousand years or so.”
Kissing her soundly and holding her tight, Tristan wholeheartedly agreed, “And I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“Oh, sweet Dragon Man, we’ll be holding each other…forever…”
Until Next Time….
Dare to Dream! Spread Your Wings & Soar!
Epilogue
Following Uther and the jaguar named King, Kayne bitched under his breath as the rocks burnt through his gloves and the steam singed the tip of his nose. He knew they had to retrieve their brethren, knew the Berserkers were being held against their will and deserved to come home, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something more than lost Guardsmen was buried in the depths of the mountain called Devil’s Kiss.
Climbing onto the ledge, waiting as Drago and Angus, the last of their group, joined them, Kayne looked up at the apex of the mountain. It was amazing that Uther had climbed the damned mountain in front of him and rescued Mara not even twenty-four hours after digging himself out of a hole in the ground.
See? That’s what being in love will do for ya’. Make you crazy enough to climb inside a volcano…
Wondering how long it would be before the lava reached its boiling point and the volcano erupted, drenching the landscape and the sea with steaming rock and ash, a flash of light drew the demi-god’s attention.
Narrowing his eyes, he used the enhanced perception of his Dragon King to study the billowing clouds of smoke, trying to locate what or who was crazy enough to be on the top of an active volcano. Zeroing in on what appeared to be a shadow, but had far too much substance to be a mere trick of the light, Kayne poured more magic into his preternatural sight.
It took several long seconds, but what had been eluding discovery finally came into view, making the golden dragon doubt his own sanity. He recognized that long golden beak and those luxurious wings covered in thick tawny feathers, knowing they belonged to a bird most people thought was long gone from the world.
But we know differently. Don’t we, pretty girl?
Her eyes, yellow and round and magnificent in their ability to see more than most, met his. Ailill, the Dragon King with whom the demi-god shared his soul, growled, lifting his head, and flashing the horns on his head as a way of enticing the lovely fowl.
Wondering why she was there, contemplating simply asking, the Strix beat Kayne to the punch. Her thick British accent and lilting tone filled his mind as she gave a single flap of her wings and rose into the air. “I see you, and yours have finally come to retrieve your lost kin.”
“We have,” Kayne grinned.
“Then I suggest you hurry. The one called Zared is fading fast. I can only do so much with the abilities I’ve been given. You dragons are a hard lot to heal.”
Trying to understand what was giving the Strix so much trouble, Kayne’s heart ceased to beat as the huge mythical owl with the fantastic powers of intuition, foresight, and healing pointed the tip of her beak downward and dove straight into the mouth of the volcano.
“What the hell are you doing?” Kayne bellowed.
“Your job, son of Lugh. Don’t like it? Hurry your ass up.”
Snaking through the Devil’s Kiss, sweating pouring from damn near every orifice of his body, Kayne continued to follow the scent of his mate. Open air and the fresh scent of sunlight filled his senses and blazed a trail to his kin, the Berserkers, gone so long most thought they were dead.
Bright light flashed in a cavern to the right, the light he recognized as the Strix’s, one of her many powers, both ancient and mystic. Picking up the pace to nearly a sprint, he ignored the grumbling of Drago and Angus, as Uther caught to him with his sidekick King, the jaguar the Guardsman had picked up during his trek through the Amazon.
Damn, I wish he’d been buried on a beach in the Bahamas with scantily clad waitresses and seriously alcoholic drinks…
“You and me both,” Uther chuckled, reading Demi-God’s mind.
“But no, you had to ornery, didn’t you, Old Man,” Kayne snickered, slowing his step as he felt an evil he knew he’d encountered before.
Holding up his fist, an old signal he’d learned in the military that he still used, before signaling that he would enter the cave on his own. Walking forward, letting his enhanced senses lead the way, an acrid malevolence slithered across his shoe, under his pants leg and up his arm. He could feel it trying to invade his body and mind, continually being zapped by the god-powers he’d inherited from his father.
Crossing the threshold, he saw the Strix, perched upon a ledge nearly twelve-feet high, staring at the far wall, her eyes glowing with unspent power. Following her gaze, Kayne had to take a second, deeper look as he instantly knew what had become of his formidable brethren.
“Drago, stay back and keep everyone with you. We are FUBAR.”
“Show me what you see,” the Commander of the Enforcers demanded.
Opening his senses wider, encompassing the Dragon known as the Assassin, the Demi-God reinforced his mental blocks, trying to keep out the living, breathing embodiment of hate, vengeance and malevolent intent. The black, icky goo covering not only the empty silver coffins, but an entire wall of the grotto, pulsed with dark energy, its center moving in and out like the very lungs expanding in his own chest.
Revulsion coupled with the need to hunt and feed beat at Kayne’s shields, reached for not only him, but all his brethren. He could feel Drago poking around, pushing his magic into the horrific mass of pure evil.
Looking up higher, making sure the Strix was still out of the path of the malicious being, Kayne took a step back as he took in the cloud of malignance forming overhead. He felt it calling to all things dark and evil, summoning all with the desire to consume goodness and spread darkness with its web of wickedness.
“You’ve seen this before?” Drago’s v
oice broke the spell created by the black cloud, and Layne replied, “Yeah and you’d heard of it. This is the same little beastie Kyran, and I fought when we killed Eve. Only now he’s not so little and a helluva lot more powerful.”
Before he could hear Drago’s response, the Strix, his mate’s, voice whispered in his mind, projecting images illustrating her words. “The smell of rancid blood and burning flesh shall cover the Earth. All creatures, magical, blessed and human alike shall be conquered. It shall consume and devour, corrupt and condemn. It is the Conqueror, and it cannot be stopped.”
Her voice stopped, but the visions continued. The thing, the blob of black goo he and Kyran and Caitlin had tried to kill was alive and prospering. It had awakened from its long, deep sleep in that shack in the woods and used its thin black tendrils to slither and slide its way to the jungle, to the volcano, to seek a portal to Hell.
It had been left in the dark for way too long. It was hungry and would stop at nothing to have what it wanted – the magic, the power to seek an audience with the Devil himself. Watching intently as the being’s breaths increased, the huge bulbous formation in its center growing, reaching for him, Kayne shouted aloud and into the minds of everyone in the cave, “It’s got the Berserkers. The fuckin’ bastards have our Brethren.”
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